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Post by JAMES ERIK BOND on Oct 26, 2009 18:03:04 GMT -5
The moemnthe heard ssh leave her lips, James clamped his lips shut, more in a force of habit than anything. It was just something he'd learned as a small child, when he'd been sent into medical care for being severely beaten, almost to death when he'd spoken when he wasn't supposed to. It was accidental, too; he wa sa small child with really nothing else to do. What did they expect? For him to just stand there, full of energy? It wasn't something he could do really.. Now, he'd lost that luster in his eyes from when he was a child.ure, ther was time when he did, but because of the tiny gaps of when he was beaten... It really was a rare thing now. It required something like a miracle.
As soon as the food and water came in, James realized just how hungry he really was. His stomach let out a large growl, and he thought about how little he'd been eating recently. The fae had been so demanding that there was really nothing else he could do... It was either starve and serve them, or eat and get beaten, and perhaps die. He'd also take the first one over the second, knowing how badly the fae could react to things like that. Very slowly, the servant moved his body into a sitting position, eyes clouded in pain and his face locked in a girmance, though he tried to hide it to the best of his extent. He knew how sensitive fae could be, especially with something like this.. He didn't want Lady Ronja to think that she hadn't done a good enough job.
Reaching out his hand, he took the pitcher of water and poured it into a glass. As he looked at it, James' eyes widened slightly. The pitcher.. it was.. Shaking? As soon as the water stopped pouring, he glanced down at his hand, which he now realized was still shaking. A bucketload of curse words that would make a sailor brought coarsed through his mind, as he tried to steady it. It wasn't about him. No, it was about making the fae happy. It always had been and always would be... That's why the realms and courts had been separated so long. He quickly took a sip out of the glass, and put it b ack down once he was finished, and hid his hands under his legs to steady them. The couch was covered in blood, and the boy's heart tore. He was going to clean it anyway.. And he would somehow.
"I... thank you."
ooc- feel free to do whatever. i kinda had to rush since dad was picking me up
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Post by RONJA IRIS AMALIA on Oct 26, 2009 18:48:51 GMT -5
Ronaj smiled a little. "This is for you, eat, drink, whatever." She told him nodding to the food. he was too used to being threatened poor thing, like an animal that had been trained in fear. She understood of course, she could be demanding, but she wasn't into violence for violence sake. That was foolish. More foolish than her dare devil tendencies.
She watched him look at the couch. "It's a covering, I'm recovering from bloody injures myself." She admitted, her eyes getting darker as she looked away, ashamed of her own folly and pride. "I can throw the sheet out later." Ronja informed him, she'd done without a personal servant for a long time, she really only used them to bring her food, that was all. She was pretty independent after all.
"You're welcome." Ronja said. But she wished he would stop thanking her and such, it was only what any decent fae would do, really.
Did he have a place to stay, servants had rooms... right? Ronja had never really bothered to figure it out. She assumed he would be alright. "So, I want you to rest up, until you feel well enough to do things, they keep sending me people since I'm injured." She laughed and shook her head. She could take care of herself. "So I'm in no rush for your servitude, I want you well and rested."
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Post by JAMES ERIK BOND on Oct 26, 2009 20:59:25 GMT -5
He was more hungry than he knew, because in no time he'd devoured the bread in no time, like a starving wolf fighting for it's favourite food. Hell, James could've eaten bark and probably of savoured every moment of it. His schedule kept him busy like nobodies tomorrow, so any food was pretty much a miracle to him, it such a way he really did seem like a starving, dying animal. He sat back slowly against the couch, eyes half lidded.
He reopened them a couple of minutes later, looking at his now master. The hair matting at his head, that was dried blood everywhere, and eh knew that he needed to rinse it off, as it was caking at him and caking at him and flaking off whenever he moved too quickly. Or at all really. He glanced towards the bathroom in the room, which sent some pain lancing through him. He was actually thankful for the resilience all the beatings had given him, knowing that he could bounce back as fast as possible to try and not let it bother him as much as it would a normal mortal.. Or anyone that hadn't been beaten their entire lives really.
"Lady Ronja.. I know it be naught my place to ask, but would it be okay with you if.... I used your washroom to wash ot some of the blood? There's so much.. in my hair.. " He spoke, his voice fading as he thought it over. It was actually quite sickening to him as he realizsed how much blood he'd lost, and that it'd all been FROM hiim.. it was just.. disgusting. He could feel the food in his stomach shift around nervously, as it was getting towards him. He stood up, and nearly passed over in the pain that exploded through him. He immediately laid back down into the couch, clenching his teeth as for he didn't groan. It was murder towards him, how back it hurt now.
"Or not.. would you... wash it out of my hair.. It's amtted and clotted.."
ooc-- grrr sorry, i got kicked before i would really write more. some panic might break out later c:
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Post by RONJA IRIS AMALIA on Oct 27, 2009 9:53:48 GMT -5
Ronja nodded curtly at him before standing up. She motioned for him to follow her into the bathroom. She turned on the water in the tub. It was a rather large one, almost more like a pool. But he would be able to get the blood off. "You may as well get in with your clothes, I have them bringing new things for you." She said, not like she would have minded if she wasn't dressed, that sort of thing didn't bother her. In fact, she was almost annoyed that she couldn't show off more of her own skin. But she wanted to hide the scars, hence why she was dressed in the way she was.
Ronja doubted she could keep it up much longer. They would rather she lay in bed nude under all her blankets and did nothing all day. But she hated that, she needed to move. Hopefully though, nothing would tear open.
Then, she stood up from her crouched position (which she had gotten in to turn on the water) and she heard a little rip and s sharp pain in her back. "Damn." She swore loudly. Of course she'd open a wound she couldn't reach. James might have been decent with such, but he himself was injured too.
Ronja ripped off her shirt and went to the mirror to try and see which one she had cut. Of course by doing this, she exposed half of her body to him completely. That hardly mattered to her from a nudity point of view. The only thing she was embarrassed about were the scars, long and deep across her body and the name carved across her chest. One of the good sized cuts on her lower back had ripped open, and it wasn't bleeding, but Ronja wasn't sure if there was something she should do. So She went to the guards at her door and told them to get a doctor, since she had split the stitches in her back.
Ronja didn't stay at the door long enough for them to tell her to get in bed.
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