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 Its scary in the dark, Jahaan
ILIYA ANTONOV
 Posted: Jun 4 2017, 09:02 AM
15
years old
Samavia
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The soul survivor of the Antonov coven who were murdered by the Masons.
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My consolation
The weather was atrocious, the winter having brought in a great swirling mass of sleet and snow, winds howling and frigid temperatures clinging to the air. Ordinarily, Iliya wouldn't have thought much of the weather. It didn't tend to bother him when he was all snuggled up in bed in the warmth and safety of the Antonov house. But after everything that had happened, being as fresh and raw as it was, being in this strange, dark little place, where the walls rattled and the wind easily found ways through the house, letting the temperature drop and shivers run down his spine, Iliya could not stand it.

With some effort, he rolled himself out of bed and plodded down quietly into the workshop. To his surprise, it was already looking towards daylight. It seemed the storm had just left a looming gloom over the country as it settled under a darkened sky. The little witch sat himself at the window and rested his arms upon the sill, sighing as he observed out of the window as rain pattered against it.

He didn't particularly want to go outside, not in that weather. But he didn't want to stay in here either. There was too much familiarity around this place. This eerie sense of belonging and being totally alien now that everything felt so very different. Iliya glanced his eyes aside as he raised a fingertip, concentrating enough to make a small glowing little orb appear just above it. He swizzled his finger about, and then flicked the orb so it bounced upon the windowsill, which he began to run up and down with the edge of his finger.

Jahaan had always told him to be careful with his magic, to avoid doing it too overtly, now Iliya didn't know if he should do it at all. He wanted to practice, it was one of the few things to help keep his mind distracted. But he understood all too well the danger of being caught.

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JAHAAN DAHL
 Posted: Sep 7 2017, 03:01 PM
29
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He was supposed to be working. The shop had been built well with the store below and the small sleeping quarters above. If he worked quietly enough he knew he would not wake Iliya. Still, he kept staring at the same leather strap, meant to be a belt soon, without much more effort than that. He could see where he had marked the strap, where it needed to be thinned and cut. He'd been as always precise and careful. Yet now Jahaan was having a hard time even finding the strength to work.

His wound was probably infected. Jahaan had tried his best to hide how hurt he was from Iliya. the boy had enough to worry about. Still, if he did not do something about the pain he would surely pass out and make things worse for the boy. The last thing he wanted was for Iliya to have to run out for help. Timidly grabbing the hem of his shirt Jahaan lifted it up to see a battered black, blue and purple rib cage. He saw some yellow too which he hoped meant the bruises were healing. On further inspection though it seemed to be puss gathered at the edge of his deep cut. Gross.

He had not had the energy to change forms since the fire. He figured if he really meant to be useful to Iliya he would have to take better care of himself. He supposed he could seal the wound with fire but the thought made him shiver. One, he would have little to no idea what he was doing, two, the wound was already infected. He would have to find his way to a doctor-

The sudden burst of light in the workroom had his mind scramble. He'd thought for a moment someone had broken in. It was still too early for customers and who knew what the Mason hunting clan knew of their workshops? His heart raced as he followed the light to its source, sighing out when he realized it was only Iliya playing around, "I thought you were an intruder. I almost hit ya with this belt." He sat down next to the young boy watching as he moved the ball of light around. Iliya was still young enough to have such light magic about him. It soothed Jahaan a bit until he met the boy's eyes.

Gulping down his doubts he put the leather strap down and faced Iliya more directly, "I need you to help me with something. Don't freak out..." lifting his shirt he showed Iliya the wound at his side.

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ILIYA ANTONOV
 Posted: Oct 1 2017, 06:19 PM
15
years old
Samavia
Legacy holder
Lost
Clingy
about
The soul survivor of the Antonov coven who were murdered by the Masons.
GM is Offline
Kristian Kostov
GMT
14
posts


My consolation
When Jahaan approached, Iliya half-expected to be told off for using his magic, but instead he recieved no such thing to the boy's surprise. Sheepishly, he decided to continue toying with the magic ball, just to see if he could. He seemed to have just about enough control about it, and if Jahaan wasn't telling him to stop, Iliya felt he shouldn't. Not yet. He needed to get some practice in, surely? Wouldn't that be what his parents would have wanted?

Or perhaps anger was not on Jahaan's mind, as he sat down rather stiffly beside Iliya, catching the boy's attention, as he caught the ball and looked at the shifter curiously. Being told not to freak out was a pretty hopeless way of calming the small witch down as his eyes widened and he let out an involuntary noise, halfway between a gasp and a cry to see the state of the wound in Jahaan's side. Was that still from the attack? Suddenly a flurry of thoughts and feelings washed over Iliya, his fallen family, blood everywhere and feeling so very, very sick. Iliya felt light-headed and gripped the edge of the bench to stop himself from fainting entirely, as the colour drained from his face and he felt he might be sick.

Iliya was already shaking as he looked up to Jahaan, his eyes wide with sick and worry and threatening tears. He had already lost everyone else, he couldn't bear to lose Jahaan too. And here he was worrying about a stupid bit of magic! When Jahaan was here suffering from some kind of infection! The little witch felt dreadful, and not just from the nausea that had overcome him as he looked between the wound and Jahaan's face. "Wh-what---?" was all he managed to splutter, before he felt his throat tense up and tears trickling over his eyelashes and he began to cry, unable to help himself. This was supposed to be over. They were supposed to somehow be fixing this. What was he going to do without Jahaan by his side?

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JAHAAN DAHL
 Posted: Nov 6 2017, 02:46 PM
29
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Samavia
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"Iliya..." Jahaan couldn't think of words to get the little witch to stop crying. Crying wouldn't help but he supposed the kid was due for a breakdown. He'd been strong, stronger than Jahaan had ever thought Iliya could be in his youth and his tragedy. Taking a few deep breaths he opened his arms so Iliya could come closer to him, "I need you to find me a doctor that will not ask too many questions. I do not like the idea of you going out there alone but I will only slow you down if I go with you. It might be more suspicious to have a kid carrying a horse of a man than if you go out on your own."

He hated this. Jahaan was supposed to take care of Iliya, not the other way around. Whoever had taken their families from them had been after the Antonov's. Most importantly they could have still been out there trying to finish the job. He patted the boy's hair down wincing a bit as the effort stretched his wound out a bit, "I know you can do this. I would not ask it if I did not think you could do it." He seemed so unbelievably small to Jahaan lately as if a strong wind could come and blow him away. His heart was racing at the thought of this being a huge mistake.

"You had older siblings," he began, not entirely sure where he was going, "that they wanted to pair me with. It never worked out because I was meant to be with you. I will protect you, Iliya, I swore I would and I meant it. I need your help right now..." He trailed off feeling his eyes water. He was not particularly emotional though. If felt more like allergies spiking. He was so hot, the sweat beads were trickling down his temples like a stream.

"Be careful out there, do not stay too long in one place," He fought the urge the pass out. If Iliya watched him he'd never leave the workshop to get help. Eyes going in and out of focus he faked a grin, "I'm glad it was you. Go now, please."

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ILIYA ANTONOV
 Posted: Dec 26 2017, 04:30 PM
15
years old
Samavia
Legacy holder
Lost
Clingy
about
The soul survivor of the Antonov coven who were murdered by the Masons.
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Kristian Kostov
GMT
14
posts


My consolation
Iliya knew Jahaan was right. Of course Jahaan was right, he was always right. But that didn't mean Iliya could stop the tears as he weakly clung to the man, terrified that if he let him go he would disappear into the night. He couldn't bear that thought. He had already he lost everyone. The only person he had left was Jahaan. The only family he had left. He couldn't lose that. He couldn't be on his own. He just... couldn't.

The little witch often wondered if Jahaan should have been with someone who wasn't him. Might have been better as as someone else's familiar. Perhaps he would have done. But as Jahaan said, he was all Jahaan had left as well. Weakly, Iliya lifted his head, tears streaming down his face as he looked at the out of focus eyes of his familiar. "I-...I'll be as quick as I can..." he whimpered miserably.

Wobbling up to his feet, Iliya leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the top of Jahaan's head, still sniffling and wibbling with tears, he wiped his eyes and grabbed his scarf and gave one last look as he stood by the door, before stepping out into the cold and the dark. He needed to be quick, for Jahaan's sake. But where to start? A doctor that would not ask too many questions?

Iliya shivered, feeling the tears already beginning to freeze against his cheeks. He hugged his arms about himself and stepped into the snow, feeling the heavy crunch under his light footstep. The wind was howling and the snow collected upon cheeks and greyed his dark hair while he set off into the cold and hoped and prayed and wished that maybe he might come across a doctor soon. A doctor who wouldn't ask too many questions. Soon. Jahaan was counting on him.

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JAHAAN DAHL
 Posted: Jan 23 2018, 02:36 PM
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He watched Ilya go, a strange sense of pride in his chest. Or was he just getting sicker? He chanced a look down at his wound only to feel himself grow sicker. It was so gross to look at. He'd never thought of himself as squeamish but having something look that sick on his own body made him feel lightheaded. If he survived this it would take ages to heal and he would scar. He supposed he should care more about surviving it but he could not help the other worries. His perfect body would be no more...

By the time he came to he felt tons better. It seemed from one thought to the next he had passed out. He blinked a few times wondering where he was. It was kind of embarrassing that his last thoughts before dozing off had been so selfish. He tried not to think about it too much, "wheremmmah," he managed to say. His tongue felt numb against the inside of his mouth. It was then a woman hovered over him, placing a hand on his forehead, "Hello, Jahaan, you are in my office. You are suffering from an infected wound. Your little friend here was kind enough to fetch you help." Jahaan looked over to where the woman had pointed his little friend was. There was Ilya looking so very nervous. He'd done it, he'd saved him. Jahaan had not really had any doubts but he felt proud all the same. He smiled at the boy, "...good choice, she's pretty."

Though the lady doctor smiled politely he could tell she was not too pleased with his words. she turned to speak to Ilya, "he's going to be a bit loopy for a time. The medicine I gave him numbed the pain but it makes the mind a bit loose." That explained to Jahaan why he was seeing different shapes and colors all over the room.

Giggling, he turned to the lady doctor, "you should give me more. I want to see something weird."

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ILIYA ANTONOV
 Posted: Jan 28 2018, 06:23 PM
15
years old
Samavia
Legacy holder
Lost
Clingy
about
The soul survivor of the Antonov coven who were murdered by the Masons.
GM is Offline
Kristian Kostov
GMT
14
posts


My consolation
Iliya lingered on a chair near the door. Perched like a little sparrow. Feet tucked up under him and his arms around his legs, chin settled on his knees as he looked through tear-filled eyes at Jahaan who finally had come to. A wave of relief overcame him, when a mumbling reply escaped the man. A wash of thankfulness and hope and gratitude. It seemed the countless prayers and wishes and swears of what he would do in exchange for saving Jahaan's life had been answered. Though he scarcely thought about what promises his made at this time. Just thankful Jahaan was breathing and talking.

Though he supposed Jahaan flirting with the doctor suggested he was well enough, that didn't exactly fill Iliya with any amount of confidence. He half expected the man to be flirting with a beautiful lady even on his death bed if he could. Thankfully, it seemed Jahaan would be alright. But the little witch still felt the pit in his stomach and the tears in his eyes. He had been so sure he had been too late. When they found Jahaan slumped in the shop, pale and unconscious, Iliya had thought the worst, and had spent the entire trip to the Doctor's office petrified that the one person he had left in the whole world was dead.

He tucked his face briefly away, going a little pink at the suggestion the doctor was pretty. Iliya supposed she was, now that he thought about it. But it certainly hadn't been on his mind when he scrambled through the dark and the poor weather and came upon the office purely by happenstance, barely able to string a coherent sentence together save for a copious amount of pointing and desperate pleading. "You should be thinking of getting better" Iliya mumbled, his voice small and meek, hesitant and laden with misery. He couldn't believe he was having to be the adult here. But here he was. He didn't feel like an adult at all. He just wanted to curl up and wish everything away. But if he did that. Maybe Jahaan would be wished away too...

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