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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Oct 27, 2016 4:47:57 GMT
Adeline realized what Pitch was asking, and gave a little laugh. "I believe the word you're looking for is 'help,'" she teased before unrolling the gauze. Pitch's wound probably wasn't too hard to patch up. She just had to take off the old gauze, put on the new one, and then he would be good as new. Or, as close to "good as new" as he could get. "Okay, just stand still for a second. It's been a while since I've done this," she said. While she did tend to rely on healing spells more often, she remembered her teachers at school stressing how they should know basic First-Aid, in case they couldn't use their magic for some reason. Looks like it's about to come in handy, Adeline thought to herself.
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Oct 28, 2016 4:45:01 GMT
Pitch didn't say anything to the witch and instead let a look of frustration and annoyance briefly flash across his face. However, the feelings were directed more towards himself then her as he once again pulled down the collar of his shirt with a slight wince.
Looking down at his chest, he quickly began to pull apart the bloody gauze that covered his wound. He did his best to remain stony faced, but couldn't help letting out little hisses of pain as he reached the finally layers of the material and the dried blood had caused them to adhere to his skin.
Finally, he pulled the bandages off and removed the large pad over his wound. The cut was long and while it was clean with no signs of infection, it was also fairly deep. As soon as he removed the pad it began to bleed freely once more. Despite everything, he still felt a wave of lingering disbelief that the crimson blood was his.
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Oct 28, 2016 20:28:48 GMT
Adeline winced. One the old gauze had come off, she could see how deep the cut was on Pitch's chest. That definitely looked like it hurt. Why on earth did he think it was a good idea for him to walk around with an injury like that? Oh well. She wasn't about to lecture him now. He probably already learned his lesson anyway. "Sorry if this hurts," she said, apologizing in advance before she started applying the clean gauze on. Her eyes couldn't help but notice that his chest was pretty well-defined, and the fact that this thought even crossed her mind instantly made her face turn a little pink. Adeline, what the heck are you thinking? You stop that right now. Her brain hurriedly shoved away any other thoughts of that nature before they could make her feel even more embarrassed.
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Oct 30, 2016 6:03:33 GMT
Pitch didn't respond to Adeline's apology for any pain she might cause him. Instead, he merely nodded his head and she began to apply the gauze. For a time he kept his focus on remaining still and silent while the young witch expertly applied the bandage to his wound and began to wrap his chest around with clean gauze.
However, eventually he turned his focus onto Adeline so that he could distract himself from the flashes of pain radiation from the cut. She worked with a deftness that revealed her knowledge of healing and yet with a care that most would find comforting. It was good to know that the girl he had taken on a student was intelligent and capable, but there was more to Adeline than just that. He hadn't thought much of it before, but now and in his current state....
Suddenly, his amber eyes went to her face and he realized her normally pale cheeks were filling with a reddish coloration. In that instant, he didn't recognize the reaction as one of embarrassment and thought instead that perhaps the young woman was bright with fever.
"You're cheeks are quite red. Are you alright, Adeline?"
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Oct 30, 2016 15:42:30 GMT
A curse word or two rang through Adeline's mind when Pitch noticed her face was red. Of course he would pick up on something like that. The guy could notice any change in her demeanor by now. "Fine, I'm fine," she said, tripping over her words slightly. "It's just, uh...boy, is it hot out here or what?" She gave a laugh, although she instantly realized how dumb that sounded. They were in the middle of October. Summer heat was far behind them. But, Adeline soon finished applying the bandage, and she hoped she could change the subject. "There we go. Good as new," she said. "Just don't do anything to make it bleed again, okay?"
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Oct 31, 2016 4:41:18 GMT
Pitch merely raised an eyebrow at Adeline's ramblings, still thinking she had some form of flu and somewhat confused by her demeanor. However, he remained silent as she finished tying off the gauze and announced her work was finished. He took a moment to slowly turn his arms in their sockets to make sure the bandages weren't too tight or loose. They were the perfect fit and he nodded at the witch's words as he pulled his black robes back into their proper place.
"I will do what I can........and thank you."
He spoke the thanks softly but knew that they were not empty. He was indeed grateful to the young woman for aiding him when he was so weakened by his human condition. And even though the words felt strange coming off his lips, he found them almost.....pleasant.
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Oct 31, 2016 16:42:50 GMT
Adeline wasn't sure if Pitch believed her or not, but he didn't ask anymore questions about her red face, which she was grateful for. She was still feeling confused as to why she had reacted that way in the first place. She would have to sort that out later. Pitch thanked her for her help and she gave a little smile. "No problem," she said. She was just grateful that she had been able to do something. Maybe she wasn't so helpless after all.
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Nov 2, 2016 3:56:24 GMT
For a time neither of them spoke. Another silence had descended upon them, but it was different from any other silence they had experienced yet. Pitch spent that time merely looking at Adeline. Before now, he had never really stopped to actually look at her, to appreciate the unique details and little actions that set her apart from others. The range of purple hues her hair took on when hit by the sunlight, the somewhat shy manner in which she held her arms across her chest, the way she seemed to transform from a pale, self-doubting teenage girl to a woman of radiant confidence and power when she smiled.
And as he looked at her, as his amber eyes fixed on her own violet gaze, Pitch felt something strange, a feeling in his chest that he had never experienced once as either a Demon or a human. However, he quickly extinguished the feeling and gave a small frown before shaking his head, feeling as though he had somehow fallen into a trance.
"....You should go home. It's starting to get late."
No sooner had he said the words when he realized they were true. The shadows of the trees around them have grown longer and already the orange sphere of the sun was touching the distant horizon. The day was starting to draw towards evening.
"I should get back too."
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Nov 2, 2016 14:34:49 GMT
"Oh, yeah." Pitch was right. It was getting late. And she knew her parents always fretted when she was out by herself after dark. "I'll see you later then, okay?" She hoped Pitch took care of himself, especially now that he was human. They were kind of fragile, compared to demons. But Adeline hoped that a cure could be found soon, or that the drug would wear off eventually. He couldn't stay like this forever, right? She gave another little smile before hurrying off.
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Nov 4, 2016 4:51:33 GMT
For a moment, Pitch felt as if there was something else he wanted to say to Adeline, something unfinished. However, after a moment he merely gave a small nod and his own goodbye.
"Farewell, Adeline."
He then stood and watched amongst the lengthening shadows as she gave a small smile and left, her form quickly disappearing back towards the city that lay just outside the park. For a time he merely stood still and silent as he thought over everything that had transpired between him and the young witch. Why had she wanted to help him despite his previous coolness towards her? What had driven him to tell her his Promise Scar? And what had been that feeling, that brief yet powerful emotion, that he had never experienced before?
All of this continued to swirl around his mind, but soon enough he realized that he couldn't solve these questions. Not here and now at least. With that, he headed towards the paved trail and the lights of Bellerouge, hoping that soon he would once again be a Demon and no longer have to fret over such human qualms.
(End Thread)
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