Pan wanted blood and he didn't like my first offer.
[The kettle pops, time to brew some tea. He's explaining it all kind of absently, like it's a boring anecdote about the mundane shit he did at work or something.]
[Eames has quickly decided he doesn't care, making a vague noise of the "oh that's nice" kind and opts not to ask any more questions.]
[His magic though is clearly not at full strength, as the milk shakes and wobbles as it levitates to him from the fridge. At this point, there's blood seeping through the hasty bandage he put on earlier too, spotting starting to show on the front of his shirt.]
[Gosh is anyone EVER going to let her talk about how great Bill is? Without giving her a look or changing the subject or any sort of hidden anything about anything?
Oh. So that's a no. Great to know no one wants to hear her sing her abuser's praises.
The rattling of the milk gets her attention and she watches as Eames struggles with the simple task. Seeing this, she's back on her feet, and takes the milk from the air to set it down properly on the table. It's then that she sees the blood.]
[Boxer looks up when Nancy stands, aware the mood's changed and a little concerned as he looks between Nancy and Eames and follows Nancy, but Eames is pretty chill. He pauses to hook a finger in his collar so he can take a look at what's happening under his shirt, it's not great but that can wait until he's finished making this tea. Eames sighs and collects the milk from where Nancy set it down, manually since it's that kind of day apparently, and gets about finishing up these cups of tea.]
[He'd love to call Boxer over, lean down to give him a few reassuring pats, but honestly he's a little worried if he bends over right now he'll have a dizzy spell and fall over. And that just won't do. God it sure is wild how much of your body's protests you can ignore thanks to adrenaline.]
[With a sigh, he gestures for Nancy to take one of the mugs and stays as he is, leaning against the counter. And then holds up his hand for Nancy to see a cut across his palm, one of those traditional places for blood rituals.]
That was the first offer, but unfortunately negotiations didn't go my way, so... [He taps his chest.] The exit fee ended up higher than I'd have liked.
[She gives him an arch look over the top of her tea. It's too hot to drink, so she touches her finger to the side of it and scrunches up her nose in concentration. Satisfied that she has cooled it, she takes a sip.]
[The fact he doesn't have a quick reply to that says a lot about how shit he's doing right now, but honestly he's tired and bleeding and sore. It takes him a moment to realise Nancy has no idea where the bathroom even is and then he calls out the directions, luckily they're fairly simple. It's a spacious house, but there aren't many rooms.]
[Back in the living room, Eames takes a sip of his tea and then sets it down on the coffee table where it's followed shortly by his shirt. By the time Nancy's back, he'll be murmuring softly to and petting the dog who's got his chin propped up on Eames' thigh to give him the Sad Eyes at all that blood and all those noises he's making.]
[She would have found it on her own, but she's thankful for the directions all the same. She returns a few moments later, undoing the latch on the little box.
With a fond look at the dog, she takes a seat on Eames' foot stool, the kit open in her lap, along with some towels she'd grabbed from the bathroom itself.]
Alright, let's get you all healed up, then.
[Which means, it's time to stop the bleeding. She hands him a towel.] Hold that on the cut, lots of pressure. Can't heal you if you're still bleeding. [She's going to use this time to get a small bowl of water for cleaning purposes back from the kitchen. She knows exactly what she's doing.
And don't worry about the towels, Eames. She can get the blood out.]
[He takes the old, gross and soaked bandage off and takes the towel, electing not to tell Nancy he knows all this since she's helping. Eames knows better than to bite the hand that gets him to not bleed all over his sheets tonight.]
[Though he is going to reach over for his mug while he waits. Can't waste good tea.]
[She's back in a little while with the water, making a face at the gross old bandages, the blood already oxidizing to brown.]
Alright, hopefully the bleeding's stopped... [She rolls up her sleeves, her antler tattoo on her wrist visible, the delicate little heart, matching the one on her ribs. It's probably the closest Eames has been able to look at her in some time, as she leans over him to take a look beyond the towels at his chest.]
Looks like it's slowing. Alright, so here's what we're going to do: I'm gonna start cleaning it, and when fresh blood show up, I'd like you to dab it up. Then, you're going to drink this: [She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small vial she'd taken from her purse earlier. Blood replenisher. Never go anywhere without one.]
[He opens his mouth to say it's not exactly going to stop bleeding any time soon, but he's doing his best to not be obnoxious to the person who's helping him here. Eames sighs and dabs at the blood as it seeps out of the wound. At least it's slower than earlier.]
[Eames sighs and takes the blood replenisher, but he doesn't drink it.]
How do you know it won't backfire. Healing magic seems to be particularly bad here.
[As long as they can lessen the blood flow, it'll be fine.]
First of all, that's from home. Second of all, I gave one to my friend Bella, and it seemed to do the trick for her. Granted, she is a vampire, so. [She shrugs. Yeah, of course, the girl who was torn between a temper tantrum vampire and a werewolf met the other girl torn between a vampire and a temper tantrum werewolf. And they picked the opposite.]
[Eames sighs as he wipes some more blood from his chest, half wondering if he should stitch it but it'll be fine. He's certainly not going to make Nancy deal with that either way, for now just gesturing to the bandage pads in the first aid box.]
I'll be fine, just need a day or two to, ah... Have more blood in my body, I suppose.
[Why does 'have more blood' sound like one of the most ridiculous things he's ever said.]
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[The kettle pops, time to brew some tea. He's explaining it all kind of absently, like it's a boring anecdote about the mundane shit he did at work or something.]
Only way to get out of that labyrinth though.
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[So he was injured. She frowns as she purses her lips, looking quite worried.] At least you're out. Your fox help?
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[So obviously it's not a big deal.]
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William just showed up. [The men in her life tend to do that.] He's a sweetheart, though.
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[His magic though is clearly not at full strength, as the milk shakes and wobbles as it levitates to him from the fridge. At this point, there's blood seeping through the hasty bandage he put on earlier too, spotting starting to show on the front of his shirt.]
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Oh. So that's a no. Great to know no one wants to hear her sing her abuser's praises.
The rattling of the milk gets her attention and she watches as Eames struggles with the simple task. Seeing this, she's back on her feet, and takes the milk from the air to set it down properly on the table. It's then that she sees the blood.]
Bloody hell- Eames. You're not alright.
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[Boxer looks up when Nancy stands, aware the mood's changed and a little concerned as he looks between Nancy and Eames and follows Nancy, but Eames is pretty chill. He pauses to hook a finger in his collar so he can take a look at what's happening under his shirt, it's not great but that can wait until he's finished making this tea. Eames sighs and collects the milk from where Nancy set it down, manually since it's that kind of day apparently, and gets about finishing up these cups of tea.]
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Look, you've got Boxer worried, too.
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[He'd love to call Boxer over, lean down to give him a few reassuring pats, but honestly he's a little worried if he bends over right now he'll have a dizzy spell and fall over. And that just won't do. God it sure is wild how much of your body's protests you can ignore thanks to adrenaline.]
[With a sigh, he gestures for Nancy to take one of the mugs and stays as he is, leaning against the counter. And then holds up his hand for Nancy to see a cut across his palm, one of those traditional places for blood rituals.]
That was the first offer, but unfortunately negotiations didn't go my way, so... [He taps his chest.] The exit fee ended up higher than I'd have liked.
your turn to wait two weeks for this
[She shakes her head as she takes the mug.]
Is it...? I mean... Fae blood...?
i will always wait for u
[He knows she's asking if it was a special price but also Nancy please.]
banjo strumming intensifies
[She gives him an arch look over the top of her tea. It's too hot to drink, so she touches her finger to the side of it and scrunches up her nose in concentration. Satisfied that she has cooled it, she takes a sip.]
You know what I'm asking.
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[Eames shrugs a shoulder and takes his mug to go park himself in an armchair. Pay no attention to the way he groans in pain when he sits down.]
Seemed more about being willing to pay some arbitrary price to leave than anything. Must really want to leave to stab yourself in the chest.
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Jesus. Like they don't even bother trying to make sense here.
Can I help, Eames? You look pale.
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There's a first aid kit in the bathroom.
[Hope Nancy's ready to help him patch up a nasty stab wound in his chest. It's bleeding a lot.]
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[She sets her tea aside and immediately goes to retrieve the kit. Hopefully, he's good at directions.]
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[Back in the living room, Eames takes a sip of his tea and then sets it down on the coffee table where it's followed shortly by his shirt. By the time Nancy's back, he'll be murmuring softly to and petting the dog who's got his chin propped up on Eames' thigh to give him the Sad Eyes at all that blood and all those noises he's making.]
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With a fond look at the dog, she takes a seat on Eames' foot stool, the kit open in her lap, along with some towels she'd grabbed from the bathroom itself.]
Alright, let's get you all healed up, then.
[Which means, it's time to stop the bleeding. She hands him a towel.] Hold that on the cut, lots of pressure. Can't heal you if you're still bleeding. [She's going to use this time to get a small bowl of water for cleaning purposes back from the kitchen. She knows exactly what she's doing.
And don't worry about the towels, Eames. She can get the blood out.]
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[Though he is going to reach over for his mug while he waits. Can't waste good tea.]
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Alright, hopefully the bleeding's stopped... [She rolls up her sleeves, her antler tattoo on her wrist visible, the delicate little heart, matching the one on her ribs. It's probably the closest Eames has been able to look at her in some time, as she leans over him to take a look beyond the towels at his chest.]
Looks like it's slowing. Alright, so here's what we're going to do: I'm gonna start cleaning it, and when fresh blood show up, I'd like you to dab it up. Then, you're going to drink this: [She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small vial she'd taken from her purse earlier. Blood replenisher. Never go anywhere without one.]
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[Eames sighs and takes the blood replenisher, but he doesn't drink it.]
How do you know it won't backfire. Healing magic seems to be particularly bad here.
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First of all, that's from home. Second of all, I gave one to my friend Bella, and it seemed to do the trick for her. Granted, she is a vampire, so. [She shrugs. Yeah, of course, the girl who was torn between a temper tantrum vampire and a werewolf met the other girl torn between a vampire and a temper tantrum werewolf. And they picked the opposite.]
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[He gives it another last glance and then puts it aside for now. Last thing he needs is Deerington fucking with his blood or who knows what else.]
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How's it doing? [She takes the opportunity to take a sip of her tea.]
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[Eames sighs as he wipes some more blood from his chest, half wondering if he should stitch it but it'll be fine. He's certainly not going to make Nancy deal with that either way, for now just gesturing to the bandage pads in the first aid box.]
I'll be fine, just need a day or two to, ah... Have more blood in my body, I suppose.
[Why does 'have more blood' sound like one of the most ridiculous things he's ever said.]
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