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19 Yrs
Upper Class
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Royal Healer
Pistol
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Vee
Sept 23, 2018 12:50:00 GMT -5
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Jul 30, 2018 19:39:17 GMT -5
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Post by Akiva Le French on Aug 2, 2018 12:44:51 GMT -5
The gardens were, of course, the best place to go looking for the healer. After all, she kept a watch over the gardens, especially the ones where some of her harder-to-find herbs grew. Currently, she was in a desert-biome, kneeling. She wore a thin pair of shorts, and a shirt that revealed her midriff, and she was barefoot. For somebody with her upbringing, one would not expect her to be dressed in such a manner, but she had known she would be working in some of the hotter biomes today.
She was digging up one herb to check its roots, plucking leaves from another. She was technically off-duty, still reeling from the death of the queen six months ago. Losing the woman, she had foregone the royals entirely, and had spent the night curled against Elijah's chest. He hadn't been a comfort in words, but he'd held her, let her cry, told her crying didn't help. He'd petted her... he was kind, in his own understanding of the word.
After that, she'd hardly seen him. That was fine. She honestly believed she held no real feelings for the man--at least, until somebody came to retrieve her. There had been an accident--and she was needed immediately. She was quick to leave her things, trowel, plant--everything behind, and follow the messenger into the palace.
"Elijah?" She entered the room she was led too, and moved to gaze around the room, frantic for a moment. Then, she saw him. He did not appear hurt to her. She furrowed her brow, but the servant who had brought her was gone, so she couldn't demand to know why she was here.
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“You want to be free. You also want to be mine. You can't be both.” ― Nenia Campbell, Crowned by Fi
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Blutsauger
24 Yrs
Upper Class
betrothed
Inventor
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Marie
Jul 23, 2019 15:33:32 GMT -5
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Aug 1, 2018 19:15:08 GMT -5
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Post by Elijah Mozinak on Aug 2, 2018 13:57:33 GMT -5
Elijah wasn’t the kind of person to needlessly worry over someone. He was quite capable of allowing those around him to make terrible choices, especially if it didn’t mess with his work. He had other things to worry about, people didn’t make that list even slightly. That being said, he hadn’t notice Akivasz scarcity in the past six months. He ever had to admit to having a flaw, it was definitely emotions. He wasn’t ignoring the girl, he just didn't see a reason to actively seek her out. He acknowledged the fact they were to marry. Which is why he didn’t send her away once word of the Queen’s death was heard. He attempted to comfort her as much as he could. He just didn’t realize that he should’ve checked in on her to make sure she was handling things well. Akiva Le French had the same kind of work ethic that he did. He could respect that she didn’t have a lot of time to spare as the royal healer. Still, there had been scattered rumors about her presence being spottier than usual. It wouldn’t look good on him has a future husband to ignore these rumors and not check in on the redhead. As tedious as it was he arranged for one of the servants to tell her it was an emergency, and to take her to an empty room he was waiting in. He had made sure to plan out the things he was going to say. Apparently this wasn’t something you dealt with logically? Just to make himself seem human and that he was concerned. “Relax, there’s no emergency.” He said from his position against the wall. He stood up straight and gestured to the small table that held tea and snacks. “Sit” …. “please.” He added to the end for good measure. |
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Human
19 Yrs
Upper Class
Single
Royal Healer
Pistol
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Vee
Sept 23, 2018 12:50:00 GMT -5
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Jul 30, 2018 19:39:17 GMT -5
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Post by Akiva Le French on Aug 2, 2018 19:30:31 GMT -5
Akiva stared at the table he had ordered her to sit at, replying, "I... That messenger said--I haven't got time for a tea party. If you don't need me, I have research to do." She turned on her heel, her intentions were clear. She was leaving to go back to the garden. Never mind the fact it was Elijah. "Why would you," she stopped walking, turning to face him. "think that lying to me was a good thing? What if the next time you summon me for an injury, it's real and I assume it is not and decide not to come?" She spat, narrowing her eyes.
Of course, they both knew her. She'd come running no matter how many times she was lied too, especially about an injury.
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“You want to be free. You also want to be mine. You can't be both.” ― Nenia Campbell, Crowned by Fi
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Blutsauger
24 Yrs
Upper Class
betrothed
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Marie
Jul 23, 2019 15:33:32 GMT -5
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Aug 1, 2018 19:15:08 GMT -5
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Post by Elijah Mozinak on Aug 2, 2018 19:52:01 GMT -5
Elijah stared at her, he knew he wasn’t necessarily right in this situation, however he would never Admit that. He took a step forward intent in following her out. “Well assuming that you’re not avoiding your problems unhealthily I guess I’ll have to suffer.” He said maneuvering in front of the door. Of course he realized that an injury was a terrible thing to fake in this situation. She obviously was upset about not being able to save the Queen, so any medical emergency she would worry about. “Would you have come otherwise?” He asked her curiously, he wouldn’t have it wasn’t an emergency. He doubted she would’ve stopped what she was doing to talk to him about her feelings. Not that he particularly wanted to hear about them. However, he had seen his parents together quite enough to know that it was normal to share those things. “I understand you’re upset, so let's talk about it” he said inwardly regretting every word he was saying. Why could she have just sat down and talked. This was going to keep him away from his work longer than he expected. Akiva Le French |
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Human
19 Yrs
Upper Class
Single
Royal Healer
Pistol
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Vee
Sept 23, 2018 12:50:00 GMT -5
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Jul 30, 2018 19:39:17 GMT -5
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Post by Akiva Le French on Aug 2, 2018 20:38:56 GMT -5
Akiva pursed her lips when he asked if she would have come. "No." She uttered the word quietly, her gaze askew. She didn't want to look at him--he'd seen her at her most vulnerable. And he was using that against her, she was certain. "Let me go." She murmured, shoving at his chest. "I have to get back to work."
She was definitely mad at him for faking an accident to get her here. Though he had a point--she would not have come if she'd known it was nothing serious. She puffed her cheeks out and murmured, "Fine. If it'll get me back to work faster, I'll sit down and have your tea." It was for her benefit, she knew he didn't need it.
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“You want to be free. You also want to be mine. You can't be both.” ― Nenia Campbell, Crowned by Fi
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Blutsauger
24 Yrs
Upper Class
betrothed
Inventor
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Marie
Jul 23, 2019 15:33:32 GMT -5
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Aug 1, 2018 19:15:08 GMT -5
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Post by Elijah Mozinak on Aug 2, 2018 20:49:50 GMT -5
Everything with her was like pulling teeth. He was sure that she was just difficult for the hell of it. Elijah understood ambition as much as the next workaholic, but he also knew you couldn’t run from reality. He wasn’t sure lecturing her on proper grief would work. Not to mention how much if a hypocrite he would be, since he didn't vent any emotion healthily. He was just about to say something, when she agreed to sit and have tea. He himself had already eaten lunch. He didn’t comment about her work, because he was pretty sure he should be working now. The matter at hand was her effort to shut away the world with work. It was something he was very good at, but also it was problematic for people who weren’t doing it for a good reason. Elijah wasn’t sure how exactly to breech this topic so he cleared his throat. “I’m not going to pretend to understand what you’ve been going through recently. However, people have been worried about you lately.” Yeah, that was a great way to start. He really hoped she would think he was implied in that, because honestly he wasn’t sure he actually cared. As long as she was eating, sleeping, and breathing he was satisfied with her well-being. That wasn’t really the making if a good husband, but he could fake it. He was positive Akiva Le French wanted to leave, and be anywhere but there. In that moment, Elijah was sure this conversation was for the benefit of the both of him. She could vent and he could keep the image of a somewhat caring being. |
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19 Yrs
Upper Class
Single
Royal Healer
Pistol
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Sept 23, 2018 12:50:00 GMT -5
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Jul 30, 2018 19:39:17 GMT -5
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Post by Akiva Le French on Aug 5, 2018 11:59:38 GMT -5
"I'm fine." She murmured, staring at the teacup, the tea still warm enough to give off steam. She raised the cup to her lips and sipped, grateful that he--she was assuming he had made the tea--had remembered how many sugars she liked in her drink. "The harder I work, the more I can learn. That way I won't lose another person like that--she could have been saved, if I'd just done more research, had more knowledge." She knew it was illogical, but it was what she believed.
If she overstocked on medicines pre-made, if somebody fell ill she didn't have to go craft the medicines herself. She would just have to distribute. That was why she spent her days in the gardens, researching and inventorying the herbs, and then other days in the forest hunting down new cuttings, or new plants entirely.
"It's just a matter of remaining completely prepared for emergency. Nothing more."
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“You want to be free. You also want to be mine. You can't be both.” ― Nenia Campbell, Crowned by Fi
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Blutsauger
24 Yrs
Upper Class
betrothed
Inventor
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Marie
Jul 23, 2019 15:33:32 GMT -5
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Aug 1, 2018 19:15:08 GMT -5
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Post by Elijah Mozinak on Aug 5, 2018 13:27:41 GMT -5
Elijah nodded as she spoke. It made since but it also sounded like she was blaming herself. He didn’t like that, she was a brilliant healer, even he could at admit. “Listen, there was nothing more you could’ve done, living in the past and blaming yourself is only going to hurt you and those around you” He tried to put as much sympathy and understanding in his voice as possible.
“How many people do you think you’ll save if you’re not in optimal health?” He raised an eyebrow waiting for her to answer. This was just too unhealthy, he was sure she was sacrificing sleep for this nonsense. A good healer understood that medicine could fix everything, science couldn’t cure everything. He couldn’t relate to her on an emotional level, he’d never lost anyone and he accepted.
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