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gondolindrim2013-03-21 10:09 pm
princetheoden) wrote in gondolindrim2013-03-21 10:09 pm
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Late-night visits from potential serial killers
Sleeping's hard when you're wired and your arm hurts, no matter what mysterious substance Eowyn feeds you. And I don't want to pester her, so...
Theoden: *bored in bed for his overnight stay at the House of Healing*
Fëanor: *has gone home to clean himself off*
Theoden: *wonders if there's any books for him to read and gets out of bed to look around*
Fëanor: *once clean, debates about bed, but decides to go see Theo instead*
Theoden: *in the front room of the House of Healing, trying to read only using one arm to hold the book*
Fëanor: *finds him there* Hello.
Theoden: *smiles up* hey. I was hoping you'd come by, but I was expecting you in the morning
Fëanor: I thought I'd check on you.
Theoden: *tugs the shirt down over his shoulder to show Feanor his stitches*
Fëanor: *grins* Impressive.
Theoden: I feel very tough, but it does sting. *sets aside the book*
Theoden: how are you feeling? After all that?
Fëanor: *considers* Refreshed.
Theoden: really?
Fëanor: It was nice to work out a little aggression... *realizes he sounds creepy; changes to concerned* But how are you?
Theoden: I'm fine... you've wanted to do that?
Fëanor: No, no, I didn't WANT to....
Theoden: okay. *relaxes* And I'm okay. Eowyn just wanted me to stay here for observing
Fëanor: You seem okay.
Theoden: No dead Theo for anyone
Theoden: I'm so bored in here, though.
Fëanor: Surely you can come home tomorrow
Theoden: Oh yes. But I'm young and impatient
Fëanor: *grins*
Theoden: *reaches up with his good arm to tug Feanor down to kiss lightly*
Fëanor: Oh, yes, very young and impatient.
Theoden: yeah. You saved me
Fëanor: Oh, well... *likes this killing for good thing*
Theoden: I'll have to reward you
Fëanor: Well, if you insist. *grins*
Theoden: what sort of things does a triumphant hero like?
Fëanor: Right about now?
Theoden: mhm
Fëanor: I'm starving. A big meal. *grins*
Theoden: There should be a place to get food here
Fëanor: *laughs* Really?
Theoden: yes. Tell a healer you'll take responsibility for me and let's walk out to get food. I'm too excited from the sewers to really sleep properly right now
Fëanor: I don't think they'll trust me.
Theoden: *pout* then get something and bring it back?
Fëanor: I can do that.
Theoden: My room's the fifth one on the left. There's a table inside, I'll wait for you. *pecks his cheek and goes*
Fëanor: *obediently goes off to find food*
Theoden: *makes his bed*
Fëanor: *comes back in a while with hamburgers and french fries. Lots of them*
Theoden: huh, what are these? *pokes at them*
Theoden: *takes one to bite* mmm. Potatoes. I like
Fëanor: It was the first place I saw and it smelled good. *unwraps a burger and devours it*
Theoden: *sticks to the french fries* took a lot out of you?
Fëanor: It was a lot of work.
Theoden: I can't say it's something I'm really experienced with. Except for my sister's accident, tonight was my first seeing people killed night and I didn't really participate much
Fëanor: *frowns* It's not pleasant.
Theoden: I'd like not to do it
Fëanor: You might have picked the wrong line of work. *still devouring hamburgers*
Theoden: I dunno, I think I'm supposed to arrest people, not hack them up
Theoden: *wipes a bit of ketchup off the corner of Feanor's mouth*
Fëanor: *arches an eyebrow* Well, hopefully you can stick to that.
Theoden: I plan to *primly*
Fëanor: Can you?
Theoden: we'll find out. I mean, I'm taught how to disabled.
Theoden: and I'm more likely to face violent humans than elves, so I've got a size advantage
Fëanor: Well. Good luck with that.
Theoden: thank you. *finished up with his food and moves to sit on the arm of Feanor's chair and kiss him properly*
Fëanor: *grins* I think you're better.
Theoden: food and a boyfriend usually help.
Fëanor: Glad to be of assistance.
Theoden: *kisses again* I have to spend at night at your place soon
Fëanor: *nods* When you get out...
Theoden: sounds good. *another kiss* I should sleep...
Fëanor: Oh, I suppose. *petting his hair*
Theoden: *nuzzles* rest and recovery after my horrible injury
Fëanor: I hope you survive! *grins*
Theoden: I may die in the night. Please, seek out another redhead if I pass away
Fëanor: *laughs* I'll do my best.
Theoden: *climbs into bed and yawns, tired now*
Fëanor: *kisses* Good night.
Theoden: goodnight, Feanor
Fëanor: *heads out*
Theoden: *bored in bed for his overnight stay at the House of Healing*
Fëanor: *has gone home to clean himself off*
Theoden: *wonders if there's any books for him to read and gets out of bed to look around*
Fëanor: *once clean, debates about bed, but decides to go see Theo instead*
Theoden: *in the front room of the House of Healing, trying to read only using one arm to hold the book*
Fëanor: *finds him there* Hello.
Theoden: *smiles up* hey. I was hoping you'd come by, but I was expecting you in the morning
Fëanor: I thought I'd check on you.
Theoden: *tugs the shirt down over his shoulder to show Feanor his stitches*
Fëanor: *grins* Impressive.
Theoden: I feel very tough, but it does sting. *sets aside the book*
Theoden: how are you feeling? After all that?
Fëanor: *considers* Refreshed.
Theoden: really?
Fëanor: It was nice to work out a little aggression... *realizes he sounds creepy; changes to concerned* But how are you?
Theoden: I'm fine... you've wanted to do that?
Fëanor: No, no, I didn't WANT to....
Theoden: okay. *relaxes* And I'm okay. Eowyn just wanted me to stay here for observing
Fëanor: You seem okay.
Theoden: No dead Theo for anyone
Theoden: I'm so bored in here, though.
Fëanor: Surely you can come home tomorrow
Theoden: Oh yes. But I'm young and impatient
Fëanor: *grins*
Theoden: *reaches up with his good arm to tug Feanor down to kiss lightly*
Fëanor: Oh, yes, very young and impatient.
Theoden: yeah. You saved me
Fëanor: Oh, well... *likes this killing for good thing*
Theoden: I'll have to reward you
Fëanor: Well, if you insist. *grins*
Theoden: what sort of things does a triumphant hero like?
Fëanor: Right about now?
Theoden: mhm
Fëanor: I'm starving. A big meal. *grins*
Theoden: There should be a place to get food here
Fëanor: *laughs* Really?
Theoden: yes. Tell a healer you'll take responsibility for me and let's walk out to get food. I'm too excited from the sewers to really sleep properly right now
Fëanor: I don't think they'll trust me.
Theoden: *pout* then get something and bring it back?
Fëanor: I can do that.
Theoden: My room's the fifth one on the left. There's a table inside, I'll wait for you. *pecks his cheek and goes*
Fëanor: *obediently goes off to find food*
Theoden: *makes his bed*
Fëanor: *comes back in a while with hamburgers and french fries. Lots of them*
Theoden: huh, what are these? *pokes at them*
Theoden: *takes one to bite* mmm. Potatoes. I like
Fëanor: It was the first place I saw and it smelled good. *unwraps a burger and devours it*
Theoden: *sticks to the french fries* took a lot out of you?
Fëanor: It was a lot of work.
Theoden: I can't say it's something I'm really experienced with. Except for my sister's accident, tonight was my first seeing people killed night and I didn't really participate much
Fëanor: *frowns* It's not pleasant.
Theoden: I'd like not to do it
Fëanor: You might have picked the wrong line of work. *still devouring hamburgers*
Theoden: I dunno, I think I'm supposed to arrest people, not hack them up
Theoden: *wipes a bit of ketchup off the corner of Feanor's mouth*
Fëanor: *arches an eyebrow* Well, hopefully you can stick to that.
Theoden: I plan to *primly*
Fëanor: Can you?
Theoden: we'll find out. I mean, I'm taught how to disabled.
Theoden: and I'm more likely to face violent humans than elves, so I've got a size advantage
Fëanor: Well. Good luck with that.
Theoden: thank you. *finished up with his food and moves to sit on the arm of Feanor's chair and kiss him properly*
Fëanor: *grins* I think you're better.
Theoden: food and a boyfriend usually help.
Fëanor: Glad to be of assistance.
Theoden: *kisses again* I have to spend at night at your place soon
Fëanor: *nods* When you get out...
Theoden: sounds good. *another kiss* I should sleep...
Fëanor: Oh, I suppose. *petting his hair*
Theoden: *nuzzles* rest and recovery after my horrible injury
Fëanor: I hope you survive! *grins*
Theoden: I may die in the night. Please, seek out another redhead if I pass away
Fëanor: *laughs* I'll do my best.
Theoden: *climbs into bed and yawns, tired now*
Fëanor: *kisses* Good night.
Theoden: goodnight, Feanor
Fëanor: *heads out*