forum A magical rp (closed)

Started July 25, 2019 by Deleted user

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Ilya smiled, smoothing down the blankets around Nathaniel's legs. "I didn't mean right now, silly. I meant that once you've healed up, you can spar with me instead of picking fights that are too dangerous for you and getting hurt."

"I'll have to make a new sword… I dunno where my other ones are. Probably because I'm concussed. Do you have an anvil or metals?" Nathaniel looked up at Ilya curiously, flexing one of his wings a bit.

Ilya looked up at the ceiling, trying to remember what he kept at this cottage. "I don't have any right now, but I could definitely get some. You'd have to carry the anvil though, I can't touch it."

"Why not? I mean, I'm fine with carrying it, I'm just curious." Nathaniel watched Ilya, confused. "Is that a fairy thing?"

Ilya nodded. "They have iron in them, it'll burn my hands if I touch it." He scratched at his hands unconsciously like he was trying to peel something off them. "I mean, I can do it if you really don't want to, but it'll hurt me pretty bad."

"I can do it… we'd have to wait until I heal, though, since I can't carry an anvil with broken ribs and who knows what else." Nathaniel yawned a bit, running his fingers through his fluffy hair, which looked very soft. "Can I sleep now?"

Ilya hummed, crawling a bit closer and trying to make eye contact. His pupils were less dilated, but Ilya didn't want to take any chances. "You can sleep in just a second, okay? Just answer a couple questions for me?"

"Sure…" Nathaniel sighed. "What do you want?" He folded his wings again and fidgeted with his hands, trying to stay awake.

"Do you have any ringing in your ears or dizziness? Or maybe nausea?" Ilya carefully looked into Nataniel's eyes one last time before he fluffed up the pillows and started to settle into bed beside him.

"Uh… yes." Nathaniel said after thinking for a moment. "The nausea isn't bad though. Probably just unsettled from being dropped."

Ilya hummed, giving him a considering look. "Well, I guess you have to sleep at some point. Um… I'll wake you up in the middle of the night, okay? Just to make sure you're still functioning."

"Okay…" Nathaniel lay his head down and soon fell asleep, his breathing soft and relaxed. He lay on the side that was less injured, for obvious reasons.

Ilya watched him carefully for a while, reaching out to brush some hair out of his face or keep him from rolling off the edge. Eventually, he crept out of bed, wandering the house for a few hours until he figured he should check up on Nathaniel. "It's time to get up," He murmured, shaking him gently. "Please tell me you didn't die in your sleep. I don't have enough room in my garden to bury you."

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Nathaniel didn't wake up yet, since he was a deep sleeper, but he was clearly breathing. If nothing else, he was alive. He yawned and shifted a bit in his sleep, but woke with a start at the sharp jab of pain from his ribs when he'd laid on them.

Ilya winced at Nathaniel's pain, rolling him onto his back and breaking into a radiant smile when he realized he was awake. "Good! I was worried because you wouldn't wake up; do you want some more painkillers?" He pulled away a bit, realizing his hands were bloody. "And I probably need to redress your wounds."

Nathaniel started coughing and clutched his chest. "Agh…!" He gritted his teeth, the strain on his broken ribs hurting like hell. He didn't seem to hear Ilya as he trembled uncontrollably, his arms still folded over his beaten and bruised body.

Fuck, that probably wasn't good. Ilya pulled Nathaniel's arms away from his body, pinning him to the bed so he wouldn't jostle his ribs any farther. He snapped his fingers behind him, summoning a bottle of painkillers from the bathroom and pouring a few pills into his hands. "Open your mouth."

Nathaniel struggled against Ilya's grip, but eventually allowed the other to give him the pills. He swallowed them and started coughing again, blinking away pained tears. He couldn't even take a full breath without it hurting, so coughing fits were near unbearable.

"You need to breathe, okay? I know it hurts but it'll hurt worse if you pass out right now." Ilya wiped his tears with a gentle hand, rubbing the back of his neck in an attempt to calm him down. "Those will kick in in a couple of minutes, just take shallow breaths until then. You'll be okay."

Nathaniel started hyperventilating, his shaking getting worse. Even breathing shallowly hurt, and he was honestly sort of hoping he'd pass out just so he couldn't feel the pain anymore.

"Fuck. Fuck." Ilya was really out of his depth here, but he might have something that could help. He just wasn't looking forward to using it. "Okay, let's try something new. Grab my hand and hold it. Tight. I'm about to siphon off some of your pain."

Nathaniel hesitantly took Ilya's hand and gripped it tightly, not entirely sure what the fairy planned on doing. Everything hurt, and Nathaniel couldn't move.

Ilya took a deep breath, starting to dull the pain in Nathaniel's body by transferring some of the damage over to himself. He let out a long hiss as his ribs cracked softly and a cut opened up on his chin, dripping fresh blood. "Holy shit," he breathed out in a pained whisper, squeezing Nathaniel's hand. "I just healed your ribs halfway, how do you feel?"

"S-Slightly less shitty…" Nathaniel managed to choke out, his heart pounding a mile a minute. "What… What did you do?"

Ilya let out a sigh of relief, yelping when it jostled his freshly broken ribs. "Just some magic. It'll go away if we stop touching though, this isn't a permanent fix. But… I guess I stole your pain, kind of? I took some of the damage from you and gave it to myself."

"W-What?! No no no, you don't need to take my pain. You don't deserve it." . Nathaniel tried to let go of Ilya's hand to stop causing him pain.

Ilya squeezed Nataniel's hand, not letting go. "First of all, please stop pulling on my arm because I did kind of break my ribs a little and they hurt. Second of all, I want to help you. You were choking earlier. I was scared you were going to die."

"But… but you shouldn't have to be in pain because of me…" Nathaniel's grip on Ilya's hand was weak, as he wanted to take it away. "If I die, I die, right? It'd be my own fault… it's always my fault…" He whispered to himself, unable to make eye contact.

Ilya frowned, gripping his hand more tightly. "No! Your life has meaning, Nathaniel. I'm not just going to sit by and let you suffer just because you don't think I should intervene. You don't deserve to be in pain!" He turned to Nathaniel earnestly, trying to make eye contact. "Look at me?"

Nathaniel flinched at Ilya's tone and looked up at him, his eyes shining with tears. "Why does my life have meaning? I-I'm just some stupid angel who can't fly and keeps getting himself hurt. The world could easily do without me."