Post by gear on Aug 31, 2011 6:43:23 GMT 10
Title: Dehydration
Rating: PG
Word Count: 933
Card: Summer
Bingo: Holiday + Lemonade + Heat + Shade + Riding
Summary: Keth gets dehydrated.
Warnings: Mentions of a murderess?
A/N: I took the nickname ‘the ripper’ from the legendary English criminal called Jack the Ripper. Also my first attempt at slash (even if it is pretty minor) so constructive criticism is welcome.
“You look thrilled to be here,” I said quietly to Keth.
He snorted in a decidedly ungentlemanly manner before replying, “There are some things that I miss about Namorn, but the parties and balls are definitely not among them. And even at home we never had parties where we reveled while the sun tried its best to fry us.”
I snagged a cup of the mildly alcoholic lemonade that had recently become the height of fashion in the First Class from a passing server. The party was to celebrate both the summer solstice and the capture of the serial killer who had been nicknamed ‘The Ripper’ for her habit of leaving her victims brutally mutilated. Keth and I had been invited as ‘guests of honor’ for our parts in the murderesses arrest. Even though our accomplishment was only a minor part of the celebration, it would be seen as the greatest offense for us to leave early. But that did not mean that we could not move away from the more boisterous parts. I grabbed Keth’s wrist and pulled him gently into the shade of a large olive tree, out of the pitiless sunlight. Normally his magic would have compensated for the heat, but capturing the Ripper had drained him almost completely, and he was beginning to show the effects.
He mumbled a thank you, and leaned against the tree trunk. I frowned at him and recalled his mention of frying in the sun. I quickly recalculated the offense it would cause if we were to leave. We had already ridden in the parade and mingled with the most important people, and the rest were too drunk to notice our absence. With a bit of luck we could leave and no one would know. I realized as I glanced back at my former student who was now slumped halfway down the tree, that it was becoming increasingly important that Keth lie down before he fell down. Studying him more closely, I decided that it would be best to go to a healer, just to be certain. Keth had a history of pushing himself past his limits and trying to conceal it.
I crouched down in front of him and shook him gently. “We can go now.”
He stood up, a bit more clumsily than he would have normally, and we proceeded toward Yand Street.
Efi was a friend of mine, and she talked to me while she looked Keth over. “He’s dehydrated and he recently drained of his magic. It is not too serious, though if you had not brought him to me now, it could have been. He needs bed rest for at least three days, preferably five. Make sure he drinks lots of water, and takes three drops of this,” she reached for a vial full of a murky blue liquid, “three times a day. It will start to rebuild his stores of magic. He should also drink a spoon of this,” here she handed me a flask of crimson syrup, “mixed in a cup of water once a day. You have your week off, yes?" not waiting for my answer, she continued, "Good, you can keep an eye on him.”
“I’ll have to stay with him?” I asked, a hint of annoyance coloring my voice. It had not been in my plans for the week to babysit a sick glass mage.
Efi glared at me, picking up on my irritation. “Yes Dema, you do. If he gets worse make sure you get me. He might be a bit delirious for the first day, but if he still is by the third, he’ll need a healer. Do you remember everything I said?”
I nodded, knowing when I was defeated.
He lay down – more like collapsed – on my bed gratefully. I looked at him with concern. Efi had said that he would be fine, but he looked so vulnerable and weak. I shook my head to clear it and went to the small kitchen for water.
I was walking back when I heard Keth’s voice, “Dema?”
I began to move faster, thinking that something might have happened (what, I have no idea) and found Keth, half propped up on his elbows. I pushed him back, and made him drink before he spoke again – Efi had impressed the importance that he have as much water as possible.
When I was finished, I found Keth looking at me reproachfully. “I was trying to tell you something. You interrupted me. It’s not nice. I was going to ask if you liked me.”
Wonderful. The man was getting delirious. I had hoped that Efi was wrong, and he would remain lucid, but I should have known not to doubt her. I sighed and played along, “Of course I like you Keth.”
“That’s good, ‘cause, I was worried that you didn’t an’ if you didn’ like me, then you’d mind a lot more when I did this.” With this scarce warning, he reached up, and grabbed the neck of my kyten and pulled me down into a messy, chaste kiss. I broke away quickly, and grabbed the empty glass from the floor and fled to the kitchen. Keth was not in his right mind; to do anything else would be wrong.
Still, for the rest of the day I was haunted by the ghostly press of lips against my own.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 933
Card: Summer
Bingo: Holiday + Lemonade + Heat + Shade + Riding
Summary: Keth gets dehydrated.
Warnings: Mentions of a murderess?
A/N: I took the nickname ‘the ripper’ from the legendary English criminal called Jack the Ripper. Also my first attempt at slash (even if it is pretty minor) so constructive criticism is welcome.
“You look thrilled to be here,” I said quietly to Keth.
He snorted in a decidedly ungentlemanly manner before replying, “There are some things that I miss about Namorn, but the parties and balls are definitely not among them. And even at home we never had parties where we reveled while the sun tried its best to fry us.”
I snagged a cup of the mildly alcoholic lemonade that had recently become the height of fashion in the First Class from a passing server. The party was to celebrate both the summer solstice and the capture of the serial killer who had been nicknamed ‘The Ripper’ for her habit of leaving her victims brutally mutilated. Keth and I had been invited as ‘guests of honor’ for our parts in the murderesses arrest. Even though our accomplishment was only a minor part of the celebration, it would be seen as the greatest offense for us to leave early. But that did not mean that we could not move away from the more boisterous parts. I grabbed Keth’s wrist and pulled him gently into the shade of a large olive tree, out of the pitiless sunlight. Normally his magic would have compensated for the heat, but capturing the Ripper had drained him almost completely, and he was beginning to show the effects.
He mumbled a thank you, and leaned against the tree trunk. I frowned at him and recalled his mention of frying in the sun. I quickly recalculated the offense it would cause if we were to leave. We had already ridden in the parade and mingled with the most important people, and the rest were too drunk to notice our absence. With a bit of luck we could leave and no one would know. I realized as I glanced back at my former student who was now slumped halfway down the tree, that it was becoming increasingly important that Keth lie down before he fell down. Studying him more closely, I decided that it would be best to go to a healer, just to be certain. Keth had a history of pushing himself past his limits and trying to conceal it.
I crouched down in front of him and shook him gently. “We can go now.”
He stood up, a bit more clumsily than he would have normally, and we proceeded toward Yand Street.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Efi was a friend of mine, and she talked to me while she looked Keth over. “He’s dehydrated and he recently drained of his magic. It is not too serious, though if you had not brought him to me now, it could have been. He needs bed rest for at least three days, preferably five. Make sure he drinks lots of water, and takes three drops of this,” she reached for a vial full of a murky blue liquid, “three times a day. It will start to rebuild his stores of magic. He should also drink a spoon of this,” here she handed me a flask of crimson syrup, “mixed in a cup of water once a day. You have your week off, yes?" not waiting for my answer, she continued, "Good, you can keep an eye on him.”
“I’ll have to stay with him?” I asked, a hint of annoyance coloring my voice. It had not been in my plans for the week to babysit a sick glass mage.
Efi glared at me, picking up on my irritation. “Yes Dema, you do. If he gets worse make sure you get me. He might be a bit delirious for the first day, but if he still is by the third, he’ll need a healer. Do you remember everything I said?”
I nodded, knowing when I was defeated.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
He lay down – more like collapsed – on my bed gratefully. I looked at him with concern. Efi had said that he would be fine, but he looked so vulnerable and weak. I shook my head to clear it and went to the small kitchen for water.
I was walking back when I heard Keth’s voice, “Dema?”
I began to move faster, thinking that something might have happened (what, I have no idea) and found Keth, half propped up on his elbows. I pushed him back, and made him drink before he spoke again – Efi had impressed the importance that he have as much water as possible.
When I was finished, I found Keth looking at me reproachfully. “I was trying to tell you something. You interrupted me. It’s not nice. I was going to ask if you liked me.”
Wonderful. The man was getting delirious. I had hoped that Efi was wrong, and he would remain lucid, but I should have known not to doubt her. I sighed and played along, “Of course I like you Keth.”
“That’s good, ‘cause, I was worried that you didn’t an’ if you didn’ like me, then you’d mind a lot more when I did this.” With this scarce warning, he reached up, and grabbed the neck of my kyten and pulled me down into a messy, chaste kiss. I broke away quickly, and grabbed the empty glass from the floor and fled to the kitchen. Keth was not in his right mind; to do anything else would be wrong.
Still, for the rest of the day I was haunted by the ghostly press of lips against my own.