We Are Full of Good Ideas

[skewedeyes]

Felix is currently sprawled limply in a chair in the kitchen, quite unconscious, with a bruise rising on his temple and another around his wrist. Good times with Felix Harrowgate, dysfunctional extraordinaire.

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[phedre_25]

Yay, we get to use the facepalm icon!

Phedre walks in the kitchen, and sees Felix with his bruises - she may or may not have spoken to Mildmay yet.

At any rate, she's facepalming. "I usually don't voice such things, but Messire Harrowgate, you truly do lack wisdom."

[skewedeyes]

Thoroughly unconscious, sprawled loose-limbed on the chair in a way almost reminiscent of his younger self.

[phedre_25]

She sighs, and looks at him a bit more. "Blessed Elua - what has life done to you, to make you so?"

There's compassion in her voice, still - but she doesn't touch him, nor does she try to wake him.

[skewedeyes]

Still unconscious, though he does kind of twitch, a little, with a muffled murmur.

[phedre_25]

Phedre sighs, and looks at him, sad and worried, and still hurt by his words.

[skewedeyes]

We don't blame her. Felix on the attack generally means to hurt.

Still unconscious, though. Frowning a bit.

[phedre_25]

After a while, she might perhaps leave to get Mildmay.

[skewedeyes]

He might stir a little as she leaves, but not waking.

[phedre_25]

She pauses in the doorway.

[skewedeyes]

Another murmur, this time just distinguishable as a murmured denial, 'No, Malkar-' - but only just.

[phedre_25]

She sighs, a little, and goes, then, to locate the brother.

Typists are welcome to assume that all that happened here was relayed to Mildmay, and Phedre will ask to be kept abreast, but she will not stick around for Felix's awaking.

[milly_the_fox]

Including what he said in his sleep as she was leaving the room? Either way Mildmay looks extremely concerned at what she tells him, maybe he was already feeling something a little off, something making him anxious, perhaps some kind of pale, distant and barely heard echo where the Obligation d'ame used to be. Regardless he immediately starts toward where his brother is, he cannot run but he's moving as quickly as possible.

[skewedeyes]

Felix hasn't moved, still sprawled limply in the chair in the kitchen, head to one side and hair masking his face.

[milly_the_fox]

Mildmay curses as he hurries into the kitchen and pulls a chair up next to his brother so that he can sit and brace himself before he puts a hand on Felix's arm. He doesn't shake him, though. "Felix! Wake up!"

[skewedeyes]

A slight and somewhat automatic movement away from the touch, but other than that and a slight tightening of his face, nothing. He's pretty out there.

[milly_the_fox]

His hand tightens firmly on Felix's arm, and he keeps trying, still calling his name and telling him to wake up.