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tamingthemuseTitle: Demon Curse
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Apathetic
Warnings: none
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Nolyn fights a demon and barely escapes with his life. This is just a transitional chapter, so yeah…
Sylvia sat beside the bed in silence , her hands twisted together where they rested in her lap as she waited in agonized suffering. The camera attached to her blouse was heavy and hot, and she had half formed the thought of talking to the camera, to the people on the other side. If they could even see anything on this side. She needed something to distract her, so she turned her eyes to Nolyn.
The dragon had said he was sleeping now, and she wondered at his stillness. The bruises and cuts and blood were all gone from his person, vanished with only a dip in the stream that was the magic of the Earth’s lay lines. Never had she seen any wound heal as fast as those.
She licked her lips and knotted her fingers tighter together in her lap as her eyes roamed the lax body laying so still under the thick black sheet of the Death Knight’s own bed.
Her heart was still pounding from the excitement of the last few hours. First Nolyn’s daring challenging of the Jester, the greatest threat the world had even known, then their fight. Then Nolyn’s near death.
She still remembered the bright colors and magic the two of them displayed as they spun around each other in their deadly dance. She’d seen martial artists before, but the two of them fighting together was quite something else. Nolyn had said that they were about to behold something they would always remember, and she had no doubt.
She closed her eyes and replayed the beautiful colors that swirled around their bodies. The greenest green she had ever seen had surrounded the Jester and it wasn’t a pleasant green, but a sickly green that reminded her of suffering and pain, but Nolyn had been surrounded by yellow.
He had had a halo around his head and a larger one behind him, hovering, protecting him. His body had glowed like starlight and he looked like an angel, she thought.
Her eyes popped open when she felt the sting of tears. She wiped at them a moment as she realized that over the years, she had come to care for the strange man that Nolyn was.
He came to her as a criminal. A killer of old men and innocent babies. She willingly came to him to teach him English and to help him. Despite it being her own father-in-law that he had killed in cold blood, she had found the higher road and forgiven him and went about working with him to change his ways.
He wasn’t an evil man, she quickly learned. He refused to speak of his reasons, and he never denied his actions, as if he were so sure of his rightness.
He was a kind man, and gentle, she learned. He was also strong of heart and mind. He learned and adapted quickly. He was wonderful. So full of curiosity and willingness to learn. He drank in everything she had to teach and then this.
He was no longer a criminal, but a hero. The man that had destroyed the demon that had plagued the Earth for nearly a century.
He was her friend and she had felt her heart stop when the demon had wrapped a thick tentacle around his neck, choking the life from him. During the struggle for his life, he had remained calm, cool, collected. He had been so apathetic through it all, as if he didn’t care if the demon killed him, as if he didn’t care that challenging the Jester to a life or death battle could possibly end in Nolyn’s death.
He was like her own child, and he nearly died and as it was now, she was forbidden to touch him, lease the demon had indeed cursed him and her touch lead to the curse spreading to her.
She wiped the back of her hand under her nose and stood. She walked across the room and sat at the desk, pulling the camera from her shoulder and placing it on the desk, facing her.
She needed to talk to somebody, even if they couldn’t respond. She braved a smile and brushed her bangs behind one ear.
“Nolyn appears to be healing, although he has yet to wake…”
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Apathetic
Warnings: none
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Nolyn fights a demon and barely escapes with his life. This is just a transitional chapter, so yeah…
Sylvia sat beside the bed in silence , her hands twisted together where they rested in her lap as she waited in agonized suffering. The camera attached to her blouse was heavy and hot, and she had half formed the thought of talking to the camera, to the people on the other side. If they could even see anything on this side. She needed something to distract her, so she turned her eyes to Nolyn.
The dragon had said he was sleeping now, and she wondered at his stillness. The bruises and cuts and blood were all gone from his person, vanished with only a dip in the stream that was the magic of the Earth’s lay lines. Never had she seen any wound heal as fast as those.
She licked her lips and knotted her fingers tighter together in her lap as her eyes roamed the lax body laying so still under the thick black sheet of the Death Knight’s own bed.
Her heart was still pounding from the excitement of the last few hours. First Nolyn’s daring challenging of the Jester, the greatest threat the world had even known, then their fight. Then Nolyn’s near death.
She still remembered the bright colors and magic the two of them displayed as they spun around each other in their deadly dance. She’d seen martial artists before, but the two of them fighting together was quite something else. Nolyn had said that they were about to behold something they would always remember, and she had no doubt.
She closed her eyes and replayed the beautiful colors that swirled around their bodies. The greenest green she had ever seen had surrounded the Jester and it wasn’t a pleasant green, but a sickly green that reminded her of suffering and pain, but Nolyn had been surrounded by yellow.
He had had a halo around his head and a larger one behind him, hovering, protecting him. His body had glowed like starlight and he looked like an angel, she thought.
Her eyes popped open when she felt the sting of tears. She wiped at them a moment as she realized that over the years, she had come to care for the strange man that Nolyn was.
He came to her as a criminal. A killer of old men and innocent babies. She willingly came to him to teach him English and to help him. Despite it being her own father-in-law that he had killed in cold blood, she had found the higher road and forgiven him and went about working with him to change his ways.
He wasn’t an evil man, she quickly learned. He refused to speak of his reasons, and he never denied his actions, as if he were so sure of his rightness.
He was a kind man, and gentle, she learned. He was also strong of heart and mind. He learned and adapted quickly. He was wonderful. So full of curiosity and willingness to learn. He drank in everything she had to teach and then this.
He was no longer a criminal, but a hero. The man that had destroyed the demon that had plagued the Earth for nearly a century.
He was her friend and she had felt her heart stop when the demon had wrapped a thick tentacle around his neck, choking the life from him. During the struggle for his life, he had remained calm, cool, collected. He had been so apathetic through it all, as if he didn’t care if the demon killed him, as if he didn’t care that challenging the Jester to a life or death battle could possibly end in Nolyn’s death.
He was like her own child, and he nearly died and as it was now, she was forbidden to touch him, lease the demon had indeed cursed him and her touch lead to the curse spreading to her.
She wiped the back of her hand under her nose and stood. She walked across the room and sat at the desk, pulling the camera from her shoulder and placing it on the desk, facing her.
She needed to talk to somebody, even if they couldn’t respond. She braved a smile and brushed her bangs behind one ear.
“Nolyn appears to be healing, although he has yet to wake…”
