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Post by Soprano on Apr 17, 2011 19:52:31 GMT -6
Fatima really hadn’t meant to make Madeleine sick; she was just trying to flirt. Her eyes widened as it became quickly evident that Maddy wasn’t lying when she said she hadn’t eaten. That was good at least; bile was a lot easier to clean up. Fatima grabbed her towel and put it on the ground to cover up the mess and begin cleaning it up.
She took Madeleine by the hand and tried to scoot her over to the other side of the bed. She then quickly threw on a shirt she had laid out.
“Fina, are you okay? Are you feeling sick?” she fussed, grabbing a book to fan her with.
It was a bit frustrating that the moment Fatima started putting on the heat, Madeleine got sick, but Fatima wasn’t sure if she should connect the two events and had to find out first more information.
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lillium
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Post by lillium on Apr 17, 2011 20:54:26 GMT -6
Madeleine hadn't realized she was crying until she felt the hot tears against her face. She quickly wiped them away so that Fatima wouldn't see them and allowed Fatima to move her to the other side of the bed.
She knew Fatima hadn't meant to make her sick. After all, the only one who knew what had happened was Zed, and he didn't even know about her complete aversion to sex- After all, he hadn't tried to 'put the moves on her,' as they say.
"I-I saw one of my c-co-workers have his soul be e-eaten by a succu. . Succubus," Madeleine stammered out. "A-and it st-stole my form, my appearance. ." She tried to swallow her anxiety and fear and tears and disgust, and took more deep breaths.
"He was shriveled up," she continued. "Shriveled up completely and it was disgusting. . It just took his soul right there in front of me."
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Post by Soprano on Apr 17, 2011 21:18:14 GMT -6
Fatima set down the book she was fanning Madeleine with when she started to talk about why she got sick. Fatima’s eyes shot up to her hairline. If she had known that, she would have been a lot more patient with her. Now Fatima felt kind of bad that she had gone and been so upfront.
“Oh…, I had no idea,” Fatima said, helplessly.
She quickly whipped a handkerchief off of her desk and pressed it into Madeleine’s hand. It was her last one, but it was going to mop up a very worthy cause. Talking wasn’t her strong point, but acting was. Action was the best way that was going to clean up the mess and make Madeleine feel better.
“Fina, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to trigger anything,” she said, “Do you need some water?”
Fatima was selfishly glad that her seal breaking had nothing to do with demons or with emotional trauma. She had a permanent sprinting handicap and that was it.
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lillium
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He Who Fights Monsters
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Post by lillium on Apr 17, 2011 21:51:05 GMT -6
"It's alright," Madeleine said weakly. "You're the only one who knows about this. Zed knows what happened, but he doesn't know the effects. ." She trailed off, and shrugged. Oh god, this was embarrassing. She felt really bad, vomiting all over Fatima's carpet.
She gladly accepted the handkerchief and took her glasses off before setting them next to her on the bed. She wiped her eyes dry and clutched onto the piece of cloth, her hands shaking, before putting her glasses back on. Madeleine could see without them, but things were blurry and it was much easier being able to wear glasses.
"I forgive you," Madeleine said honestly and nodded. "Some water would be great, please. ." She folded her hands into her lap and continued to clutch the handkerchief, trying to ignore the pool of vomit on the ground and how bad this had gone and how she had just humiliated herself.
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Post by Soprano on Apr 17, 2011 22:28:41 GMT -6
Fatima frowned, “You don’t have to worry, I’m not a fofoca or anything,” she assured her, meaning she wasn’t about to blab to everyone.
She honestly felt bad and could appreciate how embarrassing this was for her. Fatima immediately got up and left the room for a moment, she returned a few moments later with a plastic cup of water. She offered it to Madeleine.
While she was out in the hall, she was thinking that she’d at least be a good friend to Madeleine if she couldn’t do anything more; for the sake of Madeleine’s nerves and maybe Fatima’s carpet, too.
“Are you feeling a little better now?” Fatima asked, still feeling like she had to fuss over Madeleine.
She let Madeleine breathe a little bit on the very next thought and tried to clean up the mess on her carpet. She felt a little like she was several places at once.
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Post by lillium on May 2, 2011 18:20:29 GMT -6
"Okay, thanks," Madeleine mumbled. Her hands were folded in her lap and she was staring down, trying not to be too embarrassed or rude or anything. She felt really bad about throwing up all over Fatima's carpet, really bad. She ran her fingers through her hair and took some deep breaths. Deep breaths. That was what would make her feel better, make her head stop feeling so light.
"Thanks," Madeleine said before accepting the cup of water and taking a sip of it. The cool water felt good and tasted good and helped mitigate that awful taste in her mouth. She smiled weakly up at Fatima and nodded.
"A bit, yeah. Uhm, thanks again for helping me. . I'm sorry about throwing up everywhere," she said. Madeleine rubbed her eyes and continued with her deep breaths. Be zen or something, she told herself.
This really sucked. She didn't want to throw up every time someone came onto her, especially not if it was someone she was actually attracted to!
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