And love lies bleeding in my hands [active, open]
Characters: Flute, open to anyone who wants to visit!
Content: Bedridden, worried and bored after the battle, Flute awaits visitors!
Location: Flute's room in Bryant Park Hotel
Time of day: Whenever people show [Backdated to a few days ago]
Warnings: None
Flute awoke three days after the fight had finished, too sore and weak from a combination of her injuries and the overuse of her powers that she spent much of the next few days sleeping even more. By the end of the first week, she was ready to get up and move again-- but still ordered to rest by every doctor that took a look at her.
It's not like Hamel or Raiel were anywhere to be found anyway.
So there was nothing to do but sit and wait. Try to pass the time when she wasn't sleeping. She took to knitting and by now the scarf she started was much longer than a scarf was supposed to be, but it kept her mind off of worrying.
Still, she hoped for something else to distract her. A visitor. A strange pain in her neck. Whatever worked sounded fine to her.
Waiting was the worst.
Content: Bedridden, worried and bored after the battle, Flute awaits visitors!
Location: Flute's room in Bryant Park Hotel
Time of day: Whenever people show [Backdated to a few days ago]
Warnings: None
Flute awoke three days after the fight had finished, too sore and weak from a combination of her injuries and the overuse of her powers that she spent much of the next few days sleeping even more. By the end of the first week, she was ready to get up and move again-- but still ordered to rest by every doctor that took a look at her.
It's not like Hamel or Raiel were anywhere to be found anyway.
So there was nothing to do but sit and wait. Try to pass the time when she wasn't sleeping. She took to knitting and by now the scarf she started was much longer than a scarf was supposed to be, but it kept her mind off of worrying.
Still, she hoped for something else to distract her. A visitor. A strange pain in her neck. Whatever worked sounded fine to her.
Waiting was the worst.