05-28-2018, 11:28 AM
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The smell of sickness was not an easy thing to mask in the crips air of the Observatory. No flowers grew within its walls to mask the stench, so it was no surprise that Suiteheart stepped forward to join Bastille. A concerned look touched her delicate features as her baby blues swept over Lunafreya and the mess of her room. It was never good to have someone sick, and it was even worse because it was Luna. Luna was often a prominent member of the Ascendants, and with all that was happening as of late, Suite prayed they were not about to lose someone to fucking sickness. "You look like hell," she breathed, stepping forward to examine her more closely.
Suite would nod at Bastille's question, but she would allow Luna to speak for herself. The flushed look on the other's face was not a good sign. She chalked it up to fever, however, and when she noted how the other seemed to be sweating, she arched an eyebrow. Didn't that usually mean a fever was breaking? She tried to recall at the books she had read that were stored in the Cleric's quarters, but she couldn't. Damn, Rad needed to hurry up and get the hell back here. She'd already let Starrynight die. Who the hell else was going to kick the bucket while their healer was absent?
Realizing her expression had twisted into something sharp and angry, she shook her head and returned it to a look of warmth and concern. "Luna, why don't you lie down, huh? I think you've stayed up way passed your bedtime," the Cosmic General chuckled, trying to draw humor into this situation. [color=#99182C][b]"Sleep's your bodies natural way of fighting off sickness. Maybe you just need a good, long nap... But tell us, what's wrong?"
The smell of sickness was not an easy thing to mask in the crips air of the Observatory. No flowers grew within its walls to mask the stench, so it was no surprise that Suiteheart stepped forward to join Bastille. A concerned look touched her delicate features as her baby blues swept over Lunafreya and the mess of her room. It was never good to have someone sick, and it was even worse because it was Luna. Luna was often a prominent member of the Ascendants, and with all that was happening as of late, Suite prayed they were not about to lose someone to fucking sickness. "You look like hell," she breathed, stepping forward to examine her more closely.
Suite would nod at Bastille's question, but she would allow Luna to speak for herself. The flushed look on the other's face was not a good sign. She chalked it up to fever, however, and when she noted how the other seemed to be sweating, she arched an eyebrow. Didn't that usually mean a fever was breaking? She tried to recall at the books she had read that were stored in the Cleric's quarters, but she couldn't. Damn, Rad needed to hurry up and get the hell back here. She'd already let Starrynight die. Who the hell else was going to kick the bucket while their healer was absent?
Realizing her expression had twisted into something sharp and angry, she shook her head and returned it to a look of warmth and concern. "Luna, why don't you lie down, huh? I think you've stayed up way passed your bedtime," the Cosmic General chuckled, trying to draw humor into this situation. [color=#99182C][b]"Sleep's your bodies natural way of fighting off sickness. Maybe you just need a good, long nap... But tell us, what's wrong?"
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[glow=black,10,100]GOT MY DEGREE IN THE GUTTER,[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]MY HEART BROKEN IN THE DORMS OF THE IVY LEAGUE