in the House of Healing; (An Ongoing RP Thread)

[Defunct Fiddlesticks]

Aug 25, 2013 9:02:26 GMT -5 Defunct Fiddlesticks said:

Flowers of pure white beauty are laid upon the altar of the shrine as Henrik prepares for evening prayers.

He kneels, adding the name Cassily to his devotions and prays for her soul, sadness in his voice as he bows his head. He entreats her spirit to find eternal peace and the compassion of her gods.

The flowers remain where they are, until the time comes for them to be cleaned away or replaced.

He continues to pray, each day, asking Ilmater to watch over the soul of the young woman and guide her. Henrik replaces the flowers each time they die with new white blossoms and his prayers slip into meditations, as if he is sending his mind on a quest, a journey beyond his body.

He asks if anyone has stopped in. When names he appears to want to hear are not spoken, his sadness is clear in his face.

He goes off to find Lynn, or do work among the patients, but always returns for a time in the evenings to pray as he usually does and burn incense among the white memorial blooms.

[Fenix]

"A desire to hurt none, yet you pay the price." These words were spoken among the streets of Suzail. "My choices have reflected the life I have chosen. Its true what they say, that all I can do is let those who look to me down. Why do I deserve to walk yet, when you lie at peace....perhaps finally happy? In a place where I may no longer hurt you?" His words echo in the night, as a man walks the streets alone. His only companion is the soft patter of rain and roar of thunder. He walks with intent to his destination.

A man returns once more to the house of healing, clad in a cloak of dark color, bloodied severely, though it is not clear if it is the blood of a beast. He smells of vines and permeates an aura of sadness. His hood is drawn forward to hide his face, but a look of sadness can still be noted. Below that look hangs a necklace, the binding made of a pure white silk entwined with vines, upon which a large fang of a once proud wolf resides. The may walks up to the resting place of the flowers and looks down upon them.

"This batch has already begun to wilt...." He speaks aloud, seemingly to nobody in particular. He has given no concern if there are others in the room, focused only on the dying flora. He holds a hand above the blossoms, murmuring quietly to himself, as the wilts are restored to their once prime glory. He places a small token beside them. A coin made completely of oak, with the carvings of varied creatures resting upon it. There are some words scribed in the center of the coin in druidic, illegible to any who do not know of the language or the scribe's intent. The token rests beside the flowers, a low green light seeming to permeate from the device indefinitely, and a feeling of vigor surrounding it.

The man falls to his knees in front of the altar, not in prayer, but in desperation, in despair. His hood falls back, but his head dips forward. His arms rest outward near his sides. He gently lifts a sleeve, revealing a single blade residing in a sheathe strapped to his wrist. He draws the blade from its place of rest, and holds it in front of him, inspecting the grooves. The air around him grows sparse, and the mood grows dark. He lays the blade to the ground in front of him, as he releases a low, mournful howl. The sound echoes among the hall, being heard throughout the house. Some of the bystanders may be startled by the sound. The man makes no attempt to move from his position. He draws his hood over his head once more, and remains on his knees to quietly sob...

[Defunct Fiddlesticks]

The man would no doubt feel feel Henrik's comforting prescense beside him before he sees him, there's a quiet rustle of robes and a gentle hand on his shoulder briefly as the tall man settles beside him. Not saying anything, he simply sits, listening.

[Fenix]

Aug 26, 2013 14:18:53 GMT -5 Defunct Fiddlesticks said:

The man would no doubt feel feel Henrik's comforting prescense beside him before he sees him, there's a quiet rustle of robes and a gentle hand on his shoulder briefly as the tall man settles beside him. Not saying anything, he simply sits, listening.

The man turns to the priest as he feels the warmth of his hand upon his shoulder. His face displays a great sorrow upon it, his eyes that of a shattered man, one who blames only himself. Inspection of him would show that he seems to have thinned, a pale look upon his features. It is apparent he has not been eating. The deep set claw marks upon his arms show signs of having recently bled once more, as his sleeves are dyed red with fresh blood. He appears as a defeated animal, cornered and waiting for his predator to deliver its final strike and release him.

"I....." His words begin, but are only utterances. His voice is hollow and quiet, barely audible at the start. "I killed her Henrik. She died because of my heart. My hands. I told her I only wanted.......to protect her but..." His voice trails off once more, his sadness renewing. His form shakes as he lies kneeling on the floor. His hood has been drawn down for a time, and his ragged hair hangs in his face, covered in dirt, blood, and various materials of the land. The man seems to have given up his care in the past days, paying no heed to his own health in his despair.

"She died.....thinking I hated her. Thinking I cheated on her or that I did not want her...." His eyes glance once more to those of the healer, his pain conveyed in every word. "Do you know the pain of failing at all you do Henrik? To be looked down upon for every choice? Even once you find somebody who believes in and supports you, that you inevitably fail them too?" His voice becomes hoarse as the words pour out, his emotions overwhelming him. "Now what do I have? How can I face myself, or anybody? Im to protect Cherri too? Ill just do the same to her one day..."

The man slumps toward the floor defeated. The dagger upon the ground in front of him slides as he hits into it. The blade rebounds and stabs through his arm, causing a fresh wave of blood to emit. The man shows no indication of feeling the additional pain, nor a desire to end it. He just lies slumped against the altar, the necklace around his neck being held up in his quaking palm as his gaze just rests upon it.

[cassily]

A soft wisp of a female voice whispers can heard like a gentle summer breeze as it speaks to Henrik.

"Thank you for the flowers, they are beautiful." The sadness of a long mournful howl follows.

"I love him so much. When he left me I promised I would die loving only him. I've kept my promise." Another long mournful howl.

"I promised Cherri that I loved him enough to not stand in his way of happiness. I do not understand why he is so sad." Yet another long mournful howl.

[Fenix]

The mans thought would fade in an out as he sits slumped. He glances around the house in a daze after a long while, a confused appearance on his face, but distraught as it were. He grips the hilt of the dagger sunk half into his arm in an attempt to pull it from its place of rest. A hard tug is given, but he hasn't the strength himself to do so. He asks not for the aid of Henrik, but allows his hand to simply rest on the hilt weakly. He looks up to the healer.

"Is there nothing you may yet do?" His voice is pleading, begging for this slightest hint of redemption that may be offered. "I do not.........her death was in vain Henrik. I did not stop loving her. I cannot just let her life pass as it has..." He leans his head back against the altar and looks up to the ceiling once more. A low howl escapes his throat weakly. His head does not seem to be all there as he would at times murmur to himself, as if he was trying to speak to another.

[Defunct Fiddlesticks]

Henrik's head tilts, listening to the spirit's voice. "I am hearing her..."

His whisper is equally ethereal yet resonant.

"You are welcome for the flowers...I did not want to you to pass without knowing someone was thinking of you in your pain and suffering and wished you peace...."

"She said "I promised Cherri that I loved him enough to not stand in his way of happiness. I do not understand why he is so sad."" He fixes a steady silvery gaze on the man, asking gently. "I believe that is why she is here. What would you ask me to do, Fenix?"

[Fenix]

Aug 26, 2013 15:43:24 GMT -5 Defunct Fiddlesticks said:

Henrik's head tilts, listening to the spirit's voice. "I am hearing her..."

His whisper is equally ethereal yet resonant.

"You are welcome for the flowers...I did not want to you to pass without knowing someone was thinking of you in your pain and suffering and wished you peace...."

"She said "I promised Cherri that I loved him enough to not stand in his way of happiness. I do not understand why he is so sad."" He fixes a steady silvery gaze on the man, asking gently. "I believe that is why she is here. What would you ask me to do, Fenix?"

His head falls to his chest as he looks to the healer once more. A slight look of disbelief rests on his features, one as if he is being mocked. The rest of his features bare some slight of hope in him. His mouth quakes slightly as his head shook to the side. "She.....she stood not in the way. Her life brought me joy as much as Cherri did....." His sobs continue beside his words as he struggles to understand. "Is....is there no way for you to return her Henrik? For her to understand what I saw in her? To make ammends for what I have done and caused her?" His fist slams weakly against the floor, the dagger jarring his muscle and digging itself slightly deeper. He has a mad look of desperation in his eyes.

"Henrik....please.....tell her. Tell her I am sorry. Tell her the story we write has not yet ended....Just....Just please tell her...."

[Defunct Fiddlesticks]

A sad look crosses the healer's face as he regards the dagger. "I cannot return her unless she wishes it. I must have her permission, her agreement. I can try a True Resurrection, she may respond, she may not."

[Fenix]

His eyes just watch Henrik pleadlingly. "Her body yet rests in our final den. Anything Henrik. Please..."

[cassily]

The mournful howl grows louder. Fenix would feel her presence around him.

"Why Fenix? Why do you wish for my return? To ease your pain while I watch you with another?"

[Defunct Fiddlesticks]

Henrik's eyes move away from the dagger that appears to be distressing him and to the candles on the altar as a breath of air makes them gutter.....

[Fenix]

He would slam his hand against the ground once more, a greater force put into the swing this time. The weakened state of his broken knuckle causes the bone to shatter again, new blood caking over the old. He growls sadly aloud. "Its not that Cassily! I....I never wanted to lose you as such....I didn't stop my love for you. It is not that I wish to be with another! I just....." He trails off as his head dips low a moment, the blood loss seemingly getting to his head as his awareness seems to fade.

He springs up as his words continue. "I love you Cassily. Ive betrayed you in my actions. I....i never expect you to forgive me. If you hated me for the rest of our life, I could live with it but.....you cannot hate me without at least living. Even if I wasnt to be with you, I at least want you to walk the lands yet. To discover new joys. I do not need to be with Cherri, but you.....I need to protect you. I promised I would from the start." His bloodied hand grips at the dagger as he tugs at it again, tearing it from the wound. Inspection of the arm shows it pierced through and was pinning himself to the edge of the altar. Blood pours from his wound, but he does not seem to mind.

"I cannot do that now." The dagger remains in his grip, though his strength seems to fade some. "Im.......i'm sorry. I want you to know that at least... If you will reject the intervention of this man or myself..I will accept it if I must, but....I will yet pursue your memory," He grips the fang necklace at his throat once more. "But please return Cassily...Rise and hate me, berate me, never speak to me again if you wish, but just allow me to protect you still. Allow us to protect you. I...I just....." He rambles slightly toward the end as he seems to come to a loss for words, just staring out in front of him, his eyes entranced.

[cassily]

"Let Henrik heal you" The howl that follows is filled with pain.

[Fenix]

He would growl in response as he shakes his head in refusal. "I bear the marks of my mistakes love. All of them. Henrik does not need to strip them from me. I am undeserving of it." His words are slurred as he shifts drearily. He seems to whimper as he speaks. "Let him heal you instead...." His words pleading.

[cassily]

Her words boom through out the house, echoing through every room off every wall.

"Let him heal you. You can not protect Cherri like this"

[Fenix]

He roars back fiercely, scaring some of the attendants of the house. "I couldn't protect you when I was well! What difference does it make?!"

[Defunct Fiddlesticks]

Henrik stands. "Enough!" His voice snaps louder and with deeper force than either of theirs then becomes gentler."This is a House of Healing, you will speak quietly and with civility, there are others besides you suffering within these walls...lower your volume."

[Fenix]

His gaze drifts lazily up to the healer, his head wavering as he tries to comprehend the words being spoken to him. He looks down to the dagger in his hand to inspect it a moment. A hairline crack can be noted along the blade. "Second one....." He slides the dagger back into the sheathe on his wrist with some trouble, and allows his arms to fall limp beside him. Blood has begun to pool around his body yet. He looks about him, clear his mind is all but lost at the moment.

"Sorry about the floors..." He says to Henrik after a time. He continues to sit there leaning against the altar, just looking up toward the ceiling.

[Defunct Fiddlesticks]

Henrik whispers a prayer. "Forgive him Lord, he does not mean to offend you...calm his mind, bring him peace so he may think.." He gazes at Fenix. "Please, let me heal you"

[Fenix]

He weakly shakes his head. "I will live with my scars. They.......are what I deserve."

[Defunct Fiddlesticks]

"No one deserves them, Fenix..."Henrik kneels beside him. "But I will abide by your wishes."

[Fenix]

His gaze seems to flicker as he struggles to keep himself awake. Some of the blood has begun to clot, but the fresher wounds yet bleed. It is clear it is taking all of his strength to maintain his focus right now. "I......just......I'm Sorry...." His eyes look pleading to Henrik a moment, then to the form of a woman behind him that he would believe he sees. After a time, his head falls limp and he lies there against the altar. His breathing is light but present, as he passes out from the lack of blood.

[Defunct Fiddlesticks]

Aug 26, 2013 18:25:23 GMT -5 Fenix said:

His gaze seems to flicker as he struggles to keep himself awake. Some of the blood has begun to clot, but the fresher wounds yet bleed. It is clear it is taking all of his strength to maintain his focus right now. "I......just......I'm Sorry...." His eyes look pleading to Henrik a moment, then to the form of a woman behind him that he would believe he sees. After a time, his head falls limp and he lies there against the altar. His breathing is light but present, as he passes out from the lack of blood.

Henrik leans down swiftly, picking the young man up he barks "MOVE!" to the acolytes who scatter away from the doors and rushes him into the infirmary. Once laid out on a cot, he would move about rapidly and attempt to save him.

[Fenix]

As time would pass, the man would awake in a cot in the house of healing in the middle of the night. His wounds still severe, with bandages covers much of his body. He grabs his cloak and armor, sliding them over the bandages gently. He limps out of the house in the dead of night, against the wishes of the acolytes providing his overwatch. He places a note beside the door to Henrik's quarters.

"Dear Henrik,

I thank you for what you have provided me in my darkest time. But I must bear these wounds a time longer. When I am prepared to face you again.....face what I have done, I will seek you.

-Fenix"


The note is informal, incomplete, and slightly bloodied.

[cassily]

She whispers in his ear.

"I forgive you and only wish you happiness."

[Fenix]

He stops at the door with, hearing the sound of the whisper.

"Than in time....you will understand that I cannot be as happy without knowing you either walk this life, or are at rest in the next..."

He glances back to the shallows of the house.

"I know there is no way you would allow us all to be together. But......I love you Cassily Millin. I love you now, and forever. That will never cease. One day, I will meet with you again. I will show you."

[cassily]

"Live my love. Live for me. Maybe you can not love only me but you can live for me."

[Fenix]

"Why...." He asks "Why not with you?"

[cassily]

"With me or with both of us?"