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 Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 8:45 pm
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Bull was quite a bit more cheerful than William in the early hours as the sun rose from the edge of the world below the endless ocean. "Hey boy, have you ever heard tale of Leviathans?" The old man took the food offered to him, using one elbow to keep the wheel steady while using his hands to eat. "Massive creatures, Leviathans. Big as whales, but not so nice." Bull then launched into a tale of his youth, about a boat much larger than the old Sea Cow. About a stormy sea, and the creature that destroyed the entire ship, and ate half the crew. "I lost my eye then," the old man said, grinning with his yellowed teeth. Well, the yellowed teeth he had left. There were a few black gaps in that smile, though Bull seemed quite truly friendly.
"Got a hell of a splinter from the ship into it, nearly drowned before a mate of mine hauled me out of the water and into the life boat. Even with one eye, I got a good look at the monster. Head and neck of an eel, and eyes of a snake. Plenty of teeth as it picked up men and ate them one at a time like fish out of the sea. You could see them, going down the throat in little bulges. It had arms though, like a ... ah ... lizard, methinks. I didn't see aught else though, before it had eaten it's fill and submerged. A real monster, it was." Bull nodded to himself, finishing eating. "Might want to add a pinch more seasoning next time ya cook fish, kid. Just a pinch, mind you. I served on a ship once, where the cook added spices to every bloody thing ..." he went off on a second tangent as William stepped out onto deck, looking more than ready to face the next long, uneventful day of travel.
"Morning Bull. Zee," he said, clearly intending Z'ril's nic name to be put to full use while the corners of his lips turned up a bit. Teasing was how one made friends, huh? Well, might as well be friendly while he could enjoy it. "Weather looks good."
"Aye. There'll be a storm, later," Bull said ominously from the wheel. "A bit of a big one. We may have to wait it out. This little girl ain't build for big storms," he finished, patting the wheel as if in reassurance. |
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 10:19 am
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Z'ril was pleased that the older man was a bit more cheerful than William when he woke in the morning and he happily listened to the man's tale while he ate. He hadn't ever heard of a leviathan but when he heard the story a chill went down his spine. It certainly sounded like the creature that had sunk him and his father's ship. It' didn't stay around but is certainly had its role in the whole mess. When the captain came up on deck Z'ril looked up at the man and made a face at the nickname before handing him his food. He would have to add more spices like Bull said, the man seemed to know a lot about this cooking thing, but at the mention of a storm Z'ril felt his blood run a bit cold.
Z'ril didn't say anything, since he had to play the mute, but he was not looking forward to waiting out the storm. Even more so because he was needing sleep and he was already going to have a rough time at getting some. The once blond sighed a little and then went back to doing what he usually did, which now involved picking up the captains quarters, and silently sped the ship up as much as he could with his wavering strength and without letting Bull seem alerted to it. It wasn't a long burst of speed, just na hour or two, and by the end Z'ril could do nothing but sit on the bed in the captain's cabin and try to keep himself away.
Every time he closed his eyes he would see flashes of light and hear the crunch of wood. His eyes would jerk open and the process would repeat over, and over, and over again. Z'ril was sure that when night came he would not be able to stay awake. Around lunch he went down to make some more food ad did as bull instructed and gave the two men their food, teasingly telling Will not to choke on the bones when Bull couldn’t hear, and then going back over to the old fisherman and following him around to look at the ship and listen to him go on and on about his tales.
The storm came into view and the moment that it did Z'ril all but vanished from the deck of the ship. He didn't want to be up there with the storm so instead he sat on the captains bed, knees pulled to his chest, and tried to block out the sound. He knew that they would be fine but still the rain sent chills up his spine. He would not be able to sleep that night he was sure, even though his body was now begging for it. |
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 2:12 pm
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William only grinned at the nymph's reaction to the nickname, taking the offered food and eating it. Only finger-food when at sea; plates and silverwear didn't tend to last long on a ship. If there was any, it was likely to be confined to the captain's cabin for souly the captain's meals. Will didn't seem to mind Z'ril disappearing into his cabin, enjoying Bull's rather absorbing company and the taste of salt air. The day was uneventful, though Will had to muffle a scoff when Z'ril reappeared with their lunch rations, rather fresh and actually-delicious cooked fish. While Bull and Z'ril went around the ship, making sure all was ship-shape and tightening a few knots here-and-there, while Bull told the nymph more stories and little tales.
Though, when a hint of solid gray clouds appeared on the blue horizon, Will soon noticed Bull was the only one on deck. Very soon, rain started coming down, and the older man retreated below deck while the captain kept the wheel, jaw clenching. They'd upped the sails, most of the canvas bundled away and only a bit hanging down to catch wind, but William was wondering if he should go up and do away with having any sail loose all together. As the first fat rain drops came down, William did shimmy up and tie the sail securely down. They didn't need to have their only mast snap in a storm. Best to just take the wheel and keep the ship from drifting.
William stayed behind the wheel, feeling the storm soak him down and slick the deck, grinning at the darkness of the stormy night and the licks of lightening he saw in the distance, rumbling thunder. Oh, what a night. William fought with the wheel, keeping the ship on-course and gritting his teeth at the fight the waves put up, rocking the boat wildly up and down as they grew to match the stormy weather, the usual rocking turning into more wild up and down jerking. William felt hi heart pounding in his chest, and the energy he had to expand to keep the ship on-coarse as the storm slowed their progress down but made every yard gained in the right direction all the more sweet. In such a storm, the night didn't end. Instead, the hours went by without a sun or moon to mark them, and the darkness seemed unchanged by the time Bull came above deck, expertly making his way across the slick deck before shaking William's now-cold shoulder from the merciless cold rain, motioning for the younger man to take a break. Will nodded, making his way with caution to his cabin and stepping inside.
He was dripping wet, and the room was dark. "Damn it Zee, light up a lantern," he said, not actually sounding mad. In fact, William was sounding surprisingly lively. "Nothing like a storm to really remind a man about how fragile life is," he said to himself, peeling off his dripping shirt and blindly fumbling around for some fresh clothes. "Zee, lantern! Zee? Z'ril? Are you even in here?" |
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 3:10 pm
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While the night was a thrill for the captain it was a living hell for Z'ril. He couldn’t sleep from the fear and every rock of the ship had his heart pounding in the wrong way and by the time the captain was stumbling into the cabin Z'ril was just sitting curled in on himself and sobbing. He heard the other come in and tried to stifle his sobs so the other would think he was asleep. When the other spoke Z'ril stayed very silent and tried to get himself out of his curled position, only to have the ship rock again. Z'ril took in a deep breath and then slid silently off the bed and carefully walked over to where the lantern was. His limbs shook and his eyes stung as he lit a match and then carefully lit the lantern without a word. His hair was down and a bit of a mess and he wore only a simple night shirt and underpants.
He was visibly still shaking and when the boat rocked again he sucked in a breath and stumbled a bit before crawling back to the corner of the hed he had been on. He pressed himself into the small space and curled in on himself again. He felt pathetic for being so afraid of the ocean, it wasn't like he could drown, but there was a worse fat for Nymph who found themselves in the clutches of the ocean. She was a cruel mistress the ocean and the creatures that rest in her deep underbelly were even more fowl.
Z'ril didn't look at the captain, not knowing what to say, and soon found himself not caring as the ocean tossed their ship again. "S-Sorry… I hadn't even realized…." Z'ril shuddered as the ocean tossed the ship again and he silently hoped that Bull was okay. Z'ril shifted, finally deciding to lay down, and turned his back on William. He tried to seem as relaxed as he could, he knew he would need some sleep, and even through all the stress he found his eyes heavy as soon as he laid down. Before William could eve get out of the rest of his clothes Z'ril was asleep.
He didn't need to be reminded about fragile life, he had been exposed to that at a young age, he knew how easy it was for a light to be snuffed out. And as the minutes ticked on of him sleeping it wasn't long until his mind decided to remind him. At first he only stiffened, shifting in his sleep, and then he went still. Then small whimpers started leaving him, almost silent and barely audible, then he started crying. He shifted more, and more, until hi whole body was shaking. He started mumbling and sobbing, begging and imaginary force in his dream to stop, come back, no. That it on for a short while until he started screaming. It was loud, and a few were silent but it was still screaming. Each time it was the same thin "No! Come back! Dad!" The agony on Z'rils face, even in his sleep, matched the emotion that had stuck him that day when their boat was crushed and his father was torn apart by a vicious water spirit contracted by an elder of the clan.
Z'ril had only escaped thanks to a kind spirit who had been terrified for him and stolen him away to his home before he had the chance to disappear. |
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 4:26 pm
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William stood there in the dark, silent and wondering if the nymph had gone to make breakfast or dinner or whatever was more time-appropriate down in the belly of the ship when a lantern was finally given a spark of life, giving enough light to illuminate the captain's quarters for walking around without bumping into all the bolted-down furniture. "What is up with you?" Will wandered around to his dresser, pulling his pants off after Z'ril's clearly-frightened scramble back to being balled-up on the bed. Will shivered, more from cold instead of the frightened shaking Z'ril had been doing, the captain quite confused as to why a nymph would be as scared of a little storm. Okay, it wasn't exactly a little storm. But still, Z'ril was a water nymph for crying out loud.
William got into dry clothes and into bed, just trying to get himself warm and staying on his side of the rather humble-sized bed which didn't leave much room for two people to try to pretend they weren't sharing sleeping space. Will closed his eyes, trying to warm up and sleep at the same time. He'd just about fallen asleep when Z'ril began squirming, shifting around. The pirate opened his eyes, glaring at the low lantern light and debating shaking the nymph awake when he heard the sobbing. Then mumbling that had William sitting up, looking curiously at Z'ril as the other really started showing earnest signs of distress ... before the screaming started.
The pirate shook Z'ril, trying to get the other awake, but the nymph was thrashing around so much shaking him had little to no effect. Cursing under his breath, Will tried something he would deny ever doing: he pulled the nymph against him like he would a sobbing woman, and began humming. He hummed the tune he remembered Z'ril singing recently. Though he didn't know the words and his singing was no where near as good as the nymph's, he still tried. At least the rain beating down on deck was clearly too loud to bring Bull investigating ... hopefully the old man would peg anything he did hear to the moaning of the storm winds. |
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 4:56 pm
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Z'ril didn't even feel the shaking when the other tried to wake him up, his own thrashing was enough to block that out completely. When he was pulled to the others arms he tried to push away, gasping and sobbing like he was anywhere but safe on the ship, and then the other started humming. It took a few seconds for the familiar tune to reach Z'ril, but slowly his struggling and calmed down and he stopped sobbing. After he had calmed it took a moment for him to actually wake up, his breathing back to normal, and he looked up at the other very groggily. His eyes were still glazed over with sleep and the clear exhaustion was finally showing threw.
"'m…sorry. I tried not to sleep…" Z'ril seemed to crumble a bit, his whole posture suggesting that he was both physically and mental exhausted. "I'm sorry… I didn't mean to wake you… I'll try to stay awake." Z'ril lethargically pushed away from William and leaned back against the wall with a thump, rubbing at his tears stained face. He hated that he had the nightmare, he hated it so much, because it had been fifty years. He should still be hurting so much after what happened but every time he slept out of water all he saw was the blood in the water and the look of horror and pain on his father's face.
Z'ril felt his stomach give a lurch at the memory and then in the next moment he was scrambling off the bed and throwing up water into the empty bucket he had put in the cabin earlier. It was what he survived on so it only made sense that it was the only thing that came up when he threw up. Z'ril felt horrible for it, he really did, because he was causing so much trouble to William after it seemed that they were just starting to make some peace. He should have just tried to stay awake again but he just couldn’t. Z'ril just stood, staring down at the bucket, and leaned against the wall. His hair was already fading back to the blond color and as he stood there it seemed to fade almost completely back to it's original color.
"I'm sorry… I should… I should just go down below. Bull isn't there right now…." Z'ril tried discreetly to wipe at the tears. He felt like such a child standing there and crying like he was.
(*Pats Z'ril on head* is okay little Nymph. Later on down the line William will cuddle you all night so you don't have nightmares :3 ) |
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 5:59 pm
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William slowly sighed as Z'ril eventually quieted down, sitting propped up against the head of the bed and wondering what the hell to do next when he looked down to see an exhausted pair of blue eyes looking up at him. Will raised an eyebrow as Z'ril groggily apologized for falling asleep, clearly in a wreck of a state at the moment. Only highlighted when the nymph scrambled to grab a bucket and vomited. Will winced, sitting up and getting out of bed as Z'ril said he would sleep down in the hull. "No. Look," Will sighed, holding onto the edge of the bed to keep his balance as the ship rocked again, though it seemed to be a bit less violent a rocking than before. Perhaps the storm was calming a bit. Who knew; at sea, storms could last for days. The pirate grabbed the small mirror he had, showing Z'ril his current clearly-not-human state.
"You stay here; I'll go let the old man have a break." It wasn't like he was as exhausted as Z'ril anyway. Besides, it wouldn't do anyone any good to have Bull glimpse Z'ril like this. Nice or not, the old man was clearly someone who liked sharing gossip. "Get into bed and ... just try to rest, alright? We'll talk about this in the morning," Will sighed, running a hand through his hair. Well, this complicated things quite a bit. Hiding a nymph was one thing. Hiding a nymph who tended to have night terrors was going to be a nightmare all in itself. The captain wasn't taking 'no' for an answer. Will left Z'ril to sleep, scream, or some combination of the two and went back out into the rain, finding Bull at the wheel where he'd left him. The whole moment with Z'ril hadn't really lasted all that long ... perhaps an hour, two at most. Bull looked surprised, but didn't argue, moving back to get below decks to likely dry off and warm up his old bones.
The pirate didn't mind the storm and cold; it gave him some time to think about what he'd witnessed and what might have to be done to keep such a thing from causing problems for them in the future. Besides, there were no mysteries to storms. His nymph passenger, however, seemed full of unwanted surprises. Will kept on at the wheel until what felt like at least half-a-day later, when the storm finally started to clear. The sea was calm, and the wind and rain slowly dissipating as Will saw blue skies waiting ahead. The pirate took a few moments to just enjoy the few, feeling pretty ragged but also quite accomplished. Now ... to talk to the nymph. After that, he was getting some god-damned sleep without someone else screaming in his bed.
Will steadied the wheel, before heading below to get Bull for his shift now that the weather was calmer, then went to his own cabin. Walking in, he had to take off his shirt yet again, clothing once again dripping. "Zee," he sighed, heading for his dresser and changing, "you've got some explaining to do. So get to it." |
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 6:30 pm
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Z'ril glanced at William when he told him no and then he was being handed a mirror and shown the reason why he couldn’t go out. He bit his lip, feeling guilty, and then went over to the others dresser where he had put his vials to keep them safe. Z'ril was going to protest the other going up on deck but before he really could the man was heading up without a word. Z'ril stared at where he had gone too and sipped at the vial he needed before capping it and putting it away. Z'ril stared at the door, his hair darkening to the brown as William left, and he felt the guilt build. He had not thought that it would be an issue, he had figured at the very least he would have found a temporary lake to stay in, but of course he didn't have that kind of luck.
Z'ril stood where he was for a moment, thinking about what to do, and then he crawled into bed and slid under the stale covers. He was sure he would end up screaming again that night, at least until the point where he was too exhausted to do anything at all, and as it turned out his prediction was true. It wasn't too horrible, just once or twice of waking up, and when he did fall asleep he was out cold. Z'ril hours later William was coming into the cabin and Z'ril was still asleep. He blinked his eyes open as the captain came in, pushing himself up, and he watched the man carefully before sliding to the end of the bed and watching them, his long pale legs crossed.
"I am sorry… Really honestly I am. I hadn't thought this would be a problem. Usually I can go weeks, upwards of two months, without any need for sleep. I had this would be the same but apparently without my lake I can only last a few day's." Z'ril ran a hand through his now brown hair. "I knew I would have a nightmare but I thought I would be in a new home by then… My father and I took a boat to where you found me and we used to sleep on the bed there before-" Z'ril stopped there and stood "Well I was alone on the island I am sure you can imagine what happened. It's a stupid thing, I should be over it by now, but I will see if I can get something at the next port. Between now and then… I… Don't know I'll gag myself or something." Z'ril stood and pulled on his pants.
"This is the only thing I can really think to do about it. Beside that I am just fine. I'll try and sleep in the crew area while Bull is steering, maybe down in the kitchen would be best. I'll do what I can not to cause any trouble." Z'ril took a deep breath and put his hair in his hair.
((So what did you get from the seven seas thing?)) |
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 7:04 pm
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Will sighed, looking at the nymph as the other finished explaining, bringing up ideas. He shook his head. "We've got quite a ways to go, and no real solution to your problem. We'll just tell the old man a bit of the truth: that you have night terrors sometimes. A little bit of truth adds weight to any lie; besides. We won't be able to hide it for a week. No." The captain shook his head, only putting on a pair of dry pants before flopping down onto the bed as Z'ril stood there. "First off, we'll see if there is a lake near the port that you can use. Hell, maybe there might be one you can live in. Then we'd both be happy. If not," he yawned, "then you'll get another alchemist to whip you something up, or find a herb-seller. Screaming makes you stand out far more than you or I can afford ..." William pulled up the bedsheets, glad Z'ril had at least made the bed warm for him before dozing off completely.
Outside, Bull looked cheerful enough, the sun starting to shine down and the storm behind them. "Hey!" the old man said cheerfully when Z'ril appeared, then gestured up towards the sails that were still tied up. Looked like William had forgotten to put them down as the storm calmed. "Think you can manage ta get them sails down? I'd do it but ... my back is a tad more fragile than yers," Bull stated, still holding the wheel on course.
((I'm holding it~ GIANT MOUND OF ICECREAM)) |
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 7:52 pm
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((Oh wow! That item is worht like…. 600,000 too. XD))
Z'ril huffed slightly and left onto the deck, giving Bull a bright smile, but he felt a bit of trepidation when the man asked him to take care of the sails. Z'ril looked up the sails, back to Bull, and since he knew that he couldn’t really deny it he started to climb. He had to admit that he was rather terrified, and maybe a little irritated that you had to climb up the sails to get them down properly, but that was only because he may not be injured by a weapon but falling could hurt him pretty bad. He also knew it would take him a bit of time since he wasn’t the best with knots.
Z'ril released the first sail with no problem, giving Bull a grin and a wave, and he got to the second one without any issues as well. He had the sail down and felt like he was doing just fine when everything went wrong. The boat hit a wave and the still wet wood shifted under Z'rils's feet. He lurched forward and fell. He hit the beam beneath him right on his stomach, knocking the air right out of him, and his hat fell off his head. Z'ril gasped and clutched at the wood, his fingers slipping, and tried to throw his leg over the beam so he could get on. Z'ril could hear the ocean lapping at the boat as it swayed from wave to wave. The now brunette felt his hands slip and panic filled him.
Another moment and he was just angling trying to get himself up. He had a choice, fall without any use of his abilities and be seriously injured or… or he could try and mask it with a wave but now.. a wave that large would sink the ship. Z'ril struggled, looking up at where he needed to be and were he currently dangled, and he knew there wasn't a choice. Z'ril took a deep breath and felt his hands finally slip. At that moment he sent a wave rocking into the ship but instead he sent the spray right at Bull so the old man couldn’t see. Z'ril still his the deck hard, there was no way to avoid it, but thankfully he knew it wasn't hard enough to break something.
The brunette laid gasping on the deck, the air knocked out of him, and he coughed in irritation. He was never going to help with the sails again, ever, he would rather expose himself and push the boat along than do that again. |
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Posted: Tue Jun 11, 2013 5:55 pm
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Bull waved back at Z'ril, glad everything was going well. Really, he wouldn't have asked to boy to go up if he'd had any other choice. But when at sea, it was best not to tempt fate by sitting like a dead duck in the water. Getting to their destination quickly and without delay was always a good goal to aim for. But just when the young 'mute' finished, Bull could only curse as the 'mute youngster' slipped up. "Oh hell, hold on kid!" the older man called up, quickly looking around. Looking up again, the one-eyed old sailor saw Z'ril slipping. "Don't ya dare let go!"
Of course, the old guy couldn't shimmey up the mast in time. And at his age it would be quite stupid to even try--But then Z'ril was falling and Bull got sea-spray right in his good eye. He was cursing up a storm as only sailors could when he heard the thud, and quickly tried to wipe his eye clean. Once he could see, he ran over to Z'ril, looking the nymph over before giving a relived and hearty laugh. "Oh boy. I thought you were as good as a cracked egg, Zee," Bull said, giving the nymph's leg a gentle pat. "I think you've earned yourself a day of, boy-o. Once you can stand up, that is." Chuckling, Bull left Z'ril to catch his breath while he went to steer the ship, since the captain was currently likely to sleep for several hours yet after fighting the storm for about the full length of a day and night.
"Hey, perhaps I should give you a few pointers at climbing, eh? The old dog teaching a young pup a few tricks, ha!"
Though, after a long while of sailing and no sign nor sound of Will, Bull motioned for Z'ril to go check on the sleeping captain. Well ... William wasn't so much sleeping as laying in bed staring at the wooden cieling of his cabin with a handkerchief in on hand. After a few moments of staring up, he quite loudly blew what sounded to be an extremely stuffy nose, before coughing. Well, looked like some captain had caught a cold. |
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Posted: Tue Jun 11, 2013 6:32 pm
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Z'ril sputtered and coughed as Bull came over and gave the old man a quick smile before coughing again. He really had pulled a quick one to be able to actually survive that fall. Beside a few bruises and sore limbs he was going to be fine the next day, no doubt, and most likely back to cleaning the deck. Z'ril chuckled silently to himself as the old man "gave him the day off" because honestly there was no such thing as a day off for him. It just gave Z'ril more reason to sit and focus on pushing the ship a little bit faster. Z'ril sat on the railing near Bull for most of the day, listening to the man's endless supply of jokes and tales, but soon it was apparent that Will was not coming up on deck. Z'ril grew worried but decided that he would wait it out, see what would happen, and apparently Bull was worried as well because only a few minutes later he was being told to go check on the captain.
Z'ril nodded and headed down, sliding into the cabin un-heard, and when he finally spotted will he wasn't surprised to see that the man was rather sick. Things like that happened to humans when they spent whole ngihts out in cold rain, Z'ril had heard stories from his father about that, and so he carefully walked over to the other and placed his cool hand on Williams forehead. "You shouldn’t have stayed out all night in that storm… I could have gone down below deck." Z'ril sighed a little and left for a moment, waving to Bull to try and tell the man the captain wasn't going on deck, before he went below and got a small bucket of water as well as something from the kitchen for the other to eat.
Z'ril came back in, and if will had decided to sit up pushed him back on the bed, and carefully wrung out a cool cloth and put it on the others forehead. "Just stay like this for a moment, I can help you get through this a bit faster… I am not the BEST at healing but my father taught me enough." Z'ril went over to where he kept his different tonics and pulled out one. "It also helps that I picked up a few different things just in case." Z'ril grinned a bit.
(You said handkerchief and I thought he was wanking.) |
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Posted: Tue Jun 11, 2013 9:23 pm
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William felt more than a little miserable as he hacked away, throat feeling like it had somehow gotten rubbed raw while he'd been sleeping. The captain hadn't even noticed Z'ril entering, mentally arguing between the pros and cons of actually getting out of bed when he felt a surprisingly-cool hand on his forehead. Damn. That meant he had a fever to top it all off, didn't it? That, or the nymph's blood ran cold. "I'm the captain, you listen to my orders," he grumbled, "If I want to sail my ship in a bloody storm I can bloody well do it." But of course half way through his protest Z'ril had already disappeared elsewhere.
Captain Alyen huffed, or tried to. The large amount of mucus in his nose made it sound more like half of a sneeze before he grabbed for his handkerchief again to wipe away the snot. He slowly sat up, head feeling stuffy and body feeling like all the sleep he'd gotten had done absolutely nothing besides make him more tired. William sighed, running a hand against his face in an attempt to perk up when he felt himself getting pushed back down onto bed. William blinked, looking bemusedly over at Z'ril and thoroughly enjoying the feeling of the cold cloth on his warm forehead before his eyes widened. Healing? Medicine? Hell. No. William had seen more than enough 'healers' in his illegal travels, and suffice to say none of them had been proper healers or at all pleasurable to have try to 'cure' him of one ill or another.
Z'ril's grin didn't help the captain's opinion either. William sat up quickly, cloth falling from his head as he literally hopped out of bed, sheets nearly tangling around his legs to make him fall flat on his face. Somehow, the sick man managed to only stumble, kicking free and standing up while feeling only mildly (okay maybe very) dizzy. "I-I'm completely fine! It's just a cold," William argued and then couched very roughly, turning to escape the cabin before Z'ril could force him to drink nasty concoctions that turned his tongue funny colors.
((Get yer mind out of the gutter Kiwi! *makes note to have him wanking next time*)) |
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Posted: Tue Jun 11, 2013 9:44 pm
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Z'ril was completely stunned when the other jumped up and headed for the door. He couldn't help but chuckle and a second later he was grabbing the man and quite easily pulling him back over to the bed before shoving him down. There was quite a fair share of wrestling, Z'rils hat getting knocked off somewhere, and the male grunted before trapping the man. "Calm down! William I am a nymph, not one of your idiot human healers. You won't be poisoned or hurt and all I have in this tonic is a simple mix of herbs to bring your fever down and fight the illness." Z'ril held the vial up, paying no mind to all the points of contact that both their bodies had.
Z'ril had known several people when he was young to react in such a way to taking anything like this and so in a quick motion he opened the vial, took the amount needed into his own mouth, grabbed the other jaw at the pressure points and sealed him mouth over Williams. Z'ril pinched the others nose so he had to swallow and then pulled away and gave the man's cheek a pat. "See? Not that bad. Trust me you'll feel a lot better here in a short while." Z'ril reached over and grabbed the wash cloth, placing it on William forehead, and then moved to slide off his lap.
He had to be honest with himself, he quite liked the feeling of the captains lips, but he wasn't going to tell the ego driven William that. Z'ril looked around for his hat for a moment. "I don't know why some people can't just take what will make them feel better! I got that from a fairy William. They do NOT trick when it come to medicine. They are the best healers that I know of so don't worry about it. Also drink that water. I need to figure out how to tell Bull your sick without SAYING anything!"
((Well when you have a part where he's laying in bed, with a handkerchief in his hand, and I am the way I am the only thing that came to mind was "Oh is he wanking?" because... Yeah that's how I am.)) |
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