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Tweak says, "I am the Walrus"

MADAME XANADU // n i m u e (i_look) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2009-04-06 16:20:00

Entry tags:

blind seer, charlie crews, firekeeper, madame xanadu, ted earley

Blind Seer meets blind seer [Firekeeper, Charlie, Ted?]
Xanadu fell asleep on Ted's bed and lay there for nearly a day. It felt safe and warm and she was loathe to leave it. She'd tried to feel her way toward a washroom but exhausted, tired and still hurt the blind seer refrained. The wounded slyph chose her steps carefully out of the bedroom and using the bannister as a guide, slowly took the steps down into the main entry way.

"Hello, Ted?"

Not unlike a hangover, Xanadu's head pounded from dehydration. She felt ill wanted to attempt drinking and perhaps eating something. The seer did not feel hungry, but she had stopped feeling the desire for food a week into her torture. She must have looked like a wreck. Her hair was matted in some places and she was still covered in green and purple bruises, slow to heal, dried blood and other cuts and marks decorating her body like a voodoo doll.

She couldn't wait to step into a shower, wear fresh clothes and feel normal again. The fate of the shop was far from the soothsayer's mind. For now she was safe. The doppelganger would be dealt with later and by someone else.

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	i_look 2009-04-09 11:38 am UTC (link)
	Before Ted could get too far from her, Xanadu caught him by the arm and planted a small kiss on his cheek. She turned to where Charlie had been to hold and reassure her and gave him the second small show of her gratitude. "Thank you both." Turning to Firekeeper's direction, she smiled. "I'm sure it'll be just fine. Why don't you show me where I'm going?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_howl
2009-04-15 02:10 pm UTC (link)

((Sorry for the delay!))

"Here," Firekeeper said, holding out an arm just in case Xanadu wanted the extra support. She tried to keep her voice calm, but there was still the hint of a tense growl under the word. Blind Seer, for his part, gently bumped himself against Xanadu. He was about the right height to act as a good support; Firekeeper had done it often enough in the past few years, much to both of their consternation.

She was still wound up tight as a bowstring. Torture was not a thing that wolves did. It made her think of cats, and watching a lynx bat around a screaming, bleeding rabbit when she was very young. She had seen humans do similar things to each other since--Citrine Shield's missing fingers swam to mind, as did the girl's mad laugh.

Blind Seer snuffled, his tongue lolling out, and Firekeeper had to laugh. "He say, if you want, can ride."

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