singinghuntress | IC Inbox: Duplicity

( audio . video . text . action )

You have reached the inbox of Rip van Winkle. Leave a message so I can get back to you later~.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only | Expand All

Her touch was gentle as he leaned into it as she considered the troubles getting a full medical examination might entail. "...Perhaps, but, you may need to get a medical examination anyvay to find out vats wrong vith you. A healer uzing zheir...magick could make zhings vorse."

Admittedly, she didn't know much about healers in general. Rip's more familiar with medical examinations and experimentation than Alchemy and Magic. "If Haven vorries you, ve could ask for one in private zomevhere or ask one of zhe Doctors to come to my home for you."

"The trouble is magickal in nature, but... you're probably right. It straddles the line between magick and science and... I'd need to find someone who is familiar with both. As much as I hate to think about it, Doctor Reid is most familiar with this... condition."

Then he sighs and shakes his head. "That's not fair to him--he's been nothing but professional and unbiased this entire time, despite his associations."

At least he wasn't going to argue with her on that part. And..Reid was exactly who she was thinking of going to honestly. Despite who he was associated with and her own issues with the good Doctor in the past, he took his profession seriously from what she's seen...

"I vas just going to suggest him. Ve can insist he doesn't involve anyone else if you like." She hesitated for a moment. "Zhe Ivy voman feels off to me und zhe last I saw of her, she vas vorking on zomezhing zhat..felt pleasant but, she vouldn't let me get near it."

Rip really had no idea what she saw in the workshop she 'politely' got chased out of not that long ago. "Zo if she is your concern, ve can alzo insist on him examining you zomevhere not Haven."

Azwel rubs a hand over his face. "As much as I'd prefer he make a house call, so to speak, I suspect we'll need access to the machinery they have there. And to further complicate the issue, I may have to involve her, as she has access to..." Here, he stops, then blinks at Rip as the fact finally catches up to his rambling thoughts.

"When did you go over there?"

She frowned a little and thought back. "...Around zhe time you discovered zhe portal in zhe basement I zhink. I vas poking around und zhere vas something in her vorkshop zhat felt..nice. I followed zhe feeling und she vasn't thrilled."

Rip took a few moments to think back on that particular conversation. It had been a strange one by her standards but, informative in its own way.

"Und vat exactly does she have access to zhat vould be useful?"

Oh, so she's still mucking about with it? He leans back into the sofa.

"She has access to the Spirit Sword shard--what's left of Palindrome. She was distilling something from a few grains of it. That must be what you sensed."

Rip frowned a little. "Zhat vas from your veapon? She said it vas a serum she had been vorking on.. Zomething about crystals und purifying energies." There was a faint tilt of her head as she shifts to lean against his side.

"She claimed it vould be used to cure sicknesses."

"That's one of the things the Spirit Sword could--can do. It can purify energies. Remove corruption. It's... it's difficult to explain. A great deal of energy work is intuitive. Much more magick than science."

He goes silent for a moment. "I may need to reclaim it."

"Reclaim it?" She frowned faintly. "You mean steal it back." At least that's how she's interpreting this.

"Vell, if zhats zhe case. I may be able to help."

"If it comes to that, then I may have to. But I should like to avoid legal entanglements, if for no other reason than I don't wish to make things difficult for Jennifer."

Another sigh. "I'll see if I can get Doctor Reid to speak on my behalf, first."

She nodded slightly before resting her head on his shoulder. "My offer of helping still stands. I can alvays try to handle Ivy if you need to. She's brutal vith zhat sword but, I am built to vithstand a lot more zhan people realize."

Now more than ever actually.. She smirks faintly before turning her head to press her face against his shoulder. The secrets she has to keep...

"Besides, Zhe best vay to handle zhe good doctor iz to appeal to his professional curiosity. Do zhat und you vill haf his attention und compliance."

If there was anyone he knew who could fight that woman, it'd likely be Rip. He'd like to watch it, but mainly because he'd like to watch Ivy being torn to shreds by his favourite person.

Azwel's priorities are very strange, sometimes.

He rests his head on hers and gives a quiet huff of laughter. "Very true. Very much like me in some respects."

They were good strange priorities to have. As long as Rip's head and heart remained intact, she could take a fair amount of damage. However, her specialty was long range so, whether she tore Ivy apart or shot her dead from a distance was the debatable part.

She smiled slightly. "I'll haf to keep zhat in mind if I ever need to lure you zomevhere~. Zhough, I doubt I'll ever haf to go to zhat length."

"No," he answers softly. "You wouldn't have to do much to lure me anywhere, really."

He's glad he's got all that out of his system, and that he has something resembling a plan, but... oh, he's still so tired, and... she feels so good even just to rest against. He gives a long but quiet yawn.

"Mmmmm, for instance, why don't you lure me to your bed?" Really, Azwel? "Though I can't promise--" another yawn, "I'd be very entertaining at the moment."

Somehow, she wasn't surprised that being lured to her bed was his request with how tired he was. She nodded before leaning in to kiss him briefly before moving to get up. "Gladly und I vouldn't vorry too much about entertaining me~. I just like hafing you near me."

Which was very true. She felt happier and calmer with him next to her. It was also easier for her to fall asleep.. and considering her own issues sleeping at times, it was a pleasant treat for her.

Azwel peels himself from the sofa. "I'm glad we're of the same mind," he murmurs. "I sleep so well with you near."

He pauses to push his shoes off with one foot and then the other, wobbling only a little as he does so. He doesn't bother with the rest of his clothes, though. He just makes his way to the bed and drops himself onto it. However, he waits for her to join him, and slips his arms around her when she does.

She smiles as she waits for him, ready to steady him as if he needs it before following him to the bedroom. Once he's dropped into bed, she crawls in and curls up with him. Her back presses against his chest as he slips his arms around her as she settles in.

Already Rip's relaxing just feeling his heartbeat against her back. "You should stay over more often... maybe zhen I vill actually sleep."

Said heartbeat is already calm and unhurried, a gentle, sleepy pulse. It seems he's feeling better, now, despite the weariness. "Perhaps I should," he answers softly. "Sleep deprivation doesn't do anyone any good, after all. Besides, I'm starting to dislike sleeping alone."

Her hand slips down to rest on one of his before lacing her fingers with his and giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "Zo am I."

She pressed back against him as she closes her eyes and lets his presence soothe her for now. "I don't haf zhe nightmares anymore, but, I'm restless most nights...unless I am sharing a bed vith you or my dominant."

"'S'good to hear... that the nightmares are gone." He can't really comment on her relationship with her Dominant--he's a connexion to her homeworld and a fellow vampire and Azwel can tell they have a very specific kind of bond. There's space for Azwel, so he's content.

He yawns again and snuggles in close, mind already drifting. "'M'glad you're sleeping. 'S'good for the brain." He gives a deep sigh and goes quiet, the arm draped over her growing heavy. He wasn't lying when he said he wouldn't be very interesting.

There was definitely space for Azwel in her life. Her bond with Alucard was.. strange and unique in its own way. Besides, in a very literal way Alucard owned her soul while Azwel very much possessed her heart.

Rip could say something about how she rarely ever slept when she was left alone or.. even that she's gone days or weeks without sleep because of her insomnia. But, the feel of him drifting off behind her had Rip relaxing and closing her eyes. She removed her glasses and settled against him. Very soon she was a sleep next to him, pretty much dead to the world as they slept.

Several hours pass in which they dream their separate dreams. This really is a better arrangement for Azwel, as he doesn't stir at all. He seems so very calm and relaxed.

Eventually, however, his eyes do flick open. He yawns and stretches. Oh, that was a nice little nap. He snuggles up behind Rip again, one hand toying with a lock of her hair. He can't bring himself to wake her up, not when she seems so peaceful.

Having several hours of peaceful sleep with no nightmares and not suddenly waking up feeling restless was.. a rare treat for her. Rip rarely ever got to sleep like this unless someone she trusted was beside her. Especially with how vulnerable she was while sleeping..

The bed shifts beneath her, causing her to stir as he stretches out. Rip lingers in that hazy in between of sleep and wakefulness for a few moments longer as he snuggles up behind her. She can even feel the faint tugging on her hair as she slowly works on waking up more and more.

Once she reaches that moment of slowly waking up, her eyes slowly open and she remains relaxed against him, enjoying the feel of him against her back and the way his heart soothed her. Though now that she was awake again, so was her hunger....

Since he's behind her he doesn't notice. But that's all right. He is far too warm and comfortable. She feels wonderful pressed against him like this. His hand slides slowly to her hip and rests there, warming the skin. He softly kisses the back of her head, breathing in the scent of her hair.

She smiles slightly as she feels his hand on her hip and the kisses to her hair. This might just be her favorite way to wake up from now on. The scent of her hair is a delicate balance of vanilla, old books and a hint of blood buried beneath the other two more prevalent scents.

Eventually she shifts to glance over her shoulder at him with a smile. The feel of his heart against her back just reminding her its been awhile since she's fed. At least now she had more control over her hunger..

"Morning.." Just ignore the fact that they can't really tell what time of day it is with the blackout blinds in her bedroom.