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[ ic / appointments ]
I will pretty this up later. But!
Appointments post! Use this for one-off interactions that would be difficult to do elsewhere, like messages or other isolated meetings/run-ins/etc. Just include the date, time, and choice of [action/voice/written] in the subject line of your comment.
Appointments post! Use this for one-off interactions that would be difficult to do elsewhere, like messages or other isolated meetings/run-ins/etc. Just include the date, time, and choice of [action/voice/written] in the subject line of your comment.
{action | early morning of July 15th}
Their interaction some time before had been brief, but there was still that faint glimmer of recognition. In a place like this, with hundreds of people, some coming and others going... Hope imagined it'd be easy to forget someone. A memory snuffed out as rapidly as the flame on his candle—which just had the misfortune of flickering out. Wincing a bit, stumbling over one of the (thankfully empty) beds as the darkness takes him by surprise, Hope cups his hand over the thing and brings it back to life with a concentrated fire spell. Praying that he hadn't disturbed anyone.
Even with the bit of familiarity between them, there's still that initial tenseness that comes with waking someone with whom he's not on a wholly familial level. If she's asleep, he tells himself, he'll simply cast his healing spells and be on his merry way before she wakes up.]
{action | early morning of July 15th}
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Which holds true a moment later when her eyes flutter open, though for a moment she is very disoriented, staring at the ceiling. ]
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Hope inches closer, swallowing thickly.]
... sorry. [He whispers lamely, feeling his face grow hot.]
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... and then it takes her a few moments longer to process who she's seeing. Her mind is so sluggish...
But once it finally registers, she smiles. When she speaks, her voice is faint and hoarse. ]
Hope... hey. It's ... okay.
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I, um... [He fumbles with the makeshift lantern in his hand a little. His voice is still at a whisper.] ... Ven said you were here.
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[Hope lifts his hands so that they're hovering precariously over the girl's small form.] Don't worry, this won't hurt or anything.
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[ She sighs a little, settling, unable to help her eyes falling shut. ] Okay. I trust you.
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There. I, um... i-it's not as powerful here, but it should help some.
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Oh ... that was nice. [ ... she blushes a little from how stupid that sounded. Come on, Xion! ] I-I mean ... um ... thanks.
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