Will I lose my dignity?
Who: Emi and Sindre
When: Friday, 11 February
Where: Sindre's apartment
What: Sindre's ill, and Emi is ruining his dignity.
Curling up tighter under the blanket, Sindre shuddered. He still couldn't shake his chill, but he didn't want to leave what warmth he currently had to fetch another. Staring out to the hall, he debated cheating, but the injunction against using magic when not a full capacity had been too ingrained in him.
Setting the bed on fire while he was in it would not help his illness.
Dropping his eyes down, he almost missed the odd-colored patch of carpet. And then wished he had missed it. He shouldn't let blood sit, but he ached and didn't want to leave his bed.
But Valdi hadn't liked seeing it earlier. Sindre hadn't been happy about the mess, but lillebror had seemed scared by it. He should clean it up before lillebror saw it. Especially since it was in Sindre's room. He should also talk to Grimm, as Valdi seemed concerned about his presence and if his brother didn't want him here then Grimm couldn't stay but he wanted Grimm here so if Sindre could get him to stop leaving blood then he would bother his brother less--
Shaking his head once, sharply, Sindre dragged himself out of his rambling thoughts and out of bed. Grimm was a problem for when he was well. The blood on the carpet was not.
Wetting a cloth with cold water, Sindre sat down on the floor after a brief detour to clear his nasal passages. And then waited a moment for his stomach to settle. Hunching over, he began scrubbing at the stains, interrupted only by coughing fits and nose clearings.
Interrupted only by those until he heard a throat being cleared. Looking up, he frowned at the appearance of Emi in his apartment. That was odd. Last he checked, he was the only one home.
"What are you doing in here?" he asked, curious.
When: Friday, 11 February
Where: Sindre's apartment
What: Sindre's ill, and Emi is ruining his dignity.
Curling up tighter under the blanket, Sindre shuddered. He still couldn't shake his chill, but he didn't want to leave what warmth he currently had to fetch another. Staring out to the hall, he debated cheating, but the injunction against using magic when not a full capacity had been too ingrained in him.
Setting the bed on fire while he was in it would not help his illness.
Dropping his eyes down, he almost missed the odd-colored patch of carpet. And then wished he had missed it. He shouldn't let blood sit, but he ached and didn't want to leave his bed.
But Valdi hadn't liked seeing it earlier. Sindre hadn't been happy about the mess, but lillebror had seemed scared by it. He should clean it up before lillebror saw it. Especially since it was in Sindre's room. He should also talk to Grimm, as Valdi seemed concerned about his presence and if his brother didn't want him here then Grimm couldn't stay but he wanted Grimm here so if Sindre could get him to stop leaving blood then he would bother his brother less--
Shaking his head once, sharply, Sindre dragged himself out of his rambling thoughts and out of bed. Grimm was a problem for when he was well. The blood on the carpet was not.
Wetting a cloth with cold water, Sindre sat down on the floor after a brief detour to clear his nasal passages. And then waited a moment for his stomach to settle. Hunching over, he began scrubbing at the stains, interrupted only by coughing fits and nose clearings.
Interrupted only by those until he heard a throat being cleared. Looking up, he frowned at the appearance of Emi in his apartment. That was odd. Last he checked, he was the only one home.
"What are you doing in here?" he asked, curious.