Just south of a forest, in the depths of a noble castle, lying on a bed of silk cushions is a teenager. His sharp blue eyes are closed, his breathing faint, and his forehead sweaty. His light red hair is damp with sweat, sticking out in places, his face a deathly white. His upper clothing has been removed, so the pale skin of his chest is open to all, rising and falling with the ragged movement of his lungs.
His arms lie by his sides, flat on the bed, held stiff, his left wrist wrapped and bandaged. On a bedside table lies a flickering candle, while the young man's discarded armor and weaponry lies forgotten in the corner of the chamber. Although the immediate illness is unknown, it is clear the man's life hangs by a thread. The bedroom door hangs open, as if inviting a cool draft for the perspiring invalid, yet.. he has not woken for two days.
Heartstopping. (open rp)
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A hooded figure winds her way through the trees and pauses at the edge of the forest, a malicious grin on her lips. Her eyes dart around, searching for any slight movement before limping painfully down to the castle. She pulls a ragged piece of parchment from her bag and quickly scrawls a few words, followed by a large, single, taunting letter. She then nails it to the door, her hands scraped and bruised with nails painted a bright red.
How is your son, Julius?
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As she takes one more careful look around, a smirk curves the lips visible beneath the hood and she hobbles off slowly, winding her way through the forest noiselessly.
How is your son, Julius?
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As she takes one more careful look around, a smirk curves the lips visible beneath the hood and she hobbles off slowly, winding her way through the forest noiselessly.
A young elfess steps softly down the stairs, a bucket of water in one hand and a few bolts of cloth in the other. Her face is pale and drawn with worry, her long blond hair unkempt, as if she hasn't slept in days. Her pale blue eyes travel wearily over to the other bed at the soft sound of a baby gurgling happily. A heavy sigh blows past her lips and she steps around to reclaim the chair at Roy's bedside, her vigil continuing. She sets the bucket on the table, dips a clean cloth into the water and wrings it out. As she leans over to wipe his feverish forehead gently, a single thought repeats itself in her mind. Don't leave me...us...we need you. Tears well in her eyes and she brushes them away with the back of her hand impatiently, steadily wiping his forehead.
As the minutes tick slowly by, her eyelids grow heavier until she suddenly hears hammering on the door. Turning her eyes to the ceiling, she mutters, "Damn beggars" Resting her worried eyes on Roy again, she drops the cloth into the bucket and leans forward to press her lips against his cheek, whispering, "I'm here, love..." After a final glance to the now sleeping baby on the other bed, she scoots her chair as close as she can and rests her head on his bicep, holding his hand tightly, her eyes fluttering closed as she drifts off to sleep.
As the minutes tick slowly by, her eyelids grow heavier until she suddenly hears hammering on the door. Turning her eyes to the ceiling, she mutters, "Damn beggars" Resting her worried eyes on Roy again, she drops the cloth into the bucket and leans forward to press her lips against his cheek, whispering, "I'm here, love..." After a final glance to the now sleeping baby on the other bed, she scoots her chair as close as she can and rests her head on his bicep, holding his hand tightly, her eyes fluttering closed as she drifts off to sleep.