Control yourself, take only what you need from it... [CLOSED]

[letmesendyou]

WHO: Seymour {unsent_maester}, Lulu {blackmagiccynic}, Yuna {letmesendyou}
WHAT: Treating the fallen black mage
WHERE: City Park, the Residential District
WHEN: Day 226

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[blackmagiccynic]

The attack happened all too quickly, and Lulu realized at the very last moment that Fire was probably not the best choice of spells to use. The attack hit its intended target, however, and the large, twisting vine burst into a brilliant flash of bright flame.

But Lulu had forgotten the poison-tinged barbs, and that would prove to be a grave error. The venom moved through her bloodstream in mere moments, and a curious numbness overtook her before she collasped. Her sight went next: the world fading into coruscating flickers of red and blue. And poor Yuna, her voice sounded so far away...

Your anti-hero Hero.

[unsent_maester]

Could this be more perfect? Seymour mused on the thought that things could not have turned out better, even if he had planned this. Which he had not. He had simply listened curiously as the Forest Church worriedly whispered to each other.
Anger. Anger. Anger. Danger, grave danger...

An attack on the town, the plants had said, an attack to harm the city-dwellers. Seymour had laughed in delight, unable to believe such luck. He would not have to create a scene where he could show off how he was such a good citizen; someone else had set the scene for him.

So he had waited patiently, cognition centered on the one goal: play the hero.

Harder than he had planned, really, as he strode purposefully through the town. Clothing was simple and dirtied, the attire he usually wore when tending to his temple. The attacking plants shrieked at him with frenzied voices, and he had to admit it was taxing trying to calm them with a voice not as strong as he would have liked

[letmesendyou]

"She's fading," Yuna cried, shifting the woman she regarded as a sister- precious and irreplaceable, into Seymour's stronger grip while she continued to attempt healing charms, "She's fading, please..."

Never in a hundred years would Yuna expect to have been begging Maester Seymour for the life of her friend, to find herself leaning heavily against his side as if the world would crumble without his strong, pillar-like presence at her side.

One of her hands cradled Lulu's, rubbing the back of her hand with her thumb, watching its fast-fading color.

[unsent_maester]

Almost too good to be true. Seymour smiled inwardly, knowing Yuna would willingly place a life-debt on herself once he saved Lulu. She too would feel as though she owed the Maester her life.

"I do not know what I am capable of here, but know this..." Tenderly he placed his hand over hers, squeezing it softly. "I will do everything possible to help her." Leaning forward, he kissed her brow like a doting father would

[blackmagiccynic]

With mammoth effort, Lulu managed to open her eyes, fever-bright and glazed. The Maester was carrying her, and she did not have the strength to resist it, nor was she so foolish to do so. She knew Yuna must have called for him...and her condition was too severe to protest. She would have never expected such an unlikely savior, and her thoughts were too muddled to make sense of it.

But some small part of her was...grateful. Her folly in combat was her own fault, but to leave Yuna unprotected because of it was out of the question. At least someone was there.

She weakly grasped at Seymour's clothing to keep herself steady and closed her eyes again, flitting in and out of consciousness as they made their way to the Maester's sanctuary.