WHEN: 30 MAR 1943; early morning
WHERE: The on-campus faculty residence where Lady Esher resides WHO: Kiernan, Luciano, and Lady Esher
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[03:05] Kiernan Rourke was a fast little shit. Considering most mainland things were closed, he skimmed by the cafe cart-thing out on the quad whose automaton staff kept it running all hours and snagged some scones and some tea just in case. Reading the information he'd scribbled down on a palm from the bursar he made his way to the appropriate building, then the appropriate room and raised his hand to knock soundly at the door. "Oy, it's the lad from th'library checkin' in on ye like I said. Ye decent?" he called, little regard for any other professors or Academy staff that might be slumbering in the vicinity. Kiernan was dressed in a snugly-fitting turtleneck - likely one of his roommate's - and a pair of his own plaid pants that he'd deliberately chopped short to keep himself cooler. The boy ran warm. He waited there, paper bag of scones in the crook of an arm and tea in a to-go cup in hand.
[03:09] Luciano was seated within the room. Shotgun casually pointed at the door as the man kicked both feet up on the desk in front of him. He liked it quiet, so when he heard the footsteps in the hallway he grew tense and narrowed his gaze. His thumb grazed over one of the uncocked hammers of his shotgun, so when he heard the knock, the subtle 'click' could be heard through the door.
Kiernan's call did set the man at ease slightly. He slowly slid his feet off the wood and stood. One hand holding his coachgun level to the door as he slowly crept forth. Reaching a hand out and opening the door just a -crack-.
All Kieran could see was a single blue eye staring him down. Inspecting him up and down.
"She's asleep." Luca remarked. Barely above a whisper. Keeping his shotgun -just- out of vision behind the door. Pressed against the wood as he awaited his response.
[03:09] For the moment Llyw was indeed asleep, crashed out across the bed like a fallen log, still in her dress, her glasses and everything. Just no hat.
[03:13] Kiernan Rourke knew the sound of a gun cocking when he heard it. Time with the Corps had taught him well enough and his reflexes were quick. By the time Luciano opened the door a crack he was off to the side of it and out of view - except for the bag that he was holding up - and of course the arm and hand that held it. "Ye kin calm yer shite I ain't gonna hurt her, was just bringin' her some feckin' food. M'afriend, she knows me, Ain't feckin' armed either less ye count magic and I got naught fer reason ta use it on her," he said clearly, the accent heavier in his irritation and anxiousness.
[03:15] Luciano rolled his eyes and swung the door open. "Oh hoy-tee-fucking-toy, just come on in." He rolled his eyes and took a step back. Casually uncocking his coach-gun and pointing it up to the air.
"My Lady." Luca's voice slightly raised, an attempt to rouse Llyw from her slumber. "You have a visitor."
Luca took a couple more steps back, positioning himself next to one of the windows as he leaned back and awaited Kiernan's entry.
[03:21] Llyw stirred painfully slow, having just basically collapsed even before she got here. Luca once again having to carry her to her destination when her legs gave out. The drain on her life force was slow and steady and terrible in its patience. She had exerted too much at the dock in her desperation, nearly blown out her vocal cords and all her energy and she had been even more boneweary ever since. She couldnt seem to gain enough rest to regain her wind....and now she swam blearily back to awareness out of the howling dark to hear voices...Men...Familiar ones. "L..Luca? What?" she whispered, then the accent behind the door reminded her of the boy she knew, "Ah...K..Kiernan? He's here? Yes...let him in..." She curled on her side now, pushing to get herself upright and smooth her hair as if this were a normal social visit...
[03:25] Kiernan Rourke tightened his jaw up as the door swung open. Still, he didn't immediately step into line of sight... he waited a second or two after Luciano called out, hesitant in case he didn't actually hear anything from Llywellyn. But the notion that the woman was indeed there and sleeping with an armed man in her room was a bit more worrying than the prospect of getting shot so slowly he eased into the doorframe, eyes darting around to his corners, visually clearing the room before he stepped inside.
When Llywellyn spoke up he frowned deeply and setting the goodies on the nearby desk went over to put a hand on the frail woman's back and help push her to a sitting position. "Ye look like shite," he said bluntly, scrunching his nose and blanching normally ruddy skin around the freckles across his face. "The hell ye gettin' inta fights with? Got scones n' tea if ye want it, or ye kin let yer..." he gave Luca a look. "...er, bodyguard, have 'em. Christ." The last was issued with a glance at the gun itself.
[03:28] Luciano watched Kiernan like a hawk as he steadily walked in. A small smirk crossing his face, reveling in the hesitance he showed. He seemed to grow more and more giddy at the sight of it, really. Shifting from foot to foot as he stifled a -chuckle- by biting his inner cheek. He did manage to keep his tongue to himself though, as Kieran entered and made a bee-line towards his employer.
As Kiernan shot a wry glance to him, however, the man couldn't resist. Breaking into a large smile with slightly squinted eyes. Flashing his pearly whites at him as he lifted up his off hand and gave a patronizing finger wave towards the man.
"I don't bite, you know." He snidely remarked. "I let the gun do that for me."
[03:36] Lady Llywellynn Devoreaux Esher: The widow the boy had seen the last time they had spoke was more visually worn down, though she put on a brave face for him. She was geniunely glad to see Kiernan, her lips formed a curve that was sweet and warm in a way like the Italian hadn't yet witnessed. She obviously had a soft spot for the blunt talking firebrand, taking his uncouth manner in stride. She just accepted his blunt concern without issue, letting him lay an overly warm hand on her. She felt even more frail than the time he had lifted her on the horse, but if anything she seemed twice as stubborn to make up for it.
Llyw sighed, reaching out to try to pat at Kiernan's arm, "Oh, It's good...to see you...Kiernan. It's been...awhile hasn't it? Its sweet of...you to bring me..." She was having a hard time just talking as he steadied her and she took a moment to catch her breath again. She ended up just nodding to his comments with a soft strained chuckle, giving up on being more polite when she had so little energy, "Yeah...feel like it too...."
She gestured to the merc with an complicated smaller smile, "Luca..works for me. I've...." She hesitated and then shrugged one shoulder faintly, "...got enemies you see. It's complicated..."
Luca's comment just got a louder sigh from her though, her exsperation with the man warring with her gratitude to them both, "Guns don't solve..it all...you know." Yeah there was nothing normal about this situation but Llyw seemed too tired to care.
[03:42] Kiernan Rourke didn't need empathy to read the emotive reaction Luciano seemed to have to his behavior. He scowled at it, shaking his head. "Been bit, an' been shot at. Stick it up yer arse if yer tryin' ta spook me," he retorted before settling his attention back on the woman. He stopped though, attempting to behave as Llywellynn explained that the Italian worked for her. Kiernan just shook his head at that again. He started patting at her arms, busying himself instead with the most basic of searches for injury - which meant, to someone with only combat first aid training - looking her over and feeling for instabilities. The Irish fae could heal physical wounds but he certainly couldn't rejuvenate a lack of energy or spirit.
"Kinne imagine ye gatherin' enemies quiet as ye are, so... figure it's summat nasty and with a stiffy fer preyin' on people," he said, moving to fluff up some pillows to make something of a makeshift seat back for her to lean against while he went over to get the to-go cup of hot water. He plopped a tea bag into it and brought it and the scones over, handing her the bag first. "Go on an' look through it, they're moist enough so they ain't hard ta eat. Gotta eat if ye want yer strength back up, don't hafta be medical ta know that," he urged. He held onto the tea until she was ready for it - lavendar and chamomile by the smell for anyone who had a keen nose for such things. Kiernan's hands likely kept it nice and warm, considering his own abilities to manipulate heat.
[03:48] Luciano continued to smile and just leaned back on the wall. Giving a slight shrug as he looked down at the ground. Digging his heel into the floor and letting his foot sway back and forth. "I think I already did." He held his tongue otherwise. Scratching his cheek as his attention turned momentarily to the door. Letting the two have their conversation without many interjections. Not answering Llyw's remark about guns and problem solving.
[04:00] Lady Llywellynn Devoreaux Esher: Llyw wasn't expecting Kiernan to be so hands on with her but she didn't stop him. The Fae did have a soothing warmth to his touch she couldn't explain but she did slightly feel better when he touched her. She was thin and fine boned as a bird under his basic examination. She had more pallor to her than last time but otherwise there seemed no obvious damage to speak of, other than the top edges of what looked like a recent scratch mark peeking above the lace around the base of her neck. She didn't draw attention to it however, letting this kind boy fuss over her. She leaned back on the pillow and just rested a moment, not that either of the men knew when she was looking at them or not. Both of them were so bright in her vision, though in completely different ways, one limned by fire, the other by divine light. Both still suffered the wrack and ruin of mortality and she shut her aching eyes again with a slow sigh as the worlds rotated slow around her. She was startled back to the moment when a bag of food was put into her hands.
"Oh! Thank you...I will owe you...bigtime, if you keep bringing me food." She tried to tease abit, scraping some humor into her soft low tone as she examined the scones without enthusiasm. But she nodded to his urgings, reaching for something at random mainly to not disappoint the boy with his care. She braced herself before bringing the item to her mouth to take a bite. The scent of ash and bone was an undercurrent to the smell of the baked good, tasty as she was sure it would be. She bit and chewed, trying to ignore the pall of death that was cast over all her perceptions. She needed to regain her strength so she had to suffer getting nutrition in her. She made sure to keep her expression clear of her wince, long practiced at appearing normal while eating what was to her just ashes and worse. The tea smelled better however as long as the fire mage was holding it so warm in his hands for her.
She had to smile at him again, letting him see her eat the food he brought and hopefully feel better. She managed a grin this time, trying to be sociable to show she was alright, "I hadn't the chance...to see you lately. I've been...settling in here and meant to find you soon. How's things?"
She just gave Luca a look he couldn't see. The man liked to antagonize others just for fun. He had been good enough with a gun and other tricks to stave off at least one vampire so far however so she couldn't really complain about the arrangement.
All the while her scent was filling the room, so sweetly of honeysuckle, winter fires with brandy and coffee lingering. Luckily neither man was a vampire at least.
[04:09] Kiernan Rourke scoffed at Luca's commentary. He waited to address it until the lady had finished speaking, watching her eat and taking in the smiles and feigned enjoyment at face value as he had neither the sight nor brain to notice anything deeper. "Nah, consider it a welcome ta campus present," he said with a wave of his hand. Kiernan sat himself on the floor with his legs criss-crossed rather than perch on the bed, still holding the tea cup in his hands. His expression did falter a bit as she asked what he'd been up to and he glanced sideways at Luca as if expressing reluctance to share.
"...oh ye know. Bein' a terrible student, wreakin' havoc," he answered instead with a little drum of his fingers on his cup. "Not been 'round much on campus 'side from lectures an whatnot, an' I'm... skippin' some o'those too anyway, if it ain't somethin' vital. Just more important shite goin' on down below, lately." He sighed.
[04:11] Luciano chuckled and just kept looking at the door. Tucking a hand in his pocket and fishing around for his pack of smokes. He withdrew the pack and began to tuck one of his smokes into his mouth. Pausing and glancing at Llyw as if he was looking for her approval.
[04:23] Lady Llywellynn Devoreaux Esher: Llyw noted Kiernan's reluctance. She gave a small quirk of her pale lips and nod. Well aware of the lack of privacy in this odd arrangment and she didn't insist on any further inquiry into the boy's wellbeing, at least not in mixed company.
She reached for the cup to take gently from his hands so he didn't have to keep waiting on her. The lingering heat on the surface of the cup illustrated the fine control of his ability he was showing. She remembered him speaking of how difficult it was to do the small things with fire and heat. Big things were easy in comparison. She took a sip and was pleasantly surprised. Though it wasn't as pristine a brew as from the deathless hand of Drystan, it was still a damn sight better than the usual dregs of decay and death she was forced to drink to survive. She sipped at it with some actual enjoyment as she kept an ear to his replies.
She sighed a bit and gave Kiernan her best mock stern look though she began falling back to a simpler form of speech, her real accent bleeding out of the British one, lush and drawling, hinting of her origins in the bayou of New Orleans nationstate, "You learning...everything you need though? Make sure of that, you hear?"
Luca's look was noted, already a bit of a silent language developing between employer and bodyguard and she almost grinned at him too, giving her wan face an almost fleeting cheeky look. She nodded if he wanted it so he could fill the corner of the room with herbal smoke if the man wanted. She felt that she ought to explain at least alittle since Kiernan made an effort to check on it.
Her fingers rose to touch her throat where the injuries lingered. She wasn't ready to say the truth but maybe soon. But the attack had been real enough ...and the threat that remained. "I...think have a stalker, you see. A lady with a Russian accent and black hair....She was too fast...to be human." Llyw hadn't even admitted this to Luca yet but it was better to say it as the memory rose up to suddenly haunt her. She shivered, catching her breath, recalling the feel of that cold gliding tongue, "S..she said I think...She was going to find me again....She tasted...my blood..."
[04:31] Kiernan Rourke watched Luca with his pack of smokes and tsk'd behind his teeth. Once Llywellyn had taken the cup he was on his feet and a couple steps toward the Italian, a flick of his fingers making a small tongue of flame pop up... on the tip of his middle finger. He didn't say anything to Luca to offer him the light but there was little else the little fire could be for, given the circumstances.
"Yeah yeah, learnin' what's neeeded," he said as the lady chided him. "It ain't hard it's jus' borin' and half it don't sit right with the way magic works fer one o'me blood anyway." He shrugged. It was easy to move off of the topic of academics when she brought up the stalker, the woman's description darkening his own expression to something of unhappy recognition. "...shite, I think I seen a woman like that," he said, the flame on his finger flaring up a tiny bit. "The Cabaret, some night're two ago. With... er. Couple others," he said with another beat of reluctance and barely smoothed over upset. "Vampire, aye? Bloodsucker anyway, obviously. Ye do smell sweet-like an' all, so... figure they're drawn ta ye. I know - " and he stopped again, grimacing and shaking his head. " - I know they eh, don't all got them weaknesses ta sunlight. Ye figure anythin' out 'bout what gits that one gone, shooty boy?" he asked, finally turning to see if Luca used the light.
[04:37] Luciano lifted his head up and gave a nod. "Her names Yelena. We've met before, I have something of hers now." He smiled back at Llyw as she gave her approval. Withdrawing his zippo from his pocket and pausing at Kiernan offered his finger. Leaning forward and taking a deep inhale as he lit the tip of his smoke. Letting the smell of... Pleasant herbs fill the room. Whatever was in that cigarette, it definitely was not tobacco. "Black dress, black ballet shoes. I recall her wearing a black sun hat occasionally. She used to wear sunglasses, but I have those now. Raven black hair. Pale as a ghost, even... She threw my gun into the water." He grumbled out the last part. Taking a long drag from his ciggy. Plucking it out of his mouth to exhale out a thick plume of white smoke. "Grazie." He replied. As smug and annoying as ever.
"I'm prepared for her next time." He plainly remarked. "I'll hopefully find her before she finds us. You have nothing to fear, my lady."
He looked up at Kiernan and smiled at his questioning. "I've figured something out. She's fast, sure, but there's ways to slow her down. She's easily distracted, I managed to blind her temporarily. I doubt she'll fall for the same trick twice, but her reactions don't match her speed." Luca reached up and gently tended to his nose. Rubbing it softly as he mused over his thoughts. "I did manage to get a good hit on her. She'll be out of commission for a bit, I presume... I crushed her larynx."
He reached into one of his pockets and withdrew a leather bag. Jostling it up and down, revealing the clinking and clattering within. "Caltrops. Take out her speed, get her in close and if I get my hands on her, she won't be able to dart in and out of the fight."
He slowly let his shotgun fall into his off hand. Holding it firmly as he continued to speak. "Silver bullets filled with acid also do *wonders*. Does that answer your question, -Rourke?-"
[04:49] Lady Llywellynn Devoreaux Esher: Llyw was distracted with her tea for a moment, not really noticing the fact Kiernan was shooting Luca a firebird, though she did see the flicker of flame in his hand from her angle. The confession chilled her, the memory filling out into full detail for the first time since the attack. She had been so exhausted and the stress of everything else she had dealt with, especially in November's office....Llyw's creampale skin couldn't hide a flush to save her life, redness creeping into her cheeks as she *refused* to mull over everything that happened in there.
One crisis at a time. She strove to regulating her breathing and regain her composure enough to get back to her first trouble rather than the others. Those words that woman seemed to have just put into her mind or whispered to her, she couldn't remember exactly. But the cold feel of the woman's lips on her bleeding throat was crystal clear. The widow shivering and rubbed at the wound slightly, it was healing up rapidly. Too quick she now knew to be merely human. Another problem to contemplate, there were so many now...
She jerked her head up to stare at the fire fae when he mentioned *vampires*. What little she had read about them seemed to fit the bill of their attacker. But the other things he mentioned was new information for her, "The...Cabaret? I...I smell ...sweet?"
Llwywellyn flushed again, crimson standing out against her pale flesh without any way to hide it. She truly didn't know what to make of that statement.
Luckily Luca paraded his extensive knowledge of implements of destruction in answer to Kiernan's challenge. She had hired the Italian mercenary for good reasons, mostly. But Llyw was just still mostly just sitting in shock. Such basic information, but for some reason she just never knew or couldn't sense it herself, trapped as she was in her cursed perceptions of the worlds she Saw.
[05:14] Kiernan Rourke muttered a little curse under his breath - an expletive, not the hex kind. "Yeah. Yelena. That's the one," he said with a sigh. Luciano's smoke lit, Kiernan doused his firebird and ran the hand through his hair to scratch out his stress on the skin of his scalp. He did not like thinking on the woman or any connections she might have on the island, apparently. "...well looks like yer in good 'nuff hands if he sticks ta yer arse," he said and jerked a thumb the Italian's way. Kiernan resumed his seat on the ground, this time bringing is knees up to tuck behind the crook of his elbows.
"Yeah, sweet. Ye spend 'nuff time around vampires ye get ta know certain smells. Certain... kinds. But I didne mean anythin' rude by it, jus' sayin' it draws 'em to ye more like," he explained, none of the flustered redness on his face that was on the poor proprietary Lady's. Kiernanlifted a hand, his index finger curled to his thumb in a circle, the other three extended in Luciano's direction.
"So say ye two head off somewhere's. What of yer room an' belongings? Ye say he got a thing o'hers, ye want ter hand it over and I kin ward the place against her entry? Least ye'd have a safe spot, less she finds a way ta draw ye out."
[05:22] Luciano grinned and took another drag of his cigarette. "You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you just gave me a *compliment. Awfully kind for someone who seems to hate my guts." He chuckled and shook his head. "And don't worry, I'll stay -very- close to her. I'll be 'sticking to her arse' quite often."
A mischievous glance was sent Llyw's way. He couldn't refrain from his bawdy comments forever. He chuckled and lifted his shotgun up over his shoulder once more. Reaching into one of his vest pockets and taking out a pair of large sunglasses. Waving them in the air towards Kiernan.
"These are Yelenas. Come and get them, if you're not *spooked*, Rourke."
"It's okay to be impressed, by the way. I know, I'm in awe of myself daily. It's normal to be stunned by my greatness."
[05:39] Lady Llywellynn Devoreaux Esher: Luca's reassurances to her pulled her attention back to the two men and Kiernan's apparent stamp of approval of the merc's methods. The unfortunate choice of words from both men was just too much and she made a soft sound of outrage, hardly more than a huff coming from her and crossed her arms with a frown. Llyw's blush lingered though it would be impossible to tell that she was avoiding looking at them both now.
"Really now? Can you *refrain*...." she sighed with the first flicker of irration she had shown, despite all the last troubles, giving a glare to Luca especially, not that he would see it, "...not mentioning my backside, either of you. Please." Her tone was as always soft but there was a mild hint of steel beneath. Just a glimpse of the iron will in her, what had fueled that harrowing scream out of her at the docks that had swept the whole area clean of the dead. Her expressions were hard to read, especially if she was being reticient. For the observant there was more she wanted to discuss but didn't feel comfortable divuling anything further while her *arse* was being commented on. She remained a partial enigma just by the oversized eyegear she wore to help block out the incessant barrage of what she perceived. The tide of it all worn away at her like a river on a stone and she wasn't sure how smooth and small she could get before she was swept away right into the other side...
Most of the conversation concerning the apparent vampire mostly washed over the widow. She didn't have the endurance to keep track of the details at this point. She focused on finishing her tea, only a mild lingering aftertaste of gravedust to deal with. Unfortunately as warded as the campus was, it couldn't keep everything at bay she was all too painfully aware of.
Kiernan's glossing over of what he meant about her scent, she just let it go. She just shook her head with a sigh at Luca's boasting, but she didn't refute him either... She nodded quickly to the fire mage's offer of a ward however, her relief tumbling out, "Oh, yes that would be perfect. I guess I will owe you a whole restaurant eventually..."
[05:43] Kiernan Rourke rolled his eyes. "Aye, it's called recognizin' skill - or prep, or experience, whatever. Ye kin say a good thing about one part of a man without thinkin' well on the whole," he replied. Kiernan got back up with a grunt. He did not hesitate to cross over and take the sunglasses from Luca, meeting the Italian's eyes over the exchange. "I'd be more impressed if ye didne have the personality of a donkey's rear."
Taking the glasses, the Irishman looked them over a couple times. He pursed his lips as he walked around the room, tutting his tongue in thought. The greens of his eyes took on flares of red, moving in the irises as he breathed and gathered his Aether around his hands. "Right then, don't ye laugh," he chided. Then he pulled a piece of white chalk from a pouch of his trousers, around which was twined a fresh sprig of clover. He went to the door first and put the sunglasses against it, drawing their outline and muttering something under his breath before scribbling in curling writing around the image.
The words were hard to make with all the coils and extra loops, but it looked like "Ní cheadaítear" as well as "Fuck off" on repeat. He did the same to the windows, drawing on the panes and not seeming to care much if the chalk actually left a mark. It was the process that seemed to matter to him.
When he was finished he came around and stood by her bedside, then just nodded as if he'd decided and flattened himself to the floor, scooting himself UNDER the bed. If the motions and noises were anything to go by, he was repeating the process with some sort of circle beneath her mattress, under where her head would lay.
[05:49] Luciano "You know, if you have a crush on me you can just say it. That's normal." He gave one last remark before he was abruptly silenced by Llyw's warning. Dropping his head down as he became much more *timid* from the scolding. "Yes my lady." He mumbled. Shifting from foot to foot as he let Kiernan do his work. Refraining from even laughing... Which he particularly wanted to do. Letting out a sigh of frustration as he looked out one of the windows.
[06:10] Llyw mostly ignored the feuding comments flying between the two men. As long as there wasn't a shootout or a firestorm she didn't have the bandwidth left to care. She forced herself to finish the scone but that was all she could make herself eat. Exhaustion pulled at her like quicksand, casting her sight into wobbling lines until she squeezed her eyes shut. A dull ache had settled behind them in recent times, especially after witnessing Drystan's unnatural form for slightly too long. At least he didn't have all the eyes the others possessed but still unsettling all the same, despite his apparent kindness. Now with these two sounding off at each other she didn't have it in her to add to any argument.
She wouldn't laugh even if it was rather amusing to watch the fae set his wards against Yelena with his particular colorful flare. She managed a small smile, but she was sinking back against the pillows so tired she didn't keep track of the whole process. Just feeling the warmth radiating from his workings of magic like soft embers rising from a fire. Only when the boy decided to lay one under her bed did she wake up fully again, feeling the effects rather closer to her *arse* through the mattress than she would ever admit.
She just flushed slightly again, at both the radiated heat from the fae and the Luca finally backing down enough to rein in his innate mockery, at least for a while. Even with all her consternation at the man however, she couldn't help but feel abit better when he said 'my lady'. She might grow to like it too much. He wasn't the only one feeling frustrated though the reasons were no doubt quite different.
"Thank you, Kiernan...You're sweet for helping me." Llyw managed to say once the boy emerged from under her bed, "Next time, my treat, alright?" She was fading again, her small measure of energy soon to be used up again. Clearly she ought to be in a hospital bed but she would of course refuse one. Whatever ailed her was taking a toll over time. Something would have to be done sooner rather than later about it. The brave nature of her smile suggested she was all too aware of that fact.
[06:17] Kiernan Rourke scrambled himself out from underneath the bed, his motions in the process bumping against the rear sinking so tiredly into the mattress. Not that Kiernan noticed, unfortunately. He was too busy dusting off his hands and drawing in a breath and straightening himself up. And as he did where he'd drawn lines seemed to sprout, little sapling-looking vines to trace the lettering and the pictures, as if she had greenery on the surface of her windowpanes and her door. And, one might suspect, under her bed. Then and only then did Kiernan put his chalk away and grin at her. "O'course, s'what friends do. Wish I'd been 'round when it happened, but... kinne change the past. Kin only see ta the forward bit. She won't be comin' in here, that's fer true. Ye'll smell it if she's near... that - sweetness in yer blood. That scent'll be unmistakable. Call - use that device or whatever ye kin do if he ain't 'round, and ye smell sweet. I mean. And there ain't sweets nearby." He grabbed at the blankets and went to cover her back up, patting at her shoulders before moving to the door. "I kin park meself out the hall a ways until one o'th'faculty rats me out ta Dashrix, so... ye git yer rest. Don't go lettin' yer lad shoot holes in the walls aye?"
[06:27] Lady Llywellynn Devoreaux Esher: The Lady blinked at the nature of the fire fae's magic taking hold, never having witnessed the making of a ward before, nor one using such means to make her room seem more of a secret arbor. It did give the otherwise institutional style a certain cozy ambiance. She barely noticed the boy bumping the mattress from below, but the talk of her blood being sweet or the ward smelling sweet, she couldn't tell as her eyes fell closed, her form slumping under the covers as Kiernan patted her with his overly warm hands. "Yeah...friends, I'm glad....you're both..here....Thanks, Kiernan...." she sighed, falling back into the clutching darkness of sleep and the nightmares waiting for her there, her voice falling to a quiet whisper, "...Thanks, Luca...."