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swiftargyros in atthemansion

The Poultice Pact

Oct 29, 2011 20:39

Characters: Amara, Pietro
Date&Time: September ___
Setting: The Mansion
Summary: Physician, heal thyself
Rating: PG-13
Status: Open to Amara and her pagan healing.

( and reach out for her healing hands/her healing hands reach out )

amara aquilla, pietro maximoff

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eagleonfire October 30 2011, 07:14:38 UTC

Erik had come to find her earlier, letting her know to that her services would be required when one of the newest additions to their little home came to see her. He hadn't given her a detail of the extent of his injuries, only that the boy would require her particular brand of healing.

It had been refreshing, really, the idea that someone else would seek out the kind of medicine that she believed in, that she'd been raised with. So, the knock at her door was no surprise (and she was at her door, some of her things, mostly anything not clothing or things for the shower room still in the room next door to the one she considered theirs), her bare feet hitting the ground silently as she slipped off her bed to go open the door ( ... )

swiftargyros October 30 2011, 07:45:19 UTC

Of course he was expected. Had he really thought Erik would send him off to roam an unfamiliar museum in search of a woman who had no idea who he was or what he wanted? That would have been a lovely little scenario, inadvertently sneaking up on a complete stranger when he looked like he'd come off a late shift at the diner on the corner of Hell and Purgatory (even if, again, he was barely injured at all beyond the cosmetic.) It would have ended in another wallop to the face, most likely, and then he'd never hear the end of it from Wanda ( ... )

eagleonfire October 30 2011, 08:01:02 UTC

His smile was soft and welcome, soft as it could be given how much his face had to be hurting him, and she appreciated the effort. He spoke like Piotr, she noticed right away, the accent a little different, but the cadence spoke of a language that ordered things differently. She waved her hand a little bit through the air, an indication that she didn't mind meeting him like this. "Meetings happen as they are supposed to. This is how it was meant to be," she replied with a shrug, kneeling down next to the chair, eyes tilted over to her altar with a smile.

"Oh, yes. Venus, who has blessed me with so much," she answered, closing her eyes ever so briefly in prayer to her. She turned back to Pietro, inching up towards him, but still keeping back so as not to invade space he hadn't welcomed her into. "Do you mind if I press a bit to assess the damage," she asked, one hand lifting so he could see, the other resting on the still closed chest.

swiftargyros October 30 2011, 08:13:42 UTC

Pietro waved a dismissive hand at his face and shrugged. "Please, it is yours. It looks much worse than it is, I told this to Wanda - uh, that is my friend - and Erik already but they are both...admirably persistent," he grinned again, shyly scratching at his scalp that hadn't stopped itching since they'd died his hair. "Me? I am for peace. And so, we are here."

He leaned a bit in the chair, pressing his shoulders against the wood back and tipping his face up to better catch the light. "Venera," Pietro said, eyes glancing over at the altar again. "That is what we call her. There is a...festival? I don't know much about it, only the women celebrate. We have a lot of the similar things, I think. Your medicine, too."

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