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Chivy Darrell ([personal profile] lostandfinder) wrote in [community profile] windandstorm2009-10-02 08:28 pm
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first encounter ; 0 days

If there were any luck in the world, Chivason would have been sound asleep by now. He'd had a wonderful dinner — courtesy of sweet, old Mrs. Jann — and he'd eaten enough to be pleasantly drowsy, and then some. To cap it all off, she'd offered him a bed (a bed) and tucked him in as only a grandmother could. He didn't really have much to worry about, still having a few valuables tucked away in his knapsack, enough to cover a few weeks even if she decided to change her mind about letting him stay free-of-charge, and he certainly hadn't been here long enough to need to think about moving on.

Whatever the reason, though, he stayed in bed long enough to need to roll over half a dozen times before he finally gave up. Carefully tucking the blanket back under the pillow, he snagged his knapsack and tiptoed outside. He let his mind drift as he walked, hoping it would help him relax enough to actually sleep. He had liked his last stop, even gone so far as to make a few friends. He should have known better than to try helping Lia find her necklace. She was too excited when she asked him if he would walk with her. He scoffed softly at himself— then tripped, tried to catch himself, and faceplanted in the dirt.
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polarization: (〉 what's a wonderwall,anyway?)

[personal profile] polarization 2010-05-02 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
Unfortunately, Sefton didn't hear the thump from inside the shower. It was several minutes before he eventually ventured back out, absently rubbing at the wet locks with a towel.

"Chivy?" he asked, glancing around when he didn't spot the other boy. Maybe he had already left? But, no... his things were still here. Strange.
polarization: (〉 still cannot find any good sleep)

[personal profile] polarization 2010-05-02 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
That caught his attention. Sefton edged his way over to the bed, not sure what he expected to find on the other side. Chivy, pulling the blankets over himself as if he were trying to hide away from the day itself, wasn't exactly it.

"Chivy," he tried again. The fact that the other had yet to pull himself back into bed was a bit worrisome, to be honest.
polarization: (〉 never really had a doubt)

[personal profile] polarization 2010-05-02 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
That didn't sound very good. "You okay?"
polarization: (〉 on the boulevard of broken dreams)

[personal profile] polarization 2010-05-02 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
Sefton's brows furrowed, and he tried to keep the concern down. "You're not?"
polarization: (〉 on the boulevard of broken dreams)

[personal profile] polarization 2010-05-03 01:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Chivy," Sefton tried again, definitely not liking what he was seeing, "what's wrong?"
polarization: (〉 wishing that heroes; they truly exist)

[personal profile] polarization 2010-05-03 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sick? But—" Sefton stopped. Asking 'how' was a dumb question. He knew exactly how it had happened, and it was mostly his own fault. Hesitating, he then asked, "Can you get back up on the bed?"
polarization: (〉 they're gonna throw it back to you)

[personal profile] polarization 2010-05-10 02:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Sefton reached over for the edge of the blanket and finished pulling it over Chivy. After a moment of some rough mental debating, he asked, "Need anything?"
polarization: (〉 still cannot find any good sleep)

[personal profile] polarization 2010-11-14 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Stepping back, Sefton surveyed the sight of the pitiful and ill Chivy. "That's it?"
polarization: (〉 the fire in your heart is out)

[personal profile] polarization 2010-11-14 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Rolling his eyes, Sefton leaned against the wall by the window. "Don't need, like... cough syrup or something?"
polarization: (〉 the only one that i have ever known)

[personal profile] polarization 2010-11-14 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Sefton nodded silently, scanning the room for the other boy's bag. He pushed off the wall and went to retrieve it, picking it up near the door where it sat. He shuffled around in the pockets for a moment before finding the requested items. The tissues were tossed at the Chivy-shaped blob before Sefton set the bag down on his own bed and moved to fill a glass of water in the bathroom and then return with the aspirin. With something to do now, he felt marginally more useful.
Edited 2010-11-14 19:16 (UTC)
polarization: (〉 the fire in your heart is out)

[personal profile] polarization 2010-11-15 09:10 am (UTC)(link)
Sefton reemerged moments later, glass in one hand and pill bottle in the other. He set the glass down on the nightstand next to Chivy's bed, then twisted the cap off of the aspirin. "How many?" he asked, not wanting to give too much or too little relative to how Chivy was feeling right now. When he actually looked up to see what Chivy's answer would be, he gave a small double-take. He hadn't really been expecting the tissue-veil.
polarization: (〉 they're gonna throw it back to you)

[personal profile] polarization 2010-11-15 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Okay." Sefton nodded, poured the pills, then set only three on the nightstand next to the water while dropping the rest into the bottle. He stood there for a moment, then turned and moved to sit on the other bed.
polarization: (〉 you think i'm in love)

[personal profile] polarization 2010-11-15 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
There was a moment where Sefton simply sat and considered his options. He couldn't just leave Chivy like this, not when his cold was Sefton's fault, but there was really nothing more he could do right now. Right?

Coming to a decision, Sefton moved to the door, flicking the lights off, and left the room without so much as a word.