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Altair
Sei
The second he'd finished his sentence, Altair had hopped to his feet and taken the glass and pitcher already in his room into his hands. At his own request, a pitcher of water had been placed in his room and was refilled daily, in case he ever felt dehydrated. This way, he wouldn't have to bother the maids for something so small. As it turned out, this made things much more conveniant for himself and the sick Sei. He hurried out of his room and over to Sei's, juggling the pitcher and glass awkwardly in his hands until one was free to knock.
"Sei?" he spoke as he knocked, raising his voice in case the other guardian was occupied with his own noisy matters. From the way Sei's handwriting had been, Altair suspected the worse and considered asking a maid for another pitcher. Or two.
Sei made a crawling attempt towards the door, and finally managed to tap it with the tip of his fingers.
Breathe. Snag! He opened it without having to move from his position, miserable on his bed. "Altair, Freya hope it's you." Whimper. His stomach was continually doing backflips, and rather than move he'd settled on just setting his own water pitcher by his bed as a recepticle; luckily, on the other side of the door. It wasn't like he was getting sick every second, no, but it felt like he ought to be.
: Opening the door, Altair took a moment to blink once at the guardian and take in the extents of his illness before immediately pouring him a glass of water. While he didn't look on the edges of death, Sei's facial expressions gave away just how unwell he felt and that was enough to set off Altair's paternal instincts.
"Drink it in slow sips," he cautioned as he held out the glass.
Sei snagged the glass, and disobeyed only for the first gulp. Then, he was down to sips. He watched Altair over the rim of the glass. This was Altair, the guy who, whenever he had a chance, would pop up with something kind and neat, some other gift or some other defense. In fact, the sheer kindness of Altair made Sei extremely uncomfortable...
and here he was, being kind again. He had to be on his guard. Sip, sip, sip.
: Altair watched Sei back, though with less suspicion and more concern in his thoughts. Of course, the man was also blissfully unaware of Sei's own worries, holding onto the pitcher he'd brought in case the teen needed a refill.
"Feel a little better? If it hurts to talk, you could just nod your head."
How bizarre. Sei'd never been... well. How could he describe this behavior? Maybe cooing was the only word he could think of; even by his mother, he'd never been cooed at while he was sick. Or coddled. Or any other word he could think of. He shook his head, taking a short breath. "It hurt a little while ago, yeah; too much was coming up with nothing going down." His stomach flipped in response to the statement.
: "Make sure to eat only easily digestable foods once you're able to, and slowly," he continued on, tapping the side of the pitchen in thought as he tried to recall what he knew, "Rice or something similar." After a moment's pause, he nodded his head and looked at Sei with a light smile.
"You should be fine in a day or so. Drink a lot of water though."
Yeah.
Definately gay.
"Yeah, okay."
: "If it gets worse, I would suggest taking herbs. But only if it gets worse, you might end up just agitating your stomach further," Altair mused aloud as he set down the pitcher, casting Sei a last worried glance as he did so, "Are you sure you're okay now? I'll leave the pitcher here for you if you need more water."
Definately one really big fucking fag.
Vaguely, Sei wondered if Altair cared if Freya knew about this. "Ah? I'll... I'll be okay. Yeah. You're a good teammate." That was so disgusting. No wonder he kept his hair so long.
Just ew.
: "It would not do well for Lady Lethe if one of her guardians was out of commission, even for a day," Altair replied in a somewhat serious tone as he straightened, then relaxed into smile, "But I would also prefer not to see you regurgitating. If you have everything you need, I'll take my leave and let you rest."
Oh, he was offering to go, without Sei having to say thank you to a fag. Good. It was a peculiar balance between love and hate that stirred through Sei's mind in that moment; Altair had brought him water. Love. Altair was obviously gay. Hate. "Ah. Yeah. Rest is good."
: "Have a good rest then, Sei," he responded with a nod of his head and another smile, carefully excusing himself from the room. While all he'd done was deliver a pitcher of water, Altair felt quite pleased about helping out Sei when he needed the help. A small moment when he felt useful, and soon Sei would be up and about again, no doubt continuing to be his ever so charming self. Contenting himself with this thought, Altair returned to his room, making note to ask for a new pitcher and glass sometime.
Sei peered about the edge of his bed, staring out the doorway at the back of Altair's head. That is what a gay man looks like.
Sei
The second he'd finished his sentence, Altair had hopped to his feet and taken the glass and pitcher already in his room into his hands. At his own request, a pitcher of water had been placed in his room and was refilled daily, in case he ever felt dehydrated. This way, he wouldn't have to bother the maids for something so small. As it turned out, this made things much more conveniant for himself and the sick Sei. He hurried out of his room and over to Sei's, juggling the pitcher and glass awkwardly in his hands until one was free to knock.
"Sei?" he spoke as he knocked, raising his voice in case the other guardian was occupied with his own noisy matters. From the way Sei's handwriting had been, Altair suspected the worse and considered asking a maid for another pitcher. Or two.
Sei made a crawling attempt towards the door, and finally managed to tap it with the tip of his fingers.
Breathe. Snag! He opened it without having to move from his position, miserable on his bed. "Altair, Freya hope it's you." Whimper. His stomach was continually doing backflips, and rather than move he'd settled on just setting his own water pitcher by his bed as a recepticle; luckily, on the other side of the door. It wasn't like he was getting sick every second, no, but it felt like he ought to be.
: Opening the door, Altair took a moment to blink once at the guardian and take in the extents of his illness before immediately pouring him a glass of water. While he didn't look on the edges of death, Sei's facial expressions gave away just how unwell he felt and that was enough to set off Altair's paternal instincts.
"Drink it in slow sips," he cautioned as he held out the glass.
Sei snagged the glass, and disobeyed only for the first gulp. Then, he was down to sips. He watched Altair over the rim of the glass. This was Altair, the guy who, whenever he had a chance, would pop up with something kind and neat, some other gift or some other defense. In fact, the sheer kindness of Altair made Sei extremely uncomfortable...
and here he was, being kind again. He had to be on his guard. Sip, sip, sip.
: Altair watched Sei back, though with less suspicion and more concern in his thoughts. Of course, the man was also blissfully unaware of Sei's own worries, holding onto the pitcher he'd brought in case the teen needed a refill.
"Feel a little better? If it hurts to talk, you could just nod your head."
How bizarre. Sei'd never been... well. How could he describe this behavior? Maybe cooing was the only word he could think of; even by his mother, he'd never been cooed at while he was sick. Or coddled. Or any other word he could think of. He shook his head, taking a short breath. "It hurt a little while ago, yeah; too much was coming up with nothing going down." His stomach flipped in response to the statement.
: "Make sure to eat only easily digestable foods once you're able to, and slowly," he continued on, tapping the side of the pitchen in thought as he tried to recall what he knew, "Rice or something similar." After a moment's pause, he nodded his head and looked at Sei with a light smile.
"You should be fine in a day or so. Drink a lot of water though."
Yeah.
Definately gay.
"Yeah, okay."
: "If it gets worse, I would suggest taking herbs. But only if it gets worse, you might end up just agitating your stomach further," Altair mused aloud as he set down the pitcher, casting Sei a last worried glance as he did so, "Are you sure you're okay now? I'll leave the pitcher here for you if you need more water."
Definately one really big fucking fag.
Vaguely, Sei wondered if Altair cared if Freya knew about this. "Ah? I'll... I'll be okay. Yeah. You're a good teammate." That was so disgusting. No wonder he kept his hair so long.
Just ew.
: "It would not do well for Lady Lethe if one of her guardians was out of commission, even for a day," Altair replied in a somewhat serious tone as he straightened, then relaxed into smile, "But I would also prefer not to see you regurgitating. If you have everything you need, I'll take my leave and let you rest."
Oh, he was offering to go, without Sei having to say thank you to a fag. Good. It was a peculiar balance between love and hate that stirred through Sei's mind in that moment; Altair had brought him water. Love. Altair was obviously gay. Hate. "Ah. Yeah. Rest is good."
: "Have a good rest then, Sei," he responded with a nod of his head and another smile, carefully excusing himself from the room. While all he'd done was deliver a pitcher of water, Altair felt quite pleased about helping out Sei when he needed the help. A small moment when he felt useful, and soon Sei would be up and about again, no doubt continuing to be his ever so charming self. Contenting himself with this thought, Altair returned to his room, making note to ask for a new pitcher and glass sometime.
Sei peered about the edge of his bed, staring out the doorway at the back of Altair's head. That is what a gay man looks like.