Open RP: Mel in the Great Hall

[totallyluminous]

Mel stumbles into the Great Hall from the outside doors, carrying a sword made of pure light.

She doesn't look very well, owing mainly to a wound on her shoulder and lesser to a few scratches on her neck, made from a Hell agent's weapon. Her clothes look sun-faded after only a few days away, and Mel herself looks plain illShe shuts the door by

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[angelicbadboy]

Mel. Mel is back.

Brice winced at her injuries and the weary look on her face, and hurried up to her, looking concerned.

Should have gone with her. Screw that Orlando. I could have done something to stop this. He carefully avoided thinking about the fact that Orlando was an angelic genius, and if he had not been able to keep Mel safe from harm, then it was little chance Brice could have. And Mel was capable of taking care of herself, Brice knew that too. Still, some tiny boyfriend part of his brain, the one convinced that 'guys should look after their girlfriends and keep them safe,' had kicked in at the sight of Mel. He couldn't help it.

There were many things he could say now, some were sarcastic, others were lovey-dovey, and he was not sure which one he should settle for so he decided on something in-between.

"Jesus, angel girl, what happened?" There was softness in his voice and a frown on his face, and he crouched down beside her, gently tucking back her hair.

[totallyluminous]

'Ancient Greece,' she says, equally as softly--though more through lack of another tone to use--'Is what happened.'

Stop being a bitch, she thinks to herself.

'It. Yeah. We won the war, but lost the battle? I don't know.'

Mel turns her head towards Brice, looking less tired now and more upset. 'I had to look after twins. One...Brice, one killed herself afterwards. She'd been poisoned with PODS vibes, and--we kept the other safe. She was going to murder her twin. She realised--later on. I know there was nothing I could have done...'

Biting her lip, 'But yeah. I still feel like a very useless angel.'

[angelicbadboy]

Brice said nothing at first. He was thoughtful, perhaps remembering moments in his career as a dark agent, when those kinds of things had happened often. He had spread vibes like that. He had CAUSED suicides, or at least helped them along. Now the thought of that made him a bit sick, but then, he had done anything, whatever it took, to see Dom, and he had turned off everything else. Perhaps he wasn't the right person to make Mel feel better. He wished Lola was there. Lola was much better at the comfort thing.

"You're not a useless angel, darling," he said anyway, putting every amount of certainty he had into his words. "You know sometimes things like that happen. I'm sorry it had to happen to you."

In war, there are casualties. There always will be.

Brice sat down beside her near the wall, looking at her shoulder. "I can try and heal it, if you want," he said, nodding at the wound, trying not to show too clearly how much it pained him to see her hurt. It almost worked.

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Mel looks at him with heavy-lidded eyes. 'I do want, please. I'll get better faster if you do. I mean, I'll get better fast anyway. Don't worry.'

Sometimes things like that happen, Mel thinks, and squeezes her eyes shut tight. 'Yes, but I can't help thinking if I could have--I was ten feet away from her, and that stupid, stupid Hell agent stepped in front, and we had to fight--that's how I got the wound, and why I can't heal it--I'm not that tired.'

This is what is known as lying. You can tell because it's harder to look totally innocent and lie as an angel.

Mel grips the sword hilt again, being careful not to touch the blade--a light overdose would make her dizzy, which she does not want at all.

[angelicbadboy]

It was rather weird, the way Mel called a Hell agent 'stupid.' Brice would... well, not have used that word, certainly. He'd say something a bit more forceful. But he understood what she meant.

He gave her a slight smile. "Sorry Mel, boyfriend prerogative. I'll worry if I want to."

Brice raised a hand, placing it gingerly at her shoulder and sending streams of healing energy into her body. When he was done he added a little loving, pink vibe for good measure, and withdrew his hand. He knew she was lying. Of course he did. Not just because it was pretty damn obvious on her face that she was, but also because her light levels were low. She was exhausted.

He didn't say: 'Some people just aren't supposed to survive.' He couldn't bring himself to. It was such a damn cliché, right up there with 'There is a plan for everyone,' and 'You win some, you lose some.' It wouldn't help her feel better.

"You need some rest," he said instead. "Want me to help you to your room?"

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Mel hisses as the energy sinks in. It's the fizziness that's weird--she's been feeling drained for days.

'S'a bit better,' she manages. 'I'll have a look later.'

Stubborn as ever, Mel shakes her head. 'Just help me up,' she mutters. 'I'm not so weak I need to go up to my room.'

It's not a lie, exactly. 'I just need a bit of energy--the healing stuff helps. I can stand. I can walk. I just need to get my bearings,' she says sharply.

If he'd said a variation of trees and diamonds, Mel would have possibly tried to hit him. She's not in the best of moods.

'Sorry,' she adds softly. 'I didn't mean to snap. But I'm honestly...I don't feel tired, not too tired--I'd never be able to get to sleep.'

Behind the angel-talk is the very teenage freakout of Omigosh, boy near or even in my bedroom.

[angelicbadboy]

Brice nodded. "Okay then, angel girl. If you say so." He helpfully pulled her to her feet.

He tried to think of something that'd help her take her mind off it. What would Lola do? Eh, screw it, he wouldn't have been able to do it even if he had known. Some things were reserved especially for soulmates.

"Better find something to amuse you, until you do feel tired," he said, totally unaware of how suggestive that might sound. "You up for some food or something?"

Or, you know, talk about the fact that we're apparently in love and just how scary that is.

[totallyluminous]

'Just talk,' she says, finding in it to smile at his inneundo-filled comment even if she doesn't blush.

'We can just talk. But--please. Not about the mission. I don't know. Indulge me,' she says, leaning on the wall, head tipped towards him.

[angelicbadboy]

"Okay. I can tell you about what's been going on here while you were gone." And then he proceeded to Make Shit Up. "Well, the first thing that happened was that each and every bloke in the school streaked the Great Hall. They had heard you were away and thought this would be an excellent time to mentally scar the rest of us." He gave her a teasing grin. "It was fairly traumatising."

Anything to make her smile again.

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Mel cracks a grin. 'Even you?' she asks, in a hurt voice. 'Does this mean that nobody has virgin eyes anymore? God, the humility.'

'...hang on, do I want to know why it was traumatising for you? Just you?'

She holds out her hand, to show she's only joking.

[angelicbadboy]

Excellent, a grin! It felt like he had won a prize. Brice continued grinning back.

"Everyone BUT me," he clarified. "I prefer keeping my trousers on, Beeby." It gets very cold in stone castles. He didn't say that, because he knew it'd make her blush something terrible. "Weeell, I'm not like you. Blokes waving their bits in front of me tends to spoil my appetite." He had no qualms about saying THAT, though, heh.

He took her hand after a moment's hesitation, twining his fingers with hers. He wanted to say something, something nice and boyfriend-y, but he was not good with the romance stuff. So he thought it to her instead, because it was easier.

I missed you, you know.

[totallyluminous]

'Glad you were saving yourself,' she remarks; if she's already blushing, add another reason to be? 'In some places, that's a dance.'

Mel's own mind-voice is weaker than normal, but she doesn't waver.

Did you? I didn't want you to worry, or anything...

[angelicbadboy]

Brice smirked. "I only remove my trousers when there's a very good reason to." Sigh. The boy never learns...

Then his face turned soft. "You can worry me any time," he said, abandoning telepathy, and squeezed her hand.

[totallyluminous]

Mel chokes, and blushes, and winces as the choking hurts her neck.

'Ow--I don't want to worry you, though,' Mel says, almost passionate. 'And--I'd ask a good reason, but you'd only make me blush again.'

She raises the hand he is not holding and brushes his hair back. 'Don't worry about me again. Please.'

[angelicbadboy]

Heh heh heh... Okay, stopping now.

"Yes, I probably would," he said and gave her head an affectionate little pat, careful not to hurt her. "I can't help myself, really. Blushing makes you look so cute."

Oops. Hadn't really planned to say that. Just slipped out. His turn to go a little pink. Just a little.

Brice closed his eyes briefly at her touch. "Maybe I want to worry about you, Mel," he said softly.

[totallyluminous]

Mel looks down, smiling. 'I want to look hot, not cute, babe.'

She looks slightly confused. 'Why on earth would you want to worry? It's a horrible thing to feel.'