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[loopdeelou]

:Week Name/Date/Time: 'Sometimes You Just Can't Win'/ Saturday, September 23, 2006/ 1:15 PM
Location: The Infirmary
Open to: Brinley, Illiad, and a very disturbed Madame Pomfrey
Currently Involving:  Lou-boo!

RUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUN!

That was the noise Louvika Hawkin's brain made. It sounded, actually, a bit trainish. Intresting thought to ponder later, but

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[homely_illiad]

Wondering if Brinley had been studying legilimency while he was resting, Illiad followed him into the sitting position, combing out his mussed hair with one hand and reaching for Brinley's cloak. It was his now. Brinley wouldn't be getting it back any time soon. Well. Unless it lost its Brinley smell. Then Illiad would have to refresh it by either replacing it with a new one or spraying it down with Brinley's cologne. Whatever he had to do to keep himself warm on nights when Brinley chose not to come to his bed.

Passing it off as if he had simply thought the cloak was his own, he folded it over his arms and stood up, fetching Brinley his other boot. Maybe some day he'd actually slip it on the boy's foot for him, but for now, he felt that if he so much as tried, Brinley would snap at him for doing such easy things for him. He also felt that if dared to lean down, he might fall over again. He was still feeling rather woozey, but he could walk okay. And the light-headedness would pass with time. He'd just have to be sure he left the dormitories and Brinley's arms sometime tonight to fetch something to eat.

Maybe they did have the same illness Louvika called 'the Mind-Thing' (she'd rambled on about it endlessly during the summers. Illiad had always figured she was just making it up to prove she had closer friends than he did-- which she did). That would be strange. Illiad hoped to God they never accidently got stuck on the same frequency as those two rambling fools. He honestly didn't want to know what thoughts the pair passed between them.

There was no sense in checking out with Pomfrey. She'd likely want him to stay longer, but neither Illiad nor Brinley was any intrested.

[brinley_watson]

Yes. Had he tried to put his boot on for him, he'd likely have kicked him in the jaw on the spot. Brinley wasn't daft. He knew how to put his damn shoes on.

Though it would be an incredibly touching move that would just secure Illiad's obedience in his mind...

...hm.

Anyway, that was neither here nor there. Once they were both ready, Brinley slipped an arm around Illiad's back to help him walk as really, he'd need all of his strength. He owed Brinley. He'd need every ounce of energy for once they got back into their room.

Those new washed feelings were needing attention, after all.

So, with an arm supporting his lover, Brinley lead him off, pausing only go flip off the poor Infirmity mistress on the way out.

[homely_illiad]

((OOC: END THREAD))