BurningWillows
Pulsar
- Joined
- Jul 14, 2014
- Location
- Canada
Eli looked rough for wear; his movements were sluggish, and his eyes hadn't opened fully yet. Ashlin didn't want to admit she'd studied him for any fraction of a time -watching him when he wasn't looking- but the blonde wasn't easing off and it was beginning to irritate Ash.
"Let him wake up?" Ash snapped, stepping forward, "Maybe ease off and let the guy get out of bed."
Again she contemplated just storming out, leaving this mess in Eli's hands. And again her foolish heart held a fraction of sympathy for him as he struggled to wake. She wondered momentarily if his second of kindness the night before had anything to do with it. She'd never seen him heal a person...however she didn't see him all that frequently.
The woman rolled her eyes, "Just because he was great sex and you passed out beside him doesn't mean your anything to him now, little girl. You're pretty and all, but that's where it ends with him. I suggest running back along to your brothel."
Grinding her teeth, Ash's temper flared. Fucking bitch.
"This beauty doesn't come from a fucking brothel," Ashlin snapped, "And if it did, I would've gotten paid. At least. Now take a fucking step back and let him wake up, or I'll show you what this pretty little thing can do."
Well now I've stuck my foot in it, Ashlin realized, knowing she'd let her anger overcome reason.
Moving to sit beside Elijah, she checked his temperature discreetly. She'd healed plenty of adults and children with her powers, and if Elijah needed a magic boost, she'd provide it. The alcohol had worn off in her sleep, and while she had a dull ache in the back of her brain, her power was flowing smoothly through her again.
Gently she placed her hand on his shoulder, not casting any spell but simply sending pure white energy into him. Her magic. She wasn't sure if it would work, but if his exhaustion came from depletion, sparing a little to him would help Elijah get onto his feet quicker, and hopefully shut the blonde up.
"Your whipped," the woman laughed, her voice melodious and sinister, "Child, you are delusional. You understand he's half demon, half angel? You do get that he cares nothing for you? Soft hands on his skin won't help him. The guy looks drunk, probably wasted in a place like this. What Elijah needs is a kick in the ass and a cold shower."
Well this woman knew him personally. Ashlin had guessed at first that Eli had ticked her off in some way, but by how much she knew, Ash guessed they had crossed paths more than once. Briefly Ashlin wondered how many other women Elijah treated just like he treated her. The thought brought bile to her mouth.
Just make sure he's okay then get out.
But magic couldn't be sped up. It trickled through her, warming her hand as it seeped into him. Ashlin was forcing it out, something she hated doing because it left an empty pit in her stomach the rest of the day. Sure the magic would replenish eventually, but until then she'd have to stick to simpler spells.
"What he needs is me," Ashlin argued back, "I'm not some daft fool thinking we are in love. But the man is drained; he needs a boost and I'm giving it to him. And don't call me child. It's Ashlin."
The woman's mouth lifted in a half sneer, half amused grin, "Valeraine. You're gutsy amidst two demons. You like to pick the fiery ones, hmm Eli?"
Ash opened her mouth to retort but Valeraine continued, "Well if she wants to stick around, be my guest. I only came to warn you Elijah. I've spent enough of my time wasted on trying to make you coherent, so let your toy here relay the message. Searrinna is looking for you. Probably already here, but that's not my issue."
Vale strolled to the bedroom door, glancing back at the hopeless girl and Elijah, "Careful little girl. You're playing a mighty risky game."
With that she strolled out, leaving the door wide open. She made it halfway down the stairs when a familiar scent crossed her nose. Valeraine didn't pause; she continued walking, nodding at the silhouette of a woman standing in the shadows of the bar.
"Well played," Vale whispered, knowing she could hear.
Striding out into the morning sun, Vale found her heading and started walking towards the richer side of town. She needed a contract, one that would get her mind off of these dramatic dealings, and one that would pay handsomely too.