Elijah (allintheblood) wrote in worldsapart_ic, @ 2019-04-08 22:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | dawson nolan, elijah ridley-jones |
Who: Elijah Ridley-Jones & Dawson Nolan
What: Elijah helps patch Dawson up
When: Post full-moon
Where: The Nolan residence
Rating: Low
Warnings: n/a
Elijah was many things and not all of them good but what he was one thing without failure was a good friend and an even better poultice maker. He had a real knack for it and so far he'd managed to create a particular yummy smell concoction that Waverley used every time she transformed which helped to take the edge off and soothe all the pain associated with her shift. Tonight however was something for Dawson, to help with the aftermath of the full moon and a broken shoulder.
With supplies firmly tucked away in his bag Elijah made short work of the trip across town where he ran across Drew who looked very yummy if Elijah said so himself. He was however fussing but Elijah assured him that Dawson was in good hands and he should go enjoy his date and have fun because it really had been long enough.
Drew now ushered out of the door Elijah closed it, stripping out of his coat and rummaging through his bag to find his supplies before he smiled at Dawson on the couch.
Dawson glanced up, having smelt Elijah's magic and unique scent (was glitter a scent? He felt like it should be) before he'd appeared in the room, though Drew had come in and signed worriedly at him, he'd reassured his brother - like Elijah had - that he'd be fine, and that he didn't need to be fussed over by two people, especially when one of them had a date and definitely didn't have any magic so really couldn't do much to help anyway.
Once Drew was out of the house and Elijah was standing in front of him, Dawson offered him a smile that was equal parts glad to see him and self-deprecating in a way that Dawson managed oh so well.
"Not exactly a fun night out for you, huh," he drawled. "Thanks for coming anyway."
Elijah waved Dawson's comments off with a movement of his hand. [Don't worry about it, seriously.] And yes he had been brushing up on his sign language thank you very much because it was clear the Nolan siblings were back in town to stay. Idly he realised he hadn't heard from August in a while which was worrying and he made a mental note to check in.
He peeled his rings off his fingers before he went about mixing up a few things with the mortar and pestle that he'd had packed in his supplies.
Dawson grinned as Elijah signed at him. [You brushed up on your signing,] he replied, fingers moving carefully and a little lower than usual because his shoulder hurt.
He took a breath, pulled a face and then awkwardly curled his fingers in his shirt, getting off the couch to tug it off over his head and drop it down onto the cushions he'd just vacated. Across his back was the scarring from where he'd been attacked and turned, it wrapped the right side of his ribs around to the front, and his shoulder was a mottled, dark, bruised mess. The crystal hung around his neck on the leather strap as it always did, brushing against his sternum.
He turned his head to look apologetically at Elijah, [Not the best look, I know.]
Whilst Elijah would normally be enjoying the view he was on this occasion thoroughly distracted by the rather vivid bruising present on Dawson's skin, a concerned frown flickering across his expressive face. [It looks painful.] And it did, really painful. Hopefully Elijah would be able to help and not hinder.
He liked to think he had magic hands or rather magic everything and that just happened to come out in the form of his poultices, potions and tonics.
Elijah added a few more ingredients including a touch of lemon as that just helped it smell a lot better when it came to applying it to the injury. [Well my hands are going to be busy so watch my lips more closely, yeah?] And with a smile he closed the distance and began to apply the poultice.
Dawson snorted softly, meeting Elijah's eyes and feeling his eyebrow quirk upwards a little, "You say that like it's something I'm not gonna enjoy," he said, catching himself a second later and looking completely mortified with himself, reverting back to sign language. [Shit, I'm sorry. That was inappropriate. I'm just gonna sit down.]
And he did, sat on the couch and rubbed his hand over his face, maybe if he didn't look at Elijah he wouldn't feel so fucking embarrassed.
"Do I look offended?" Elijah challenged Dawson, eyebrow lift of epic. "Because I'm not so quit worrying." He did however turn his attention to the bruising, smoothing the paste along the full expanse of it and letting the heat of his hands melt it into the skin and hopefully after some time Dawson would be feeling a distinct tingling that would accompany healing.
Dawson hissed in a breath and closed his eyes, having seen Elijah speaking but since he wasn't looking closely - if he didn't look he couldn't hear anything after all - he wasn't sure if he was being chastised for the flirt or not. His fingers tightened into a fist and he took a breath, biting at his lower lip and tipping his head away from the touch.
His skin was breaking out in tingles of sensation, pain mixed with the weird pleasure of warm hands against his skin - no one really touched him, or had done, for years, no one other than his twin and that was different - and he focused on breathing.
[You missed your calling as a masseuse]
Elijah's darkly painted fingertips pressed into the tight muscle he could feel beneath him, rubbing and working in the healing poultice that would hopefully go a long way to helping ease the pain and knit broken bone back together again.
"I think I missed my calling in a lot of ways," he replied with a shake of his head. "But somebody had to take over the family business."
[Why did that somebody have to be you?] Dawson asked, turning his head properly to look at Elijah, though he couldn't hear the sadness in his words, he could see it on Elijah's face. He reached up, fingers catching the witch's wrist gently and squeezing before dropping his touch away.
Elijah was thankful not for the first time that he painted his eyes in the way that he did because it made hiding a hell of a lot easier. "Well, it was either me or my sister and my sister, well, she's younger and the last thing she needs is a ball and chain family business."
He worked his thumbs around Dawson's shoulder. "And my dad, well, he sort of relies on the money from The White Rabbit as he still owns a large share of it."
Dawson hissed as Elijah's fingers pressed into the sensitive skin on his shoulder and flinched a little. He didn't mean to, and he looked suitably apologetic.
[Can't you get someone else to split the time with, though? So you can do other things? It'll stay standing even if you're not there all the time.] He paused, frowning a little, signing more slowly, [Are you following this?]
"Sorry," Elijah offered apologetically as Dawson both hissed and flinched. "Maybe a little too much pressure." He eased off a little as the last thing he wanted to do was hurt Dawson when he was clearly hurt enough as it was.
He nodded as he smoothed a further bit of the poultice into the ugliest part of the bruise. "I am yeah so don't worry. " Elijah shrugged his shoulders. "I have people who help me so it's not like I don't get time off or anything like that."
[But the main responsibility is still on you] Dawson pointed out, [I know you're the owner and all but... is there a reason your dad doesn't run it anymore and you do?]
He paused, [You don't have to tell me if you don't want to.]
Elijah's movements ceased as that question came up. "Well my dad found it hard to be around all the magical stuff after a while. Said something about how all of it kept reminding him of my mom and he just didn't want to do it anymore."
He shrugged his shoulders a moment later. "That and he hurt his back a few years back and he doesn't sleep well so he just wasn't really coping."
Dawson shifted around so he was facing Elijah properly and reached out with his hand, touching Elijah's wrist, then cupping his cheek before letting his hand fall away. [You're a good guy, Elijah.]
Elijah briefly chased the touch to his face before catching himself because wow lame, much? He smirked and lifted his shoulders all carefree. "I try. Don't always succeed, but I try." He tipped his head before giving a nod. "Annnnd I think that's all rubbed in. How's it feeling?"
Dawson was quiet for a minute, having seen Elijah tip his head into the touch and he swallowed, wetting his lower lip before he said, "Sore." The word was clunky and awkward, and he looked bashful after having said it. [But better. Thank you. It tingles.]
"Which is a good sign," Elijah affirmed with a grin as he stepped back and picked up a set of wipes he'd brought with him and used them to clean off what remained of the poultice. "The more it tingles the more it's healing and the sooner you'll feel better."
He might not do the big showy magic but Elijah knew a thing or two about healing poultices and tonics.
Dawson smiled a little, tipping his head and turning to face Elijah again. [Do me a favour?] he asked, carefully lifting his fingers and touching Elijah's throat, his touch really gentle. His other hand rested just above Elijah's lips, ready to rest against them when he spoke. [Say your name?]
Elijah inhaled a little as Dawson placed one set of fingers against his throat and the others near his mouth. "Uh, okay." He cleared his throat and then spoke his name clearly. "Elijah."
Dawson smiled, nodding his head, eyes wide as he indicated with a lift of his eyebrows to speak again, fingers brushing over the curve of Elijah's lower lip and feeling his adam's apple working when he spoke.
Elijah let out a small laugh before he repeated his name but this time he added on his surname because it was his full name after all.
Dawson looked pensive for a moment before he dropped his hands, mimicking the touch on himself, lips moving carefully and silently under his fingers before he lifted his eyes to meet Elijah's.
Taking a moment to prepare himself, he said, "Thanks 'lijah."
Elijah's lips curled into a soft affectionate smile as Dawson spoke his name aloud and he just shook his head. "Anytime, Dawson. Anytime."
It was nice to have the Nolans back, hopefully Waverley was having a good time on her date.