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The Healing Begins

Jul 07, 2009 22:39

Names: Seifer Almasy tipofagunblade , Larxene toywiththeworld
Location: Infirmary
Week: 36
Time: Near the end of the week, mid-morning
Rating: PG-13 for language

( Seifer sought equilibrium, not playtime... )

❧seifer almasy, ❧larxene smith

Comments 4

toywiththeworld July 8 2009, 04:09:29 UTC

Larxene was highly amused.

It had only been a matter of time before they shipped her off, really. To be honest, she was surprised they'd lasted until partway through her seventh year but then, people always wanted to believe the best in others. That was a core truth that Larxene had been able to use to her advantage many a time.

The best part was that they weren't even sending her away because they thought she had head issues. That hadn't even entered into the equation. It was because they wanted to help her, her and her magical anomaly. It was just too precious.

The curtains were open, the better to taunt the other patients, and as such she saw Seifer approach from the moment he entered the Hospital Wing.

A smirk decorated her lips. Oh, too easy.

tipofagunblade July 8 2009, 04:25:24 UTC

Seifer, finally smart enough to turn in the right direction to see a restrained Larxene smirking on her hospital bed. The Slytherin Prefect took a deep breath and stepped forward to Larxene's bedside to see the slim girl resting against the mattress.

His emotions stirred heavily, ranging from emotional vulnerability to complete frustration and anger to witty sarcasm. Before exploding within in his own mind just trying to find the perfect thing to say to his one-time lover and his full-time antagonist, he looked her directly in her eyes. Her electric blue eyes were only slightly shaded by her longer bangs, but he still found enough evil within her pupils to know exactly what to say.

He calmly approached her closer, showing his face to her only inches away from her smirking lips. "Hi."

toywiththeworld July 8 2009, 04:50:58 UTC

Larxene raised a hand and waved, despite the residual pain. Her fingers had been burned in her own magical explosion, and while Akabane had healed the damage, he hadn't taken away the pain. Because that was the type of bastard he was.

The smirk widened as he leaned in close, teeth pressing against her lower lip slightly in an expression somehow simultaneously coy and agressive. Larxene was skilled like that.

"Hi~"

tipofagunblade July 8 2009, 05:06:22 UTC

Seifer, fearing exactly how much physical energy Larxene still had in her body, withdrew from the proximity to her face and instead stood straight so Larxene could see his expression while he could survey her entire body. "No sneak attacks? No incredible fits of rage to break parts of my body? I have to say, I'm getting used to this greeting. That is, I would get used to it if I didn't hate you so much right now."

He grabbed a chair from across the room, and dragged its sharp legs across the floor. It emitted a painful sound from its transport up until the point where it was placed near the foot of Larxene's bed. He then closed up the curtains that separated Larxene's space from the rest of the infirmary. "There...now no one will have to see you. The way it really should be." He sat in the chair and rested against the back of it, his hands tucked behind his head and his elbows pointing freely in other directions. "Do you know why I'm here?"