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musesandlyrics10.1. "People say that you're going the wrong way when it's simply a way of your own."
Angelina Jolie
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kindredmi6
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Blaise had no choice but to force himself out of his bed to return to the military facility, despite fighting the whole night before with the intense pain and sickness that plagued him. He really hoped Buffy wasn't scarred by the experience or averted by it all. He might not have ended up bleeding out of every orifice, but his body continued to try and purge it intensely, and he really hadn't looked at all healthy by the end of it. Not to mention the sheer amount of blood loss that came with it all. His bed looked something akin to a murder scene at one point there, but his staff where efficient and attentive. They made it as easy as they possibly could, and even seemed to harbour a new found compassion for Buffy in sticking it out.
When morning came, Blaise had managed to feed on Jacquelynne's lover, who was a human. He knew how important Blaise was to his true love, and was happy to help out, obviously already a regular snack for her as it was. It gave Blaise a little strength, and he finally responded to Riley's many demands for a meeting. He was still ailing, however. On the face of it, he appeared as normal in the wake of the feed, but internally, he was very weak. Finding even walking anything more than between a few rooms just drained his energy. He was now standing in the hospital room of the military infirmary, dressed in a pair of light jeans with a cream knit jumper. He had his arms crossed over his chest as he watched Rory from the end of the bed, unconscious and sleeping as he regained his strength after the second drain. His Haemoglobin levels were up from the day before. A positive sign for Blaise, yet he was still concerned for the Scot. He would remain as close by his side as he could manage until he knew he was strong enough to face the world alone again.
( With Kindred senses came extra-strong sense of hearing, on top of everything else. A small noise and a presence alerted Blaise that he was not alone... )
Word Count | 4,535
Angelina Jolie
Co-written with
kindredmi6[Follows THIS and THIS]
Blaise had no choice but to force himself out of his bed to return to the military facility, despite fighting the whole night before with the intense pain and sickness that plagued him. He really hoped Buffy wasn't scarred by the experience or averted by it all. He might not have ended up bleeding out of every orifice, but his body continued to try and purge it intensely, and he really hadn't looked at all healthy by the end of it. Not to mention the sheer amount of blood loss that came with it all. His bed looked something akin to a murder scene at one point there, but his staff where efficient and attentive. They made it as easy as they possibly could, and even seemed to harbour a new found compassion for Buffy in sticking it out.
When morning came, Blaise had managed to feed on Jacquelynne's lover, who was a human. He knew how important Blaise was to his true love, and was happy to help out, obviously already a regular snack for her as it was. It gave Blaise a little strength, and he finally responded to Riley's many demands for a meeting. He was still ailing, however. On the face of it, he appeared as normal in the wake of the feed, but internally, he was very weak. Finding even walking anything more than between a few rooms just drained his energy. He was now standing in the hospital room of the military infirmary, dressed in a pair of light jeans with a cream knit jumper. He had his arms crossed over his chest as he watched Rory from the end of the bed, unconscious and sleeping as he regained his strength after the second drain. His Haemoglobin levels were up from the day before. A positive sign for Blaise, yet he was still concerned for the Scot. He would remain as close by his side as he could manage until he knew he was strong enough to face the world alone again.
( With Kindred senses came extra-strong sense of hearing, on top of everything else. A small noise and a presence alerted Blaise that he was not alone... )Word Count | 4,535
