It didn’t seem as though Enzo had fared much better than his own poor self. Where were his clothes? Were the other girls still nearby, still a threat? Tiberius leaned into Enzo’s hand, eyes fluttering closed. He was so tired. This needed to be over.
But it wasn’t yet. Malachai was on the landing, making enough noise to cover an advancing army. Tiberius winced as a small, screeching thing flew through the air and out the window, then opened his eyes. Delia didn’t react at all, though her muscles strained beneath her waxen skin, fighting the command. It seemed it would hold, hopefully until they were well clear of this place. It wouldn’t feel right to murder a woman even after what she’d done to him.
“I’ll be alright.” Did Enzo not recognize the girl on the bed? That was strange, but then, he’d been very focused on the other one. Camille or whatever. Tiberius let himself be guided to his feet and spent a few slow seconds righting his clothes. After a long pause, he offered the jacket to Enzo. It was his, after all.
“What’s wrong with him?” He nodded toward Malachai, wondering what Enzo was banned from. Choosing their drinking companions, surely. “I did see the monkey, yes.”
Poor Mal seemed to be having a strong adverse reaction to something. The drinks? Maybe Delia had an antidote on her – he recoiled from the thought of touching her again and went to prop Mal up on his shoulder instead. Tall, heavy bastard. Warm, too. Did he need a healer? Tiberius wasn’t sure how Malachai’s father or strange mentor would take that if they found out.
“Come on, help me with him.”
@Enzo Pavus @Malachai Valentius
But it wasn’t yet. Malachai was on the landing, making enough noise to cover an advancing army. Tiberius winced as a small, screeching thing flew through the air and out the window, then opened his eyes. Delia didn’t react at all, though her muscles strained beneath her waxen skin, fighting the command. It seemed it would hold, hopefully until they were well clear of this place. It wouldn’t feel right to murder a woman even after what she’d done to him.
“I’ll be alright.” Did Enzo not recognize the girl on the bed? That was strange, but then, he’d been very focused on the other one. Camille or whatever. Tiberius let himself be guided to his feet and spent a few slow seconds righting his clothes. After a long pause, he offered the jacket to Enzo. It was his, after all.
“What’s wrong with him?” He nodded toward Malachai, wondering what Enzo was banned from. Choosing their drinking companions, surely. “I did see the monkey, yes.”
Poor Mal seemed to be having a strong adverse reaction to something. The drinks? Maybe Delia had an antidote on her – he recoiled from the thought of touching her again and went to prop Mal up on his shoulder instead. Tall, heavy bastard. Warm, too. Did he need a healer? Tiberius wasn’t sure how Malachai’s father or strange mentor would take that if they found out.
“Come on, help me with him.”
@Enzo Pavus @Malachai Valentius
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