[What would you do if you could do what ever you wanted?]

I want to learn. Healing. Medicine. Want to study all of it, any of it. Done differently here.

Sorry. [The voice is dry, harsh, and barely more than a whisper, and interrupted by a coughing fit that leaves blood and black specks that sizzle on his clothing and skin ( Read more... )

[At the western gate, a thin form stubbles out, catching himself on the side of the gate ( Read more... )

[He’s fed up with trying so hard to stay awake, and tired of falling to sleep and nightmares. Ioann is convinced that anything is better than that.]

[With what ought to be a very concerning determination, the disgruntled boy stalks into the kitchen, digs in a drawer for a fork, and then looks for the electrical outlet in the wall ( Read more... )

[He’s so tired ( Read more... )

Magic isn't working now, is it? Your healing, that's not going to work either? Anyone's healing?

[Marian is staring into the mirror and looking quite worried, while in the background a rather... irritated looking Ioann is being restrained on the ground by what looks like white rope ( Read more... )

Focus. Use your head.

[The muttering is frustrated, angry, as the boy sits on his bed and glares at his hand, trying to force his body to heal. Not working. Never going to work. Can’t use magic, can’t Heal. Contaminated. Deficient.]

Will. Focus

[Ioann shifts and keeps trying, clutching his arm with his other hand. Channel the energy, force ( Read more... )

I’m now a stranger, though once I was theirs,
With crippling anger, and tears that still drip sore
A fragile frame, aged with misery
And if our eyes meet, I know you’ll see

[Ioann is lying on his bed, in his room, in Holiday’s house. For what ever reason, the boy has decided not to leave. Yet. He is lying on his back, holding his bad hand to his ( Read more... )

[In the kitchen of Holiday’s house, Ioann is rummaging around in a cupboard one handed, using his shoulder to keep the door open. The boy tosses items into his bag, stopping to open one, smell it, and decide that even though he doesn’t know what it actually is, he’s gonna take it too ( Read more... )