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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2013 13:57:22 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][style=width:390px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: 883538; text-align: justify;padding-left: 15px] She shook faintly as her breath left her in a soft gasp, her hands twisting the hem of her shirt, long hair half hiding her face. The longer the baby was growing inside her, the more nervous she was getting. Now three months along, and showing only the faintest of a baby bump, she knew what they'd want her to do. To lay an egg, rather than have the baby normal style. Only problem, she didn't dare lay an egg with the chaos happening right now. No. she's risk having the baby born. She heard her name called, and quietly went back with the nurse, sitting on the bed in the room while the nurse went over her details. This was the issue with only having a hospital. No matter what your ailment was (hers -- pregnancy) you had to go to one plus. The nurse then took her measurements. Height. Weight. Blood Pressure. Finally the nurse stepped aside for the doctor who sat in front of her, lecturing her about the risk of letting the baby be born instead of hatched, and other risks. She could see the distaste for the pregnant teen in her eye. Clearly he thought she was as young as she looked. Not that it told her true age on the medical report in hopes of not alarming the human medical people. she was almost five htousand, more than old enough for a hatchling. So she was still in school . . . she'd figure something out. Finally released she left her room, starting to head out before remembering the news of the one dragon adult she knew of being in the hospital, and instantly Phallon went to the lady at the front desk, asking for Maeve's room number, before venturing that way, hesitating outside the open door to knock on it before slowly poking her head in.
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Post by i1vet2b1 on Aug 2, 2013 12:02:51 GMT -6
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Life required routine. It was really an unspoken and unwritten rule. Without routine, life was chaos. People didn't survive chaos long. Some way or another, it had a way of gripping someone unawares by the throat and throttling them until there was nothing left but fears, anxieties, and the worst parts of themselves. In this hospital bed, Maeve had little to do but lay there and study the routine of the lives of the bustling doctors, nurses, assistants, interns, and receptionists.
She'd only been in there for a few days - no amount of cajoling, bribing, and a weak case of threatening her acting physician had landed her a ticket out - and boredom dragged on her. Maeve had managed to fool herself into not thinking about Kriton. Through carefully concealed questioning, she'd determined there had been no strange activity around the house in her absence and that the attack had been meditated in the same fashion of previous ones on students around the school. While she was the first teacher to be involved - a sign that it was escalating - she hadn't heard any news of the school coming any closer to determining who was responsible. Really, they should have brought in someone. But with the way media was constantly hungering for news and looking for ways to twist a story for ratings, there was no doubt such attention would only be bad for the school's reputation. Financial backers would retract their support, parents would pull their students from the school, and they'd be sunk. Still, Maeve thought the safety of the students should be put first rather than the fiscal mindset of the higher-ups.
But back on routine, she frowned when she heard a quiet knock on her door. Looking at the simple wall clock, she was at least due relative silence for at least another hour and a half when her next check-up was due. Chandler had been ordered home - that took quite a few more pointed, but less violent threats than the ones she'd used on the doctors and had come up exponentially more successful - to rest and take care of the dogs as he'd been at her side since his first visit to the hospital. With Barton recovering from a bullet wound himself, she was thankful to have someone she could trust taking care of him and watching the house.
Maeve smiled, her face soft and welcoming when she saw little Phallon at the door. It was a pleasant surprise as she hadn't seen the little dragon in quite a while. "Come in, Phallontine," she welcomed, pulling her hand from beneath the thin covers to wave her in. Her face paled at the strain it put on her still-recovering shoulder and she bit back a noise of discomfort. Slowly, she lowered her arm back down, forcing the smile to remain so as not to put the girl ill at ease.
Her eyes landed on the girl's swollen belly and her smile was no longer strained. By human standards, she was far too young. Maeve knew, however, that the students at Cry Wolf High were hardly what they seemed. This meek little girl was far older than what she seemed and more than capable of raising a child on her own. "Look at you, glowing like a star," she murmured, lifting her other arm to welcome Phall into a hug. Since the time they'd first met, Maeve had become far more comfortable with physical touch to others. Chandler had done more for her than she could ever repay or even explain.
Words: 598 Notes: ;w; Phallybaby Muse: Good Tune: None Tag: Phall
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2013 12:56:43 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][style=width:390px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: 883538; text-align: justify;padding-left: 15px]Phallon was nervous as she stood in front of the door, knocking quietly before peaking her head in, only relaxing at Maeve's smile, seeing the welcome in her face, Come in, Phallontine. Phallon gently took a few steps in, stopping the moment the other's eyes landed on her stomach, her baby bump, and instantly she was relieved to see the other continued smiling, the smile relaxed, not strained . . . accepting. Look at you, glowing like a star. Instantly the dragon rushed to the other, letting her welcome her in a hug, "How are you feeling? . . . Where's Barton? |
[/color]" Looking around noticing the dog wasn't close by. She blushed then, a hand over her slight swell of her stomach, " Thank you . . . I wish others were more welcoming to the thought. Many of the doctors here seem thoroughly angry about it. They don't believe I'm old enough, and won't listen when I explain I am far older than I appear. If I can't care for a baby when I'm closing in on five thousand years of age . . . then there's a problem.[/color]" She said with a soft laugh before sitting on the side of the teacher's bed, her gaze running over her, eyes the color of her dragon -- a sign of distress to see the teacher looking like this. While she and Maeve weren't always talking, she was still one of the first individuals that Phallon had accepted with in this school. One of the first she had trusted. " You look like you're getting better . . .[/color]" She paused, biting her lip, " These people, the ones attacking our school . . . they're getting worse, aren't they? They started off with weaker supernaturals, the ones that were as young as they looked. But now they've hurt you . . . Is the school not doing anything about this?[/color]" She asked the teacher, her gaze one of fear. " I don't want anything else happening to the rest of the school body . . .[/color]" And she especially didn't want it happening with her due in the next five months. WORDS: 0000 TAGS: play with me! NOTES: and maybe we can sing a song![/div][/center][/style] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by i1vet2b1 on Aug 7, 2013 11:58:15 GMT -6
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It was up-lifting to see relief in the quiet little dragon’s eyes. Maeve had wondered often about her, if she was adjusting well in the school. She’d been so shy and soft when first they’d met. Pouring over a book and devouring it like one denied the simple pleasure of reading for too long, Phallontine had been quite shocked to have Barton shower her with unexpected love. The memory brought a smile, but that quickly became strained when the girl gave her a hug. The action had pulled at her injuries, but she bit back the grunt that would have passed otherwise. Only a quiet exhalation gave any sign of her discomfort.
Maeve’s first assumption that Phallon had been mute was blown out of the water when the dragon began to ask her soft questions and explain her situation in the same gentle way she had about her. Rather than comment on Phallontine’s penchant for speaking now, Maeve went on as if it was well and normal for by the sounds of things, she’d had enough to worry about. ”He’s at home with Chandler,” she replied, pleased that the girl had such care for the dog who had frightened her upon first meeting him. ”He was hurt during my…attack. I thought he’d recover faster at home.” And out of the atmosphere of the sick, dying, and injured. With a slight cluck of her tongue in admonishment, Maeve shook her head. ”I know you’re strong enough of a person to not let what strangers think affect your happiness.”
Maeve smiled again when Phallontine mentioned that she looked as if she was getting better. Truthfully, she was, but the water dragon knew she’d be able to do a lot better at home where she could keep her guns close at hand, Chandler nearby, and Barton at her side. Her home was a fortress to her: outfitted with advanced security and enough surrounding woods to flee to in the event that something happened. ”I’d rather be at home, but my doctor is being a bit stubborn about my release. He says a few more tests and then I’ll be free.” The bed she was laying in certainly felt like a cage the past few days. Though it was summer and school was out, Maeve felt as if she were shirking responsibilities and would prefer to be up and about.
The girl paused, looking uncomfortable for a moment before mentioning the attacks. Motherly instinct demanded she deny Phallontine’s suspicions, but Maeve knew she would not lie. ”They are,” she agreed gravely. It was better for the girl to be on her guard then to go on believing all was well. By now, with no follow-up on her attack, Maeve had to believe that Kriton had nothing to do with what had happened. He would never have let her stay unharmed in the hospital for so long. As for the school…Maeve spoke her mind.
”I think…some people find comfort in believing these are isolated incidents. That everything will be okay.” Based on what she knew of the school’s administration, there was a lot of pressure on them to get these incidents under control fast. Tighten security on the grounds, give students a possible curfew. More restrictions on the student body, Maeve knew, would only cause them to find other ways to go do as they were used to doing. Things would certainly get worse before they could get better. ”You just need to keep yourself safe, hear me?”[/b] It was hard knowing the students were in such danger. There had already been deaths related to these attacks and Maeve wasn’t sure if she was even willing to let the students she’d come to care for stay if there were no measures made to keep them safe.
Words: 631 Notes: ;w; Phallybaby Muse: Good Tune: None Tag: Phall
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2013 13:34:50 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][style=width:390px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: 883538; text-align: justify;padding-left: 15px]The little dragon was relieved to see that her teacher appeared okay as she stepped into the hospital room, looking at the teacher in the bed. Clearly the little dragon was trying to be careful, as she hugged the teacher, but she still worried she'd hurt her as she pulled back again quickly, glancing over the water dragon in front of her, before she spoke softly, and the woman went on to explain about where Barton was, He's at home with Chandler, She nodded softly, He was hurt during my...attack. I thought he'd recover faster at home. SHe nodded, looking at the teacher before sitting at the edge of the bed, "Is he alright? He's not hurt too badly is he? |
[/color]" She asked in concern. I know you're strong enough of a person to not let what strangers think affect your happiness. She blushed faintly as she looked up at the teacher, nodding softly in understanding, " You're right, it doesn't . . . but I still worry slightly . . . not for other's thoughts on the matter, but more for how I'm going to manage it. It'd be easier if I was a senior, but . . . I'm only a sophomore.[/color]" She admitted with a faint shy smile. She giggled at Maeve's smile, seeing it as a good thing, though she nodded at her teacher's words, I'd rather be at home, but my doctor is being a bit stubborn about my release. He says a few more tests and then I'll be free. She nodded with a soft smile, " Why don't you just threaten to eat him? That usually get rids of the annoying stubbornness, I've heard.[/color]" She said with a small smile, before looking uncomfortable and speaking on the attacks. They are Her teacher's grave tone made her very nervous, more so than she was before. " It's getting terrifying. I don't know what to make of the whole situation.[/color]" She said softly. She looked up at her teacher as she continued, I think...some people find comfort in believing these are isolated incidents. That everything will be okay. SHe shook her head softly, things were escalating, not at all okay. You just need to keep yourself safe, hear me? Phallon nodded, a hand over her belly, " I have more reason than most to ensure that I keep as safe as possible.[/color]" She assured the teacher with a smile. WORDS: 0000 TAGS: play with me! NOTES: and maybe we can sing a song![/div][/center][/style] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by i1vet2b1 on Aug 10, 2013 20:53:37 GMT -6
center] [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] | [atrb=background,http://i1223.photobucket.com/albums/dd509/i1vet2b/maevetablemiddle_zps0da77399.jpg] Thoughts. "Speech"
“He’s doing well now,”
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[/b] Maeve assured gently, remembering how much she had enjoyed the dog after she’d gotten over his size and excitable personality. It was good to see the girl, the teacher decided, for it had been too long. A lot had happened, obviously. As Phallontine began to regal to Maeve her worries and fears, the water dragon found herself understanding perfectly. It was when people were in their deepest trenches of life that they tended to find the strength nestled within themselves that they didn’t know was there. Maeve had found her own strength as a teenager, so she knew it was possible for Phallontine, too. She couldn’t exactly tell the girl what had happened to her. Not without more questions than she was willing to answer. But she wanted to reassure her in some way. “I was about as young as the humans believe you to be when I had a life-changing event myself. I can tell you that life will often give a hard road to those with the strength to carry on. I know you’ll manage beautifully, and if you ever find yourself in need of assistance, my door is and will always be open for you.” Six months ago, Maeve would have laughed if someone had told her she would say something. Six months ago, she wouldn’t have believed she would house a ghostly boy in her house either. As life gave hard roads, it also took winding roads. One never really knew what was up next. When the conversation steered towards her doctor, Maeve laughed at the joke. It was almost a bubbling sound. Free-hearted. A sound not often heard from the usually tense teacher. “No, he’s truly very kind and I know he just wants to be certain everything is well before he’s willing to let me go. Apparently my ‘take care of myself’ nature has shone through bright and clear to him and he’d rather keep me under the microscope for a while longer."Conversation, as it was apt to, steered away from happiness and onto fears and anxieties. But Maeve was satisfied with Phallontine’s answer and let it drop away. She certainly did have reason to keep herself safe. Words: 369 Notes: None~ Muse: Good Tune: None Tag: Phall [/JUSTIFY][/color][/size][/left][/blockquote][/td][/tr] [tr][td] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2013 10:56:16 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][style=width:390px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: 883538; text-align: justify;padding-left: 15px]Phallon smiled in relief. The large dog had been initially terrifying upon their first meeting, but he was a good dog, and loveable . . . it was a relief to know he was doing better, healing well. But it didn't make her other worries and fears go away. And the dragon was worried about so much lately. Her own situation, the attacks on the students, everything. There was just so many scary things happening all at once it seemed. And she wasn't entirely sure what to do. I was about as young as the humans believe you to be when I had a life-changing event myself. I can tell you that life will often give a hard road to those with the strength to carry on. I know you'll manage beautifully, and if you ever find yourself in need of assistance, my door is and will always be open for you. A faint smile touched the lips of the fire dragon, her hand settling over the woman's, her eyes shinning with gratitude, "Thank you, truly. Everyone seems to have the belief in me that I will be able to keep going, that this won't bring me down. Though it took the words of a dear, and wise friend for me to believe I should be open to accepting assistance. |
[/color]" She said softly. How could she possibly imagine she wouldn't be able to do all of this, especially when so many others did believe in her. Believe she could keep standing tall and carrying on? She smiled as maeve laughed, the sounds so carefree and bubbly, No, he's truly very kind and I know he just wants to be certain everything is well before he's willing to let me go. Apparently my 'take care of myself' nature has shown through bright and clear to him and he's rather keep me under the microscope for a while longer. Instantly the young looking dragon was grinning, sitting straighter, " Oh? He's . . . very nice? And . . . is paying close attention? Is he cute?[/color]" She asked grinning mischievously at the teacher. " Are you happening to try and land yourself a doctor, miss maeve?[/color]" She asked playfully. Letting the playfulness act as a cover to keep the happy mood going between them, even despite them being in the hospital from such dire circumstances. WORDS: 0000 TAGS: play with me! NOTES: and maybe we can sing a song![/div][/center][/style] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by i1vet2b1 on Aug 15, 2013 9:30:02 GMT -6
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It felt nice, Maeve thought, to be of use to another. At least in an emotional sense. Sure, she wasn't providing something physical, something that could be touched and held and coveted. But people didn't really need things. They needed comfort. To know others were there for them and willing to be a shoulder to cry on.
After avoiding social contact for so many years, it often shocked Maeve that she was able to provide any at all. That she could connect with people. Make bonds. It just went to show that ofttimes, how you treated others was a choice, not just a personality flaw. It was a relief to her, honestly, for she had never wanted to ostracize herself from the people around her. Perhaps that she had been forced her to make stronger bonds now, as if fearful they could be ripped away any moment.
Of Phallontine's abilities to persevere over the obstacles people would throw at her because of the views of human society, Maeve had no doubt. It felt odd, though. Phallontine was far older than Maeve, but having lived as a human for so long brought with it their views. Not those that said Phall was someone worthy of disgust, of course! She would never think something like that. But still, Maeve thought of her as a young woman, too. It was the difference between a species, the water dragon realized. She'd been forced to deny her own heritage for so long, that she'd picked up on the quirks of humans, adopted many of them as her own. Phall had lived as a dragon. As a long-lived species, her age could certainly be considered young. It still boggled Maeve's mind that she would be considered hardly more than a babe. Ah, but there were other times for such thoughts. Maybe she would ask Katswiri about more of dragon culture some time.
When the student began to tease Maeve on the doctor, she looked quite perplexed until understanding dawned. With that understanding came a burning blush and she quickly shook her head, an embarrassed cough that she instantly regretted when it jarred her still healing ribs passing from her lips. She bit back the groan, took a moment to recover, before eying Phallontine with something akin to amusement.
Rather than deny, she answered, "He is cute. However, I've no intentions on anything."
As if she wasn't embarrassed enough, his voice at the door had sealed her fate. "That's a little disappointing," he said, a teasing lilt nearly having her groan again. If ever it had been a question, Maeve thought she may be able to answer it: Could dragons die of mortification? She was working on it. Words: 451 Notes: None~ Muse: Good Tune: None Tag: Phall
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2013 19:24:41 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][style=width:390px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: 883538; text-align: justify;padding-left: 15px]Phallon smiled slightly as she enjoyed the company of the dragon, enjoying having someone to talk to. Even if said person was a teacher . . . not that that meant anything, of course. Gianni was a teacher as well, and she had no qualms enjoying time with the handsome, and helpful vampire. Since he'd taken on the duty of helping her out while she prepared for her hatchling, her stress level had lessoned greatly. Not to mention the slight joy she got out of how easy it was to get along with him.
She wasn't the best at making friends, but she was proving to be good at holding onto the ones she had. Whether it was Liam, Kao or Kats, Maeve, or even Gianni. Each held a special place in her heart, one she wouldn't give up for the world. It was one of the reasons she'd been so alarmed for the younger (al though older in appereance) female. She did not like the idea of her friends being hurt. She smiled slightly as she looked over said teacher, before teasing her about this doctor who seemed so determined to keep a close eye on the teacher, watching the teacher blush and shake her head, before looking at her with amusement, He is cute. However, I've no intentions on anything.
Nothing Phallon could have said would have been more amazing then the voice from the doorway, That's a little disappointing. Phallon let out a squeal of a laugh, turning towards the amused doctor, a grin on her face, "You must be Maeve's doctor. I hope you're making sure she is taking care of herself? |
[/color]" She asked playfully with a smile. WORDS: 0000 TAGS: play with me! NOTES: and maybe we can sing a song![/div][/center][/style] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by i1vet2b1 on Aug 19, 2013 18:53:23 GMT -6
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Was it possible for water dragons to be able to turn invisible? Maeve wished fervently to be able to do so, though it seemed such things were not in the cards for her. She made a mental note to beg Katswiri to teach her more of such things as soon as she was out of this godforsaken bed.
And this little vixen! Look at her thoroughly enjoying it! Maeve wanted nothing more than to hide her face and never resurface again, and Phallontine stood there with a laugh like any teen caught in a conversation about something horrendously embarrassing would. She could go get shot again, Maeve supposed. If she were unconscious, she wouldn't have to feel the heat in her cheeks.
Maeve lifted a hand, covering her face as best she could before finally peeking out from behind it. She merely let her hand drift down to cover her face as if it could prevent her from saying anything else.
"Indeed I am," the doctor said with a wink to Phall, obviously undeterred by her rounded belly and teasing eyes. When his eyes moved to Maeve, her hand lifted again to cover her eyes as well. "No need to be embarrassed. I won't bite," he told her with a grin.
It only served to make her more so. "I didn't mean for you to hear that," she muttered, even as he took her hand gently to check the pulse in her wrist. Quickly, Maeve looked to Phallontine so she wouldn't have to face him while she as feeling so much like a child. She had an expression on her face that begged for her to save her. Going off the grin of amusement, she'd be getting no help there.
"Got some good news for you. I was actually bringing in your discharge papers. Are you alright with her in here?" he asked, gesturing to Phallontine as the doctor-patient confidentiality was taken quite seriously. At Maeve's nod, and even her hand reaching out to cling to Phall's hand and prevent her escape that would leave her alone with him, the doctor grinned and continued. "You're going to have to sleep on that side like we've been having you do in here." For Phallontine's sake, he explained why, for Maeve had already heard it before. "Sounds strange, but it's actually going to promote deeper breathing."
Somehow during the attack, her left side had taken the brunt of the injuries when it came to the python wrapping around her middle and squeezing with enough force to fracture the bones. Since then, she'd been sleeping on that side as much as it hurt so she wouldn't develop pneumonia from taken breaths too shallow.
"As for the pain...you metabolize them...a lot faster than anyone else I've ever met." By now, he had to have heard the reports circulating. Her secret was out, certainly, within the school. She wasn't the human everyone had thought her to be, but a water dragon. The doctor made no mention of this, however, so she had no way of knowing if he truly knew or not. "I've got some prescribed for you, but you're going to run out quick. It's going to look really bad, so come back to me if you need them and I'll get it taken care of."
Maeve shook her head, her embarrassment fading as he got straight to business. "I try to avoid taking drugs," she answered.
"I noticed," he muttered with disapproval. "But you need to if the pain gets too much or your breathing will be effected. Got it?" he asked, pinning her with a look that dared her to argue.
She merely held her lips together, in her mind already determined to avoid using them still. With some assistance from him, Maeve was able to sit up and stand. "Looks like you've come right in time to spring me, Phallontine." Slowly, carefully, she wrapped her uninjured arm around the girl's shoulders while the other hung limply at her side. The wound in her shoulder was still painful enough to prevent her from wanting to using it. Words: 685 Notes: None~ Muse: Good Tune: Rescue Me - Kerrie Roberts Tag: Phall
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2013 14:41:06 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][style=width:390px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: 883538; text-align: justify;padding-left: 15px]Phallon was silent as she listened to the doctor and her teacher, giggling at her teacher's embarrassment, before feeling impressed as she watched it fade when she got down to business, earning the doctor's disapproval abut the way she avoided taking drugs. When the teacher sat up, and stood, Phallon smiled, and moved closer, offering to help her teacher out, Looks like you've come right in time to spring me, Phallontine. She laughed softly, eyes sparkling, "Glad to be of assistance. |
[/color]" She promised before looking at him curiously, " Would you like me to take you home then? My car is out in the parking lot. I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to stay though. I'm suppose to be furniture shopping for my new house.[/color]" She added, a twinkle in her eyes as she thought about the large home she'd been able to buy, " Let's get out of here.[/color]" SHe stated softly, heading out and towards her car, leading her teacher along. WORDS: 0000 TAGS: play with me! NOTES: and maybe we can sing a song![/div][/center][/style] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by i1vet2b1 on Aug 24, 2013 10:39:10 GMT -6
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There really was no physical therapy quite like walking. The bullet wound in her hip wept at the pain of being forced into action after having lain stagnant for days, but there was no chance she was going to sit out now. Her injured shoulder felt on fire and her ribs burned with such blinding agony that she thought she may pass out. However, instinct kept her upright and standing straight. The fetal position would hardly help her now - certainly not with the doctor watching her with scrutiny.
"That's sweet of you to offer, Phallontine. I'd love a ride." To call Chandler meant to wait for even longer and Maeve wasn't sure she could handle the hospital for one more minute. When the dragon mentioned buying furniture, she smiled. It sounded like a nice time. Something normal. Really, something normal was just the thing to help her anxieties about Kriton finding her level back a bit. While she felt a bit guilty about leaving Chandler to care for the dogs even longer, she desperately needed to feel normal again. The attack had shaken her in many ways and she still had trouble convincing herself that Kriton had not been involved. There was just absolutely no way he knew she was here. She'd been careful.
"I wouldn't mind joining you with that shopping, if you'd have me," Maeve murmured, pulling her arm from around Phallontine's shoulder to try and walk on her own without the safety line. After a few steps, she felt more confident and tried not to limp in the doctor's view.
She followed the fire dragon out, gingerly getting into the car. The seat belt was really the worst part, as it laid over the bullet wound in her shoulder. Though the bandage covering the surgical incision and stitches provided some buffer, she placed her opposite hand between the abrasive seat belt and her shoulder anyway. Words: 230 Notes: None~ Muse: Good Tune: Rescue Me - Kerrie Roberts Tag: Phall
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2013 11:28:12 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][style=width:390px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: 883538; text-align: justify;padding-left: 15px]Phallon watched the way her teacher moved, keeping a close eye to make sure the woman wouldn't stumble, fall, or anything. She was worried about how her teacher was managing, but still she allowed the teacher to walk out with her, as she was certain she'd get ripped into if she suggested a wheel chair. Though she might buy one for the teacher as a gag gift. And then run like hell to get out of firing range. She smiled at the teacher, nodding happily at being able to help the woman out. If she needed a ride, Phal was her gal. As they walked out of the hospital, she knew her teacher was only standing so tall to keep from being called back by the doctor, though she didn't mention anything, "I'd love to have your company! |
[/color]" She admitted, watching as the teacher unwound her arm from around Phal's shoulders, making a few steps on her own before continuing to follow Phallon to her car. Phallon frowned as she glanced at the fire dragon before pulling a piece of soft, fuzzy scrap material from beneath her seat, un velcroing it, and motioning for the teacher to remove her hand as the fire dragon careful secured the material over part of the seat belt that would press into the shoulder, " That should help . . . I get a bit claustrophobic in cars, especially for long drives. The seatbelt only makes it worse, so I tend to use those to soften the feel of the seat belt against my skin. Hopefully it'll help keep it from digging into your wound.[/color]" She said with a warm smile, before turning the car out of the parking lot, and heading towards the furniture store she wanted to look at today. WORDS: 0000 TAGS: play with me! NOTES: and maybe we can sing a song![/div][/center][/style] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by i1vet2b1 on Aug 25, 2013 19:24:18 GMT -6
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] | [atrb=background,http://i1223.photobucket.com/albums/dd509/i1vet2b/maevetablemiddle_zps0da77399.jpg] Thoughts. "Speech"
Why was it that such a simple kindness threatened to bring tears to her eyes? Maeve looked at Phallon with her heart bleeding plainly in her eyes, but turned away so as not to show the opening. A life alone. That's what she'd had hardly more than a year ago. To have a real list of people who cared about her...it was awe-inspiring. Sometimes it still caught her off guard. Still made her feel inadequate. Unworthy. What could she possibly offer to any of them? What did she have to offer?
Certainly not her history. Those who knew of it were in danger. Even those who didn't, every person she got close to, Maeve knew she put them in danger. She wanted to believe that she was out of reach of the cruel man who'd taken the life of her father so heartlessly. Wanting to believe didn't mean one did believe, however. Maeve had thought she'd convinced herself otherwise - truly, she'd gotten much better with people! It was rare that she would look at a stranger with such wariness anymore.
So what did she have to offer? Why did she deserve such kindness? She had no answer.
"Thank you," she murmured, so unbelievably touched that she felt certain the tremor in her voice was heard. Maybe it would just be written off as relief to be out of the hospital. She hoped so.
Hoping to pull her mind away from thoughts she wasn't ready to visit, Maeve schooled her features into a gentle smile. "Do you have any ideas so far for designs?" Words: 264 Notes: None~ Muse: Good Tune: To This Day - Shane Koyczan Tag: Phall
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2013 6:00:30 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][style=width:390px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: 883538; text-align: justify;padding-left: 15px]The young dragon wasn't aware of the reaction her thoughtlessly kind acts had provoked with in the teacher, the girl just reacting and acting upon such reactions. She had always been the type to want to help others, especially those she cared about . . . she she thought nothing of her actions. She did glance at her teacher when she thanked her, shaking her head lightly, "No need to thank me. |
[/color]" She all but chirped, turning the car on and pulling out of the parking spot, winding her way down the parking garage and into the busy traffic. She drove in comfortable silence until glancing briefly at the older-in-appearance woman when she'd questioned about her ideas of designs. The fire dragon was silent for a moment, trying to put her thoughts into words, " Something akin to high dollar elegance. Very classical, with only a twinge of modernism. Preferably with out too much of a high dollar price tag to go with it.[/color]" She laughed, eyes sparkling as she glanced at her teacher, " The house is being repainted right now, so I have some time to kill before I'll be allowed back in doors.[/color]" She giggled, remembering the adamant way the workers had kicked her out right before they started painting, not wanting paint, and other chemical fumes anywhere near a pregnant woman, nor the fetus inside her. She was also half certain Gianni put them up to it too. " We'll just have to see what we can find today.[/color]" WORDS: 0000 TAGS: play with me! NOTES: and maybe we can sing a song![/div][/center][/style] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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