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Honeydew and & QueenOfHearts || The Princess and the Thief
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Mar 01, 2024 02:01PM
"I'll slow you down like this!" Rosalind grunted, but truth be told she was more than grateful that he hadn't taken her advice and left her alone. She didn't want to land in the hands of these attackers. Even though she hardly knew Keldings, something about him told her that she had to trust him. She wrapped her arms around his neck.
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"I'd rather have you slow me down than you be not with me," he said. "No one, especially a lady such as you, in your state, should be left alone while those men are out there." He said, looking around. "Let's see...the castle slash garden thing is back there," he said, looking to his left, where the faint outline of the castle stood. He then turned around and started a light jog into the forest. "This might get bumpy," he warned Rosalind.
"Whatever you think is best," Rosalind groaned, and when he started to jog, carrying her, she let out an unexpected gasp. "I'm fine!" she exclaimed, but with every step he took a jolt of pain shot up her side. As she hung around his neck to support herself, she found that a fuzzy feeling was creeping up inside of her, threatening to swallow her whole. And now that she thought about it, a hot pain burned in her side, wet with blood that had soaked a big portion of her dress.
((all good!!))Lucas skidded to a stop as he felt something warm and a sticky soak through his own shirt. he mumbled swear words repeatedly as he held Rosalind in front of him, and saw that she was bleeding. "Oh boy," he mumbled, his face pale a little. "Okay," he muttered before setting her gently on the ground and stripping off his vest and shirt, ripping his shirt and half as he glanced down at the princess. "Fair warning: I'm gonna tie this as tight as i can around your wound and I'm gonna tighten my vest over the fabric, so it might sting." he said, already crouching down.
"What's going on?" Rosalind murmured, feeling him set her down but not fully knowing what was happening. It was like she was getting more and more confused by the minute due to her wound and blood loss. "Do what needs to be done...you should run. While you can," Rosalind shivered, leaning her head back against the boulder.
He nodded, and began to do as he had told her what he would do. He then knelt down. He couldn't really see in the dark, but he cupped Rosalind's face softly. *Hey, stay with me here. Where, other than your side, does it hurt?" He asked with concern.
Rosalind reached for his hand and covered it with her own, but soon it dropped away. "And my ankle. But mostly I just feel funny," she yawned. It was hard to see him in the dark and what was left of her vision - since it was night now - was fuzzy.
"What do you mean, funny? Explain." He said. "Are you feeling like you need to throw up? Are you ready to faint? Talk to me," He said. Lucas wondered if Rosalind had been poisoned, somehow.
"And it smells funny," Rosalind added. "It's like a fuzzy warm feeling. Honestly, my side isn't hurting too bad now." She was just reacting to the scent of her blood in the air as well as the loss of blood from the gash. It often made stuff seem unreal or otherworldly. The fuzzy feeling crept closer around her vision.
"Okayyyy," He said slowly with a nod. "I don't smell anything," he said, his senses immune to the sour smell of blood. "We're not far off from where I live, I have a friend who can help heal you." he said, gently picking her back up. He moved a strand of hair out of her face. "Let me know if you start hurting or if you need me to stop," he said before continuing on, though more at a brisk walk.
"I'm going to slow you down," Rosalind murmured, shivering in his arms. It was so cold out. As he started hurrying again now that his shirt was tightly tied around her wound, she closed her eyes against him and soon drifted in and out of consciousness.
Lucas looked down at Rosalind, shaking his head, but didn't say anything as he continued on. . . .
When he made it to the cottage, he kicked the door open. "Lana!" He yelled out, and a girl came out. "Lucas, what-?" she stopped, staring at Rosalind. "Who is she?" he asked, and Lucas placed her on the dining table. "Princess Rosalind." He said, grabbing medical supplies in the cabinet in the kitchen. "What!" Lana yelped. "I know, just please, help her." He said, and Lana sighed. "Alright. Rosalind, can you hear me?" Lana asked, putting on an apron.
At one point, Rosalind heard voices floating around her. She mumbled something and her eyes briefly fluttered before she went quiet and still again. She was pale and the shirt Keldings had tied around her waist was also now starting to turn red with blood at this point.
"Alright, Lucas, you're gonna help me." Lana said, starting to unwrap Lucas's clothes from the girl's side. Lucas turned away as Lana peeled off the top part of Rosalind's dress, placing a towel over her chest for privacy. She placed a small trickle of liquid into Rosalind's mouth, having her swallow it. "It'll numb you and make you tired," Lana explained. "That way you won't wake up screaming in paint." Lucas added, cleaning a spot on his arm to help give blood if needed.
Rosalind swallowed automatically and sighed softly. After only a few minutes passed, it appeared that the liquid was kicking in because Rosalind's face relaxed and looked less pained. Then they could get to work without worrying about her possibly leaping off the table in pain.
. . .Once everything was all done, Lucas sat down next to the table, holding Rosalind's hand gently, in incase she felt alone or something. In reality, you just want to make sure yo don't have to bury another kid. Of course, Rosalind wasn't a kid as in an 8-year-old, but a kid in the sense of innocence and naiveness. He rubbed his thumb lightly over her pulse, feeling it beat steadily. He did have to give blood—the bandage around his arm was slightly pink, though he didn't mind.
Rosalind went in and out of consciousness, floating on the drugs like she was up in the clouds. She wouldn't remember much of what happened and by the time it was over, she was sleeping. Some time passed, and soon she was stirring in her sleep. When her eyes opened, she looked around and noticed Keldings...that was his name, right?...by her side.
Lucas looked up at Rosalind and his eyes widened. "Hey! you're up." he said, sitting up a little as he rubbed his eyes. "You feeling okay? You want water?" he asked.
"Yes, please," she croaked. She tried sitting upright but she felt weak and wobbly and her side twinged painfully. Rosalind lay back down and blinked a few more times. Everything felt a bit fuzzy also, or thick, as if she were swimming through a fog. She hoped it would clear as she woke more up.
Lucas nodded, heading to the kitchen to get her a glass of water. "Here," he said gently placing the cup in her hand. "How you feeling? how's your side? is your leg still bothering you?" he asked, unable to stop asking questions.
"Could you help me sit up, if that's alright?" Rosalind asked hesitantly. She sat up with his help and took a drink of the cool water. "I'm okay. Just a bit tired, I guess. They both still hurt a little but..." She shrugged. "I don't remember everything. Was I bleeding everywhere?"
"Yes and no, like you were starting to, but we stopped and I wrapped my shirts around your wound to help slow the bleeding, and when we came back to my lil cottage thing, my friend and I helped stitch you up, and she put some ointment on your ankle." He said. He'd changed at some point while Rosalind was passed out into less formal pants and a long sleeve with a bold v-cut—aka the only clothes that were not dirty of his at the moment until he could scrub and wash the others.
"Yes and no, like you were starting to, but we stopped and I wrapped my shirts around your wound to help slow the bleeding, and when we came back to my lil cottage thing, my friend and I helped stitch you up, and she put some ointment on your ankle." He said. He'd changed at some point while Rosalind was passed out into less formal pants and a long sleeve with a bold v-cut—aka the only clothes that were not dirty of his at the moment until he could scrub and wash the others.
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Rosalind nodded slowly and sighed. She looked down at her own self to see she was wearing a different dress, something very plain but clean and not bloody. She wondered nervously how that had happened. "So this is your house?" She asked. "You...and your friend...saved my life, then. Thank you," she said softly.
Rosalind nodded slowly and sighed. She looked down at her own self to see she was wearing a different dress, something very plain but clean and not bloody. She wondered nervously how that had happened. "So this is your house?" She asked. "You...and your friend...saved my life, then. Thank you," she said softly.
"Lana did that," he said, noticing her low k of worry at her dress. "She's getting the blood out as much as she can, as well as trying to stitch it up." he explained. "And I wouldn't call this a house...more like a shack ready to collapse." he mumbled. "Bad of course we saved your life."
"Oh, she doesn't need to do that. I didn't even like that dress," Rosalind said. "And sewing with that thick heavy fabric will be dreadful. Well, thank you," she added, sighing and taking another drink of water. She ignored his comment about his house. It wasn't much, but it was almost nice with how simplistic it was. Rosalind had grown tired of huge empty rooms, cold corridors, and staircases everywhere. This was nice.
"I'll let her know. But if anything, could she have the dress, if you do not want it returned?" he asked, almost hesitantly. He noticed her looking around, and he felt...almost ashamed; Rosalind was a princess, after all.
"Of course she can have the dress, if she wants it," Rosalind sighed. "Though that just means I'll have to wear this or something else for now, if that's fine with you all. The thing is...I've always wanted to try wearing pants. They seem so much more practical." She chuckled to herself faintly and yawned. "I'm still so sleepy. Is that normal?"
"Pants?" he asked, taken back. "Yeah we might have some we can give you." He mumbled, thinking. "Yeah, it's normal to feel sleepy after the first use. You wanna find a more comfortable place than the table?" he asked
"I know what you're thinking - how improper," she said. She frowned a bit. "Do you mean you use it a lot yourself? I guess so. You probably want your table back," Rosalind said, scooting herself to the edge of the table and carefully swinging her legs over the side. It twinged her side a bit and she flinched. With one hand on the table, she lowered herself to her feet and almost buckled completely with a grunt.
"No, I'm just... surprised." he said. "Not in a bad way though," he said as she started to get off the table. He pondered her question. "Hm, yeah. a year ago I broke my arm from tryna outrun a bear—it was not fun. I was in so much pain that Lana thought if she was gonna give me anymore of that stuff she gave you, I would've died. Since then, my body's kinda used to it. But I was asleep for like, a week or something, just drifting in and out." he said. "Hey!" he exclaimed as she buckled, kneeling down her side, but hesitant to touch her. "You okay?" he asked.
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Rosalind listened with a faint nod but when she fell, she grunted a little from frustration and feeling the twinge in her side. "Ouch. I think I'm okay. I just can't put that much weight on my foot, apparently." She put her weight on her good foot and grabbed the side of the table to pull herself up. She wasn't sure if it would be okay for her to try getting help from him so she wouldn't bother with it. "Stupid. Where can I sit?"
((all good, I was too busy with everything going on rn to notice but then I was like "wait ;-; what's going on GR rn?" and then yeah lol so dwai!))
"Well, would you rather have your butt be sore or not?" he joked. "If you stay in the stools for a long time, your backend will be worse then the wound on your side." he said. "You can either sit on the uhm, I guess sofa thing, or you can have the bed." he said. "but you are sleeping in the bed, like that's the spot you'll be most comfortable in, or at least your back won't get messed up." he said, rambling quickly. He noticed how Rosalind seemed to avoid his help, and he will admit—he felt a bit hurt about it, but he could understand it.
((I feel like it has been pretty quiet lately!))
"Um...where do you want me to sit, I guess? Since you'll want your table back and I don't want to be in the way," Rosalind shrugged a little. Her face was blushing now and she chewed her bottom lip, eyes flicking around the room and briefly landing on his face before looking around again.
((Sorry T_T))"Oh you're not going to be in the way, alright?" Lucas promised. He saw how pink Rosalind's face was, and he smiled softly. "You are also 99% safe here." he said. "I would say 100% but that last time I said I was 100% safe, I nearly died so..." he pursed his lips. "Not that you're gonna die!" he said quickly.
((Oh nooo I didn't mean you, I just mean in general!))
Rosalind raised an eyebrow. "It wasn't like I was safer back at the castle. Being who I am, there are always people who want to kill me. I'm used to never being safe. And 99% isn't 100%." She gave him a lopsided grin.
"True." He said, tilting his head a little at her lopsided grin. "But hey, you are significantly safer in here than outside." he said. "That's true!" a female voice called out, and Lucas laughed. "One time, I saw a spider as big as my head." the voice said, and a girl walked out of a room, holding a bundled up dress. "Here, I fixed it all up. I couldn't get the stains out, well, I tried but..." she sighed, looking disappointed in herself. "Also, the embroidery was amazing, but the stitching was off on my end because I'm not familiar with it." she said.
"True." He said, tilting his head a little at her lopsided grin. "But hey, you are significantly safer in here than outside." he said. "That's true!" a female voice called out, and Lucas laughed. "One time, I saw a spider as big as my head." the voice said, and a girl walked out of a room, holding a bundled up dress. "Here, I fixed it all up. I couldn't get the stains out, well, I tried but..." she sighed, looking disappointed in herself. "Also, the embroidery was amazing, but the stitching was off on my end because I'm not familiar with it." she said.
((yeah I've noticed that too like in general and idk what's up lol))
((Yeah. Years ago when I first joined people were always on and always posting))
"I suppose you're right," Rosalind shrugged. "Unless you both are planning on killing me. Then I'm definitely not. But seeing as you worked to sew me back together I doubt it." She grabbed onto the table again and took a hesitant step but she grunted with surprise as pain shot up her ankle. Her eyes landed on Keldings. "Could you maybe help me over to the couch? I don't know if I can walk all that way on my own." She glanced over at the new voice as the girl entered the room with her dress. "I feel awful that you put all the work into that dress, unless you'd like to keep it. I'm sorry about the stains. You must be Lana," Rosalind murmured, biting the inside of her cheek from the sharp pain also in her side.
((yeah ): it's kinda sad)) Lucas was about to respond when Lana came out. "Oh, wait what?" Lana asked, her pale cheeks turning a slight shade of red. "You don't...want this?" she asked, confused, but hopeful. "Nah, she said she didn't like it ." Lucas said, and Lana's eyes lid up. Lucas smiled softly, glad to see how happy she was. "Thank you, so much." Lana said with a bow.
"Please. Take it. It's the least I can do after you saved my life," Rosalind said. "I don't know how I can properly thank you." Seeing how happy it seemed to make Lana, Rosalind also smiled shyly. "You don't have to bow or do any of that fancy stuff. I'm just Rosalind."
