folklorist | ϡ - Chapter Forty-Five; an aliment [action|voice|written]

[ When the feed initially comes on there’s merely the sound of pained labored breathing. It’s clear that whoever it on the other end is trying desperately to breathe, but it hardly seems to be working well. There’s another pause as the sound of feet crunching through the snow stops. A deep breath filters through followed by a very agonized, wet, and pained cough, which sounds a bit distant as the afflicted turns away. The voice that comes out is slightly Romanian in accent when the person finally speaks. It's shaky and pained despite the attempts to not sound too much so, as if Helios doesn't want anyone to know his aliment at the moment.]

Ah. It’s snowing. R-Reminds me of when I first arrived here. [ A few moments of soft coughing as he continues to walk through the snow. He isn’t really enjoying the snow as much this time around. ]

I’m s-sorry for taking so long to comeback, they k-kept me a bit longer then expected. [ Helios would be one to apologize amidst having something like this. Another few coughs before there’s some stumbling. His voice is soft and if it wasn’t so quiet out he probably wouldn’t even be heard. But talking loudly is just really far too much for him right how. ] Ah. How long was I away for, exactly? Did we g-get more new arrivals yet? If-if we have I-I suppose a welcome is in o-order. [ Another cough or two as he tries to clear his throat. ] W-Welcome to Luceti, if-if you have just arrived. I hope you g-get...get situated nicely.

[ He sounds out of breath as he tries to get it back. But his chest and lungs just are not cooperating. His panic is thinly masked, because he knows that something is terrible wrong. ]

I’ll be home- [ Another fit of coughing as he tries to steady himself against that tree. Each one sends a tremendous amount of pain through his chest that he really just can’t talk anymore. He’ll switch to writing then instead so as to not worry too many people. ]

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I’ll be home shortly. Raine. I. I don’t think I’ll be able teach at the school for the next few days. [ And with that nothing else comes from him. He would ask for assistance but he doesn't want anyone else to get sick, if they even can. He’s missed so much but it was probably best that he didn’t go to school like this. He’s barely able to stand as is and his chest hurts quite a bit too. If you couldn’t tell Helios is a bit under the weather one look at his pale, slightly damp face will show you everything you need to know. And should you happen across him making his way back through the village from the woods behind C2 you will notice how tired and utterly miserable he looks in that snow. Coughing fits will overtake him slowing his progress back to house 44. ]

((ooc; Helios has come back with TB. It's not contagious (ICly though that won't be known) or able to be cured. But it won't get any better or worse for the week or so that he has it. It's in a fixed state of the later stages of the disease. ))

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[He feels a little bad for insisting, but he'd rather be pushy and have Helios feel better. It's just a scarf. He offers him a soft smile.]

You're not. You're a friend and I lo- I care about you.

[He follows Helios's gaze and oh yeah, there it is.]

Amazing what a little pain relief can do, huh?

[ Helios looks a bit surprised as he turns his attentions towards Max. He can probably piece together what the other man meant to say...

He looks flustered for but a moment before covering himself with that scarf further. He nods and gives a faint smile, coughing lightly from behind the scarf as he does so. ]

Y-Yes. It truly is amazing, that spell of yours.

[Shit. He'd actually... oh hell, he had not meant for that to come out. It was supposed to be nothing, just... just a natural reaction to being around an attractive man who was smart and sweet and... and it was true, wasn't it?

He meets Helios's gaze for a second, a slightly apologetic look on his face because he'd known, Helios had told him, and he'd still fallen hard.]

It works for me. I got hurt fighting possessed Viking re-enactors once and it got me to the hospital. Which was good. I probably shouldn't have been driving.

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[ Yep. He definitely knows what that other word was. And oh dear lord Max still had feelings for him. But it's not like he had any reason not to, after their time together, especially in the hot springs and...

No. No. He really mustn't think about that. His face is getting hotter than it already is. Oh damn the Malnosso and their meddling in people's lives. Helios returns the look with something of understanding and compassion. ]

Goodness Max. You really ought to be more careful. I'm sure there's people in your world who would be rather upset knowing that you almost, ah...got hurt so severely. [ He might sigh, which turns into another cough or two, as he shakes his head. He definitely doesn't mean to sound chiding or anything but that's a scary situation to think about. ]

[Oh god... he wonders if he should mention it, talk about it, except how do you even start that kind of conversation? And what good could come of it?

Helios is blushing and that's good because Max is probably at least as red and... it's pretty damn attractive.

The look that Helios gives him isn't helping. It would be easier if he just laughed or something, but then he wouldn't be Helios, would he?]

I was fine. Thankfully the weapons were blunted. Got a couple of broken ribs. A few cuts and bruises.

[ Knowing these two neither of them will admit it or mention it. Helios is incapable of laughing right now, it might just send him into a coughing fit. Though he does manage one or two short laughs at Max's words. ]

Your definition of fine is a bit...skewed. That hardly sounds f-fine to me. But-but you sound like you knew what you were d-doing.

[Nope. Denial to the core. Because if they talk about it then things might change and he's not willing to risk their friendship over hurt feelings and awkwardness.]

It hurt like hell, but I didn't even have to stay in hospital that time.

I performed the exorcism. It stopped anyone else getting hurt.

[ Even if he kinda, sorta, might be having some residual feelings right now. Especially upon thinking about Valentine's Day. But, no, Max deserved someone who was much more capable than himself. He just had to keep telling himself that and he'd eventually believe it. ]

O-oh well, that's certainly good. I'm glad that you were able to stop it. It must have felt...very rewarding to-to be able to do so.

There's no one else that you could ask for help? I-I mean in the sense that you, ah, form a sort of team with them? It might even be easier on you as well. [ And there's no shame in asking for well needed assistance. ]

[Because ignoring things is always the healthiest way of dealing with things. Maybe it's safer that way.]

At the time it felt mostly like bruises. But yeah, I'm glad I could help. It was a good feeling.

Ah, not really. I mean, I don't think there's many other people do what I do. And I wouldn't want to bother the people I do know.

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