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Entry tags:
Vert #3; Azul #13 [Starfall]
Name: On the Mend
Story: Starfall
Colors: Vert #3 (Security); Azul #13 (Withstand)
Supplies and Styles:
Word Count: 717
Rating: PG
Warnings: Illness.
Notes: 1313, Portcallan; Leion Valerno/Viyony Eseray. (Takes place soon after the Sea Festival).
Summary: Leion and Viyony meet again.
The next time Leion was allowed in to see Viyony at the Vionnic Hospital, he found her sitting up in a chair, looking much more like herself.
"Leion!"
Her voice was little more than a whisper, but when he held out a hand to her, she cast aside the light covering she had over her legs and rose to grasp it. Leion hesitated, almost fearful of hurting her, but then he relaxed and drew her into a hug; wonderfully, awkwardly real and warm against him. He released her hastily with a rueful half-smile, and then coughed.
"So, how are you?"
She sank back into her chair. "Still here."
"Very informative, thank you," he said, but he didn't press her for more. Instead, he looked around for another chair, and on spotting it, pulled it over, sitting opposite her.
Viyony grimaced. "My throat -" She raised her hand to her neck. "So I must try not to talk too much."
"You do sound a bit croaky," he agreed easily. "All that prophesying, I suppose?"
Viyony pulled her light robe in more tightly around her. "That and the effects of the dispersal."
"No, that makes sense," said Leion. She'd been burning up, her very molecules trying to change shape—it couldn't only have been her throat that had been left raw or inflamed after. A residual flare of anger against Eollan and his cursed carelessness went through him. "Stars, Viyony. I'm so sorry I didn't come after you sooner."
She rolled her eyes. "You weren't the one stupid enough to go off with Tess and Eollan. Anyway—I'm especially not supposed to talk about that."
Imai Merslake had said that to Leion, too, both times before he had been allowed in to see Viyony. Viyony did not have any clear memory of what had happened while she had been under the influence of the drug Eollan had given her, and the medic insisted it was best that she remain in ignorance. ("If she remembers," she'd told him, "it could even trigger the dispersal reaction again. I'd hope not, but best not to take any chances.")
"Of course," said Leion. "In that case, I'll say only one more thing about it—I begged a copy of Eollan's notes from Tana and I've been doing my best to make sense of them. I've had some luck—might even have saved lives in one instance. So, don't worry about that. Although, to be honest, most of it seems to be vague fragments from further in the future."
Viyony lapsed into a proper smile. "Oh, thank you! I tried to ask Imai Merslake if I'd seen anything somebody ought to be told about, but I don't think she understood what I meant."
"Well, I am a wonderful person, as you know," said Leion.
"I should—you keep telling me so."
Leion twisted at an angle in the chair, to see her better. "I know I said this before, but I am sorry about the whole mess. The last thing I meant was to drive you away that night. I had much better plans!"
"Making me drink something horrible and blue and taking me to the fish market?"
"It is a world renowned, very large fish-market," said Leion. "Which you have missed now, anyway. And, no. I was going to take you to the sea front after we'd finished at Aliate Green—watch the fireworks and eat absurd festival goodies. And taste Sea Spirit, yes. Then hopefully back to that South Riverside apartment I mentioned, where we'd have had a very nice time having our affair. On and off through the whole festival week, if I had my way."
"It might not have been nice."
Leion waved her objection away. "Impossible! Besides, it's only real in my head now, so I say it would be perfect. But if I hadn't said the wrong cursed thing—we would finally have made it, I promise."
"You can't think like that," said Viyony. "It's us. If we'd made it to the apartment, the roof would have fallen in."
"Never mind our usual luck—I insist on our imaginary tryst being perfect!"
Viyony hid a smile. "Oh, if it's imaginary..." Then she sighed, and stole a deceptively solemn look at him. "I suppose it might have been nice."
Story: Starfall
Colors: Vert #3 (Security); Azul #13 (Withstand)
Supplies and Styles:
Word Count: 717
Rating: PG
Warnings: Illness.
Notes: 1313, Portcallan; Leion Valerno/Viyony Eseray. (Takes place soon after the Sea Festival).
Summary: Leion and Viyony meet again.
The next time Leion was allowed in to see Viyony at the Vionnic Hospital, he found her sitting up in a chair, looking much more like herself.
"Leion!"
Her voice was little more than a whisper, but when he held out a hand to her, she cast aside the light covering she had over her legs and rose to grasp it. Leion hesitated, almost fearful of hurting her, but then he relaxed and drew her into a hug; wonderfully, awkwardly real and warm against him. He released her hastily with a rueful half-smile, and then coughed.
"So, how are you?"
She sank back into her chair. "Still here."
"Very informative, thank you," he said, but he didn't press her for more. Instead, he looked around for another chair, and on spotting it, pulled it over, sitting opposite her.
Viyony grimaced. "My throat -" She raised her hand to her neck. "So I must try not to talk too much."
"You do sound a bit croaky," he agreed easily. "All that prophesying, I suppose?"
Viyony pulled her light robe in more tightly around her. "That and the effects of the dispersal."
"No, that makes sense," said Leion. She'd been burning up, her very molecules trying to change shape—it couldn't only have been her throat that had been left raw or inflamed after. A residual flare of anger against Eollan and his cursed carelessness went through him. "Stars, Viyony. I'm so sorry I didn't come after you sooner."
She rolled her eyes. "You weren't the one stupid enough to go off with Tess and Eollan. Anyway—I'm especially not supposed to talk about that."
Imai Merslake had said that to Leion, too, both times before he had been allowed in to see Viyony. Viyony did not have any clear memory of what had happened while she had been under the influence of the drug Eollan had given her, and the medic insisted it was best that she remain in ignorance. ("If she remembers," she'd told him, "it could even trigger the dispersal reaction again. I'd hope not, but best not to take any chances.")
"Of course," said Leion. "In that case, I'll say only one more thing about it—I begged a copy of Eollan's notes from Tana and I've been doing my best to make sense of them. I've had some luck—might even have saved lives in one instance. So, don't worry about that. Although, to be honest, most of it seems to be vague fragments from further in the future."
Viyony lapsed into a proper smile. "Oh, thank you! I tried to ask Imai Merslake if I'd seen anything somebody ought to be told about, but I don't think she understood what I meant."
"Well, I am a wonderful person, as you know," said Leion.
"I should—you keep telling me so."
Leion twisted at an angle in the chair, to see her better. "I know I said this before, but I am sorry about the whole mess. The last thing I meant was to drive you away that night. I had much better plans!"
"Making me drink something horrible and blue and taking me to the fish market?"
"It is a world renowned, very large fish-market," said Leion. "Which you have missed now, anyway. And, no. I was going to take you to the sea front after we'd finished at Aliate Green—watch the fireworks and eat absurd festival goodies. And taste Sea Spirit, yes. Then hopefully back to that South Riverside apartment I mentioned, where we'd have had a very nice time having our affair. On and off through the whole festival week, if I had my way."
"It might not have been nice."
Leion waved her objection away. "Impossible! Besides, it's only real in my head now, so I say it would be perfect. But if I hadn't said the wrong cursed thing—we would finally have made it, I promise."
"You can't think like that," said Viyony. "It's us. If we'd made it to the apartment, the roof would have fallen in."
"Never mind our usual luck—I insist on our imaginary tryst being perfect!"
Viyony hid a smile. "Oh, if it's imaginary..." Then she sighed, and stole a deceptively solemn look at him. "I suppose it might have been nice."