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sixwordstories2012-07-20 03:22 am
itspeaks) wrote in sixwordstories2012-07-20 03:22 am
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Please, don't turn around. Please. Don't.
[Okay, the way he's talking and what he says bugs and worries her more than a bit.]
Are you okay? You sound like you're hurt.
Are you okay? You sound like you're hurt.
[He shakes his head, desperately trying to speak clearly and reassuringly, but it's difficult to work the lips he's been given and not always easy to remember how to make the sounds right.]
The men from the village- they beat me. They always beat me. I did nothing... nothing. Was hungry. Please, don't. Just wanted to talk. Ask questions.
The men from the village- they beat me. They always beat me. I did nothing... nothing. Was hungry. Please, don't. Just wanted to talk. Ask questions.
If they beat you there could be internal damage or even if it's just all on the surface, I have things in my bag that I could use to patch you up. Hell, I have a few edible things too, if you're that hungry. You could still ask the questions.
I've never hated a thing or person in my life because of how they look. Anyone who does is an asshole. I'd be glad to help, to talk and teach, but I'll be no good to you if I'm distracted by wanting to help you.
[Ele spins around quickly. There's no fear in her eyes, but there's an instant kind of sadness. Who the hell does that kind of work to fix someone up? The stitches are basically staples. Not to mention the wounds.]
Nope, don't hate you. Now let's see what I can do for you.
Nope, don't hate you. Now let's see what I can do for you.
[He freezes on the spot, clear terror in his eyes as his chest heaves with rapid, wheezing breaths- and the fear doesn't evaporate immediately when she fails to recoil from him. He's not a beautiful creature, not like her, not like Agatha. His maker had spared little time for aesthetics. Even so, he almost dares to believe that she might, just might be different.]
Do... for me?
Do... for me?
[She worries about the weezing. Especially if he's been beaten. Cracked or fractured ribs could be a serious probably. The bruising on his face is worrisome, too.]
To help heal your wounds. To make sure they didn't do too much harm.
To help heal your wounds. To make sure they didn't do too much harm.
[She shakes her head.] No, I didn't have the patience. But I know more than a few things about tending wounds.
Um...okay, if it will make you more comfortable. But can I ask why? [Something about that tone in his voice...]
Which one is hurting you most right now? [She sees that he's speaking the truth and wishes she had more time or more supplies with her.]
Hurting?
[He drags his hand over the stapled sutures decorating his skull and down the back of his neck, eventually giving up and tangling his fingers in the old, ragged shirt he's wearing. He looks utterly miserable.]
No. No I- You don't understand. I am all wounds. Made of wounds. My... my heart, it hurts, but it's not like this, not like my flesh hurts or my feet after running, and my head, it is full of such... such thoughts. I cannot stop them, not even when I sleep. Why?
[He drags his hand over the stapled sutures decorating his skull and down the back of his neck, eventually giving up and tangling his fingers in the old, ragged shirt he's wearing. He looks utterly miserable.]
No. No I- You don't understand. I am all wounds. Made of wounds. My... my heart, it hurts, but it's not like this, not like my flesh hurts or my feet after running, and my head, it is full of such... such thoughts. I cannot stop them, not even when I sleep. Why?
[Ele blinks back tears. Whatever was done to him is everything wrong with the science she loves and believes in more than faith. She'd shake whoever did this, make them see what care they owed the one they worked on.]
Whoever did the work that left you scarred did not take care of you. The hurt in your heart is a wound of the soul. Of emotions. Especially if people beat you.
Whoever did the work that left you scarred did not take care of you. The hurt in your heart is a wound of the soul. Of emotions. Especially if people beat you.
And the soul hurts when I sleep?
[He's not very good at hiding his confusion. It frustrates him, that so much is beyond his understanding, but he does his best not to show it in front of this good person. A kind person.]
Can you heal it? With your bag?
[He's not very good at hiding his confusion. It frustrates him, that so much is beyond his understanding, but he does his best not to show it in front of this good person. A kind person.]
Can you heal it? With your bag?
When the soul starts hurting, it takes time to stop. Asleep or awake. When you have the thoughts in sleep, you're dreaming. It's how the mind tries to make sense of things.
[She shakes her head, sadly, aching for him. This abandoned and abused creation.]
No. Those wounds only get healed when people care and you learn how to find peace.
[She shakes her head, sadly, aching for him. This abandoned and abused creation.]
No. Those wounds only get healed when people care and you learn how to find peace.
Goodness me, but why not? Are you feeling unpresentable?
Okay. It's cool. Um.
...your name wouldn't be Erik, would it? Black cloak, wears a mask? You don't sound French, though.
...your name wouldn't be Erik, would it? Black cloak, wears a mask? You don't sound French, though.
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