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Post by Demyth Chalfon on Nov 29, 2009 14:38:47 GMT -8
Demy continued to frown down at the boy, noting how pale he was. Then there was the fact that he was sleeping on the road in the rain, which definitely wasn't normal by any means. He looked up at the other man quickly when he told him that the boy was doing quite poorly before looking back at said boy...until he realized what he'd just seen and did a double take to look at the other man. He was...gorgeous. That was the only word Demy could think of to describe the other man, and immediately he felt his cheeks flush and lowered his gaze, unable to help but glance up at the man every few seconds. The man had stunning red hair, the sort Demy hadn't ever really seen on anybody before, and he had amazing sky blue eyes. Demy knew that he was staring, and immediately turned his attention back on the downed boy, trying hard to ignore the blush on his cheeks.
"Er, yeah...He doesn't look to be doing very well, does he?" He said awkwardly, coughing slightly before getting right back down to business when the man asked what he wanted. "I think I can help him." He said, crouching down and putting his hand on the boy's forehead, grabbing the boy's other hand with his free hand. The boy was freezing cold, that was obvious. It was cold outside, but not that cold, so Demy immediately assumed that this had something to do with magic. He'd seen this sort of thing before, the use of magic having some rather serious draw backs on the user. He pulled the bag he always kept with him off of his shoulders, searching around for something before finally he grinned, pulling out a small, purple coloured flower. "Ah ha!" He said happily, before reaching out and opening Gabriel's mouth. With his other hand, he crushed the flower in such a way that the petals fell into the boy's mouth. He then blocked the boy's nose and rubbed his throat, an old trick he'd learned to force someone to swallow, and then he leaned back, watching the boy, though he was less worried now, and once again before trying to subtly glance at the redheaded man._________________________________________ Words: 398 Mood: Tired like crazy <) Notes: Sorry it took me so long to reply, and don't forget our other post <D [/size]
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Post by ``Marian Fitzwalter on Nov 29, 2009 15:58:02 GMT -8
Well, the man seemed nice enough, Marian concluded; certainly he was nicer than the man that was currently conked out at her feet. However, that, Marian quickly admitted, was none too difficult to accomplish, given what she'd seen of Gabriel since she first waylaid him and demanded that he relinquish anything of value or interest.
As she studied him intently, Marty couldn't help but noticed that his skin was a good deal ruddier than hers, which indicated to her that the man was not from around the area; those that resided in Nottinghamshire (and indeed all of Britain, really) were of two colorations, typically: pale, and paler. Occasionally, you encountered those that had a brownish tinge to their skin, but that was rare indeed. The sun just didn't shine very much out in Britain. So, the ruddy skin was very noticable compared to what she normally saw.
Not that it was important. Marian had also noted that he had big hands; that his clothes were, while currently grimy, fairly well-made (and she would know); and that he had a bag on his person that could hold God knew what. In fact, that made the red-head vaguely uncomfortable, the bag did. However, she was also curious. Which is why she watched in complete silence as the man drew out some flowers (a beautiful purple variety, something she had not ever seen before), crushed them, and adminstrated them to Gabriel.
"Why'd you do that?" she asked curiously, after he had seemingly finished what he was doing.
notes: Would I do that? *innocent look*
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Post by Demyth Chalfon on Nov 29, 2009 17:16:50 GMT -8
Demy had never been a very charismatic person. Polite and kind, sure, but horribly shy. He was almost the exact opposite of his alter ego, Demyth, as Demyth was charismatic, but polite and kind he was not. Demy didn't dwell on this, because frankly he thought people liked him better anyways. He, at least, would take shy and kind to charismatic and, well, evil, any day. He couldn't speak for anyone else, but still. This was why while Demy worked, he kept his eyes on the unconscious boy rather than the man that had caused such a furious blush to come across his face. He stayed silent, too, instead staying intent on his work. Already colour seemed to be slowly returning to Gabriel's face, and at the moment Demy was trying to rub warmth back into the boy's hands.
He didn't look at the man immediately as he asked why he'd just crushed the petals of the flower into the boy's mouth. Instead he took a moment to be sure that the redness had faded from his face before looking up at him, a friendly, if not a little shy, smile on his face. "That flower was called Heliotrope, and it's used by some healers when they think a person's magic may be sort of attacking the user. Which, I can tell by the colour that's returning to the boy's cheeks that this was the case. He'll be awake in a few minutes." Demy said, smile still in place. He couldn't deny how wonderful it made him feel, to tell someone a little something about healing, in hopes that maybe they would remember it. It made him feel even better that it was this man, this model of a man that seemed curious about what he'd done. Maybe the man would remember that flower, and think of him whenever he saw it...as rare as it was.
"My name is Demy, what's yours?" He asked, and was immediately surprised that those words had even come out of his mouth. Pleasantly surprised that he'd gotten up the courage, but still. He felt the blush returning to his cheeks and busied himself with looking down to take the boy's other hand and rub some warmth back into that hand._________________________________________ Words: 401 Mood: Good Notes: Yes. Lawl xD And just so you know, totally made up flower and everything xD [/size]
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Post by ``Marian Fitzwalter on Nov 29, 2009 17:29:24 GMT -8
"Huh," Marty said intellengently as the man explained what the flower was, and what was wrong with Gabriel. There was a moment where she mentally recoiled and thought, 'Oh, s***.' Magic was not very common in Britain, and those that practiced either did so in secret, or, when they didn't do their magic in secret, they were burned at the stake. And she'd been with Gabriel when he'd performed magic on the Sheriff and his men...
"My name is Demy, what's yours?" the man asked her, and she once again had a little mental jolt. "Mari-" she started to say, her tongue just getting around to pronouncing the 'ee' sound when she caught herself.
"-ty," she finished with. Hoping to divert attention from her near slip-up (curse it, she was constantly having to be wary for it!) Martin gestured at the man on the ground and said, "And this here is Gabriel."
If Gabriel didn't want his name to be known by this man, well, that was just too bad. It was for the greater good.
notes: I RESENT THAT! XD and LAWL! XD
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Post by Demyth Chalfon on Nov 29, 2009 17:56:15 GMT -8
Demy laughed at the man's intelligent-sounding 'huh' in response to his explanation. Still, he found he liked the look on the man's face. This thought made him blush once more, but thankfully it wasn't very light out anymore, and he was hoping that the man had failed to notice that this whole time Demy had been blushing madly every few moments. How horribly embarrassing, but there was no hoping what was in his nature, right? Just as walking up to random strangers and seeing if they needed help when there was a man unconscious on the ground was in his nature, as was blushing whenever he thought embarrassing thoughts of what he wished he had the courage to say to the redheaded man. Firstly he would have said how amazingly attractive he was, how Demy just wanted to press his lips-
He felt a mental jolt as he realized the man was answering his previous question, and smiled sheepishly at having been distracted, at least before a small frown came to his face as he caught the man's name. "Marity?" He asked, sounding a little surprised at how feminine sounding it was. Then he shrugged, smile back in place. A few people would say that Demy was a feminine name, too, in which he would quickly respond that it was a nickname for Demyth, but still. Perhaps Marity was a nickname for something as well. He nodded as the man introduced the downed boy as being named Gabriel. "Like the angel." He observed distractedly, before shrugging. "So is he a friend of yours?" He asked, motioning to the downed boy. He was just trying to learn as much as he could about the redheaded man before the boy awoke up and he'd have to be on his way. Heck, for all he knew Marity could have been...lovers with the boy. He wasn't that much younger looking than the redheaded man, after all._________________________________________ Words: 339 Mood: Good Notes: PSHT. You know I luff you xD [/size]
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Post by ``Marian Fitzwalter on Nov 30, 2009 16:05:07 GMT -8
She flushed nervously when he voiced her skewed-up name, fearing the worst as her shoulders unconsiously tensed, but when the man - Demy - seemed to forget about it and move on, she let out a breath and was pleasantly rewarded with when the tension flooded out of her shoulders, leaving only an ache to remind her that it'd been there.
"So is he a friend of yours?"
Marian's eyes widened imperceptibly at this question, but she mentally shrugged off the surprise that such a notion should be voiced - he'd only just showed up, so it was natural that one would assume that, because they were in the same place at the same time, they'd know each other and most likely be on friendly terms with each other.
"You could say that," the red-head hedged, a slightly lilt of dubiousness carrying out into her voice as she glanced down at the 'friend' in question, a wry smirk gracing her features for all of a moment before melting away. "Comrades in arms, certainly..." Her voice trailed off, and Marty, hastily, as if she suddenly didn't want for the conversation to dwindle into that awkward silence that conversations were wont to fall into (how terribly girlish of her, really), added, "What about you. Are you a licensed healer?"
notes: XD Luff, Luff, Fluff! P.S. - I did not forget >.< =D
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Post by Demyth Chalfon on Dec 2, 2009 18:42:20 GMT -8
Demy debated on questioning why she and the downed boy were 'comrades in arms' but decided that it really wasn't any of his business. He stayed crouched down at the boy's side, though he was confident that the young man would be fine now. Still, he continued to rub the warmth back into the boy's hands, waiting patiently for him to wake up. He kept his gaze fixed on the ground, not wanting to look up at Marity, lest the fact that he thought he was magnificent should show. How embarrassing would that be. This man was so different from Armi, who Demy was well aware that he had a large crush on. While he didn't think that he had a crush on this man, not yet, anyways, he certainly thought that he was very, very attracted, even if he looked nothing like Amri. In fact, if anything they were polar opposites...look wise, at the very least. While Demy thought of Amri as being like a dark, fallen angel, this man looked more like the real thing, like a real, good and light angel. Of course, Demy kept his thoughts to himself.
Demy nodded his head at the man's question, glancing up at him to be polite before once more lowering his gaze to look at the ground. "Among other things..." He said vaguely, meaning that he could also be thought of as a mercenary, because of his alter ego. "Yes, though I move around so often that no one can ever find me if they actually wanted to. I just move around and help whoever I come across." He explained, deciding he didn't want the man to ask for an explanation of what he meant by 'among other things'. "And you? What is it that you do?" Demy asked curiously, keeping the conversation going, though he didn't much care if they fell silent._________________________________________ Words: 331 Mood: Content Notes: Sorry this took so long. [/size]
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Post by ``Marian Fitzwalter on Dec 2, 2009 19:14:35 GMT -8
She debated this; What did she do? Well, she was a noble running from her former life, a fiancee running from her marriage, a woman pretending to be a man; currently, her occupation was that of outlaw of Sherwood forest, and among her duties, it appeared that saving random people that are met on the road were included.
"I'm an actor," she said flippantly, something she had decided to say in the spur of the moment. "That, and I do whatever else comes my way. Should it happen to be aiding those who need it, well..." She trailed off again. Some conversationalist she was.
"...Life's complicated," she added, a wry tone of voice making it clear that a new topic had started.
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Post by Demyth Chalfon on Dec 3, 2009 18:54:12 GMT -8
Demy's opinion of the man only continued to get higher and higher, it seemed. He was happy to know that the man aided people if they needed it, because he knew that there were lots of people out there that would completely mind their own business, and if that meant leaving someone to die...they just didn't care. Frankly, it disgusted Demy just a little bit. He was the sort of person that enjoyed helping others, whoever needed it, and the thought that people out there could be dying just because people didn't feel like helping them, it made Demy a little disappointed in humankind, honestly.
"That's good," He said, grinning up at the redhead. "I enjoy meeting people that would help others, even total strangers." Of course, grinning at the man like this only made Demy begin blushing once again, as he just couldn't help but notice how attractive the man was. So instead he lowered his head once more, nodding as Marity said that life was complicated. He was aware that this was a new topic, though he wasn't sure why the man had chosen such a depressing topic, but whatever. "Yeah...tell me about it." He said, chuckling shyly. He noticed the boy begin to stir and fixed his attention on Gabriel.Well, this was a surprise. Gabriel hadn't expected to ever wake up again, but as he surfaced into consciousness once more, he knew that he must be still alive. He didn't believe in an afterlife, or anything like that, so if he was dead then he expected that he would just stop existing; go to sleep and never wake up again, which was what he had expected to happen. He could feel someone touching him, rubbing his arm, and as a reflex he yanked his arm away. He didn't much like being touched. Gabriel opened his eyes, squinting to try prevent any raindrops from getting in his eyes. He looked up at the two figures standing above him. There was the woman that was still dressed as a man, whatever her name was, and a new fellow, someone who he could tell with just one glance was painfully shy. Poor fellow. For a moment Gabriel almost felt bad for him, as he'd just acquainted himself with the infamous Gabriel. No doubt he'd leave with his likely already low self esteem even lower.
"Who the hell are you?" He demanded, glaring at the man before turning his eyes on the woman. "Who the hell is this, and why the hell would you let some...Nancy boy like him put his hands on me? God, he probably probably spread some of his gayness to me." He said coldly, pushing himself into a sitting position. Of course, he had no idea whether the man really was gay, but it felt like a good insult. Still, Gabriel was surprised to find that he was actually feeling much better now, for whatever reason._________________________________________ Words: 520 Mood: Not bad Notes: Nada [/size]
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Post by ``Marian Fitzwalter on Dec 3, 2009 19:12:32 GMT -8
"Yeah...tell me about it."
Marian was just thinking of proceding to tell the man all the ways that life could be complicated when she saw an arm that was neither her's nor the man's jerk, and an angry string of comments and questions came out.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Who the hell is this, and why the hell would you let some...Nancy boy like him put his hands on me? God, he probably probably spread some of his gayness to me."
Marty stifled a sigh and looked down at him; naturally, he was going to be an ingrate all the way through. "This is the man that saved you. You drove off the first healer, and thankfully passed out for this one. Be nice and thank him; count your blessings, while you're at it."
That last may have been a little snippy, but, ah, well; it wasn't like they were striving to be the best of friends, at the moment. The red-head looked over at Demy and hazarded a small grimace in appology, though she didn't say anything; it was Gabriel who'd say it, should he feel like it. And if not... then she'd appologize for him, when he had high tailed it out of there and gone, as he was doubtless eager to do as soon as he could.
It was strange, really, but Marian found herself liking this stranger. He was quiet, and soft-spoken, and seemed to genuinely care. There were so few people in this world (and in just her world) that to come across one such person was truly a treasure.
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Post by Demyth Chalfon on Dec 6, 2009 16:30:32 GMT -8
Gabriel glared at Marty, slowly pushing himself to his feet and a little surprised by how good and...normal he felt. He had expected to feel weak and tired for a while, but nope, he felt fine. Of course, he didn't allow his surprise to show, that would be just like admitting that he had needed saving...which he had not. He would have been fine without this man feeling the need to shove something down his throat. Of course, he was only guessing that the man had done something like that, but still. In reality, he was well aware that he'd been close to death, but even to himself he refused to admit that he'd needed someone to save his life. He would have found some way to survive...probably through his strong will to do just that. If he didn't want to die, then he wouldn't....yeah, right. He'd just have to keep telling himself that.
"I didn't pass out" He denied stubbornly, sounding annoyed. "I was just getting a little shut-eye. Jeez, can't a guy sleep in the middle of the road, in the rain, without being hassled?" He demanded, sounding rude and angry the whole time. Well, if he was feeling so fine then there was no reason for him to stay now was there? Nope. He didn't think he'd survive in this stupid woman's presence, who seemed to think too highly of herself. "It was nothing..." the healer man began to say, but Gabriel rolled his eyes. "Don't be modest, you're not that great." He said flatly, before turning and stuffing his hands in his pockets, walking a few feet away before stopping. He kept his back to them as he spoke once more. "...Thanks." And with that he continued walking. He meant the thanks to both of them, as both had saved his life at some point that day. Not that he would ever admit it.Demy stared after Gabriel, feeling a little surprised. Well...it wasn't everyday you met someone like that, that was for sure. Still, he didn't insult him back, or take anything that the boy said to heart. He just wasn't that sort of person. He waited before the boy was almost out of sight before turning back to Marity, getting to his feet and letting out a nervous chuckle. "Well...that was weird." He said, shrugging his shoulders, a small smile on his face._________________________________________ Words: 448 Mood: Not bad Notes: More Gabriel muse at the moment, sorry xD [/size]
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