[set for Ramon (But Jaydyn and the girls can come too)]
Mogs scuttled about the house, their luggage unpacked and put away. There was a distinct air of worry buzzing about the entire estate. Many of the mogs wore small white doctors robes, some wore green to help convey the position of a healer. The library was empty, save for an overturned throne and dried blood on the carpet. Anna's room was spotted
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As he makes his way down to where the little mog at the front instructed him to go, he can't help but pause briefly at another open door. A library from the looks of it. A handful of the little animals were busy trying to scrub up something from the carpet. Even though their soap and water nearly overwhelmed the scent, he could distinctly make out the smell of dried blood.
Deciding not to concern himself with it presently, he pressed on to where most of the rest of the fuzzy beasts seemed to be congregating. Wait...this looked like...a bedroom...he could feel his face blush near instantly. Why on earth would she want to meet him there? And it was hardly gentlemanly to find oneself there on the first visit to a lady's home, per her request or no!
Still...she wasn't like that...
Maybe...
Quickening his pace, he braces himself and pushes his way into the room only to see Anna looking positively dreadful. Wan, pale, sickly...aged...
The bouquet of roses he had brought with him immediately slipped from his fingers and fell to the floor.*
S...S-Senorita Anna!! W-What has...What has happened here!?! What h-has happened to you!?!
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"No. He is my guest. P... Please, take a seat, mon cher Ramon."
A hand lowered to her chest, resting there for the time being. Another purple rod was set to her skin, on her neck this time. They gave off small static tastes, like pressing a battery to ones tongue.
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Worry flooded his features as he slowly took in detail what had happened...what was happening to lovely Senorita Truble. She looked...so very ill...What was going on? Why was she so...so sick?
He couldn't help but suddenly feel very small, even more so than usual, at that moment. Despite all his influence and powers, he was overwhelmed by a feeling of helplessness. What could he do? What could he do to help her?*
S-Senorita Truble, why are you unwell? Did you not get any rest? What is wrong? What can I--W-What can I do for you? Please.
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"I am... unwell. Muchly," Anna sighed softly, a human gesture if any. "I...h..have not been able to rest for a long time, mon cher. And... And my mana pool, for some strange reason, will not reg... regnerate. I am, for lack of a better phrase... dying..."
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...dying...
...A sharp, sudden gasp wracked his body, causing him to lurch in his seat.
Now he felt ill. Yes, he was sure of it. He was going to be sick. Shuddering hands slowly reached up to cover his rapidly-paling face, his yellow eyes wide and staring blankly at the floor.*
...N-No...You lie...Y-You can't be...It's not...This is not....No, it isn't possib-...
*heaves again when he is suddenly wracked with a gasping sob.*
...You're NOT dying...You can't be...
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"Please, mon cher. Do not cry. I'm doing everything in my power to regain my strength. But... I need you to be strong as well. I did not mean for you to see me like this, however. And I stand by the phrase that 'ignorance is bliss'."
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The parasites! Las Plagas! You could become one of us! It would sustain you! Forever! I was but a sickly child when I was infected, but now I am eternally well! They can do the same for you! Lord Saddler can...no, I can give you Las Plagas and you will live! You would! I swear it!
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"Calm, mon cher Ramon. Calm. I will not fall so easy. And it is merely a matter of investigation and amethyst rods before I figure ou... out how.. Figure out how to return to my normal state."
Her glance fell, poised on the emerald green velvet curtains that lay around the massive four corner post bed. Much of her brilliant orange hue had faded. Greyed. Like the corpse she truely was. She sighed again, soft breath coming from parted lips.
"Ramon? What is your relation with Joe Black?"
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Joe...Black? Senor Black? The harbinger of death in the guise of a human? That Joe Black?
...He and I are....cordial with one another. Only run into eachother once or twice before. But not exactly one I would label as my friend. There aren't many that I would. But still. He's...decent. I suppose. Polite. But...We don't agree on...something...really...
*trails off*
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She looked at him woefully, eyes begging to hear the real answer. Hands still poised onto his. Anna let her pathetic being cue him to the truth, part of her begging herself to stop; to not use this against Ramon. The other wanted the truth.
She'd been hidden from it for too long. And that made her upset. Anna was not a nice person when upset. Thus...
"Please?"
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A brief flickering of annoyance flashed through his mind. At Anna herself or the flustered state he was in, he wasn't sure. Or maybe it was more at himself as a whole. Everything about himself in this situation drove him near to madness. He wasn't....He couldn't possibly be the right one for him. Too many shortcomings. Wishful thinking on his part. Nothing more.
And yet, she had asked for the truth. Perhaps he should give it? Doing so straight out, though, made his legs feel a mite wobbly, however...*
He and I...er, have a bit of a dissagreement on who is the right man for you, dear Anna.
I...I'm sure you know what I mean...
*immediately hangs his head, his face burning with embarassment and shame*
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Her hands left those of his own to let gentle touch cup his cheeks. The woman took into a sit once again, wincing in the silent pain that throbbed in her head with each time. She raised his glance slowly. Her own head tilted so she could see his eyes. Leaning down, Anna placed a soft sort of kiss at the corner of Ramons lips, breaking it after a long moments tick.
As Anna spoke, her voice hushed and tiresome, she smiled sweetly.
"Oui, mon cher Ramon. I indeed do know..."
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...Should he kiss her back...?
But before he could even toy with the thought, the fantasies roared to life once again and he frantically tried to quell them in his mind she pulled away and whispered something. What...? Again, he felt as though he had been dumbstruck and couldn't understand simple english...
...She knew.
That's what she said.
She knew.*
I...I see. I...
*gulps and resists the temptation to lick his lips; he'd like the feeling of her own to linger there a bit longer. He drops his voice to a whisper.*
...But it is mere folly, isn't it? One cannot love...cannot..."be" with one like me...can they...?
...Least of all, one such as you. Far too...too perfect...
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She softened, slumping just so into her position. Again, she cleared her throat. Eyes played over his outline, dancing slowly over his face.
"Oui, Ramon. One can. But... not I. And if the events of this evening haven't said that I am not, in fact, perfect..."
Sighing, letting herself rest back once more against the fluffy pillow.
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*He watches silently as she slumped back into a laying position on her bed, noting the pained sigh she exhuded once she rested her head on the pillow once more.*
You're wrong. Dead wrong. You are perfect, at least to me. Someone who can actually find it in themselves to even entertain the notion of loving such a creature as me, platonically or otherwise, can be nothing but.
*Finally deciding to show that he at least harbors even just the slightest initiative, he hoists himself up onto her bed (the fantasies chuckle darkly in his mind and unfurl their tendrils to wrap them around his thoughts, but he hisses at them to shut up) and crawls over to her until he is kneeling by her side.*
You are beautiful, Senorita Truble.
*Again screwing up what little courage he could scrape together and doing so quickly before he could tell himself to think it over, he bent down and placed a kiss of his own on her quavering lips, this time actually remembering to shut his eyes. Again, the rushing sensation returned to his mind and the fantasies screeched with delight; he gave them another firm order to quiet themselves.
Slowly, reluctantly, he pulled away.*
You are beautiful in more ways than anything like me could ever hope to be.
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