The Still of the Night [David]

[Kyrie Blaze]

Caution was warranted.

With the bracelets removed, there was no telling just how David would cope, or even if he would. She could watch from afar during the day, but ultimately she also had her own tasks to accomplish. The night made things easier for so many reasons, but also because she could linger for some time and monitor what was going on...in her own way.

The dark hall was easy enough to see in, and Kyrie remained in her relaxed pose, holding the wall up.

Just listening, with her head bowed beneath her hood, arms loosely crossed.

[David B.]

"ARAAAAAAAH-!"

David work up with a scream, wind blasting out from his form as a hand outstretched. The nightmare carried into the day, memories flooding his minds eye to stain the hand red with the blood of the bodies he'd planted. They lay the foundation of the world today, but the sudden return of the horrors he'd wrought was...challenging.

Bringing a hand back, he palmed his face, which was covered in sweat. Images floated in front of him, dead eyes, looking up at him. Turning to sit on the edge of the bed, David bent down and grabbed the bucket her kept there.

He proceeded to empty his bowels.

[Kyrie Blaze]

While it wasn’t the first time she’d stood just down the hall at night - some might think it creepy but there was purpose in it - it was the first time she’d heard him scream. That tortured sound, coupled with the distinct popping of her ears with a sudden shift in air pressure, immediately caused her head to whip up and towards the door.

Alarm drove her forward but caution held her back a safe distance from the door, and her ears strained, catching a slight, scrambling scrape and then the distinct sounds of a person throwing up.

The blonde receded a few quiet steps and resumed her previous pose, though one could say she was relaxed she was also much more engaged than she had been. No more mellow, half-lidded gaze but alert.

Kyrie was listening for some sign...that David would go over and do something he would regret.

She was, essentially, waiting to stop him if that was the case.

[David B.]

"Conor...come Conor...where are you, boy?"

His voice was kind, but searching.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Conor.

The name ravaged old wounds in her heart. Layers upon layers of grief. The blonde pressed her teeth together and moved her jaw back and forth, deliberating to the faint grind of her teeth.

For the moment, she held her non-verbal silence.

If he was dreaming again...

[David B.]

He threw up again, and this time, Kyrie would hear tears.

"Conor....come back...Conor my son..."

Another breath of wind would roll out past her, searching, searching, then it went still.

"Please..."

He set the pail down, and footsteps could be heard. Deep breaths, deep breaths.

"Don't let it control you. Don't let it take you back, David. Let it run wild, but contain the area. Focus. God. Focus."

Sobs were shuddered in between words, here and there.

[Kyrie Blaze]

No. No, he was definitely awake.

The blonde swallowed, but the gust of wind by her told her...that he would know someone was there, standing in the hall.

She listened, wondering if she should let him work through it - he had to, because she already did - on his own or if she should speak up. Conor would always be loved and grieved over, but she had come to accept his passing. She lived with it.

A few more moments, she would give him.

[David B.]

"RRRRAAAAAAAAHHHH FUUUUUCK-!"

Lightning crashed out of the room, and enough wind force to push Kyrie back, making her feel like she was walking headlong into a hurricane. If a bolt of lightning touched her, she'd feel intense pain (damage 87) as the sub storm went on for a few short seconds before cutting out. Then, the creaking of a chair. David stepped out into the hall, covered with sweat, and would look around. He was buck naked, but didn't seem to care. In his right hand was a sword, which he flipped to face down and stabbed into the concrete and wood of the floor.

He'd stand again and spit to the side.

"I need mouthwash."

[Kyrie Blaze]

This was precisely the reason she stood down the hall and not right at the door. So, fortunately she wasn't struck by any errant bolts of lightning...and that was mostly because the hurricane-like gale abruptly pushed her back down the hall, head over heels, until she managed to roll into a crouch and keep low. Thankfully, it also died down rather quickly, saving her the hassle of using her qi blades to scuttle along the floor and put an end to the outburst, somehow.

Kyrie stood with a soft breath, watching David step from the room.

An eyebrow lifted before falling again as she took in his general state. She was on guard without actually withdrawing her sword, though her gauntleted hand had resumed its comfortable position of rest over the hilt.

"Is that all you need..?"

Never hurt to ask.

[David B.]

"Water. Food."

He looked down at himself. Ah. Right. He was in the nude. He brought his eyes back up and responded in a confident, almost defiant way.

"Yeah, that's all."

He grinned, and turned around to give her a little glimpse of the moon before walking back inside his room to find himself adequate clothing.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Well, it wasn't like she was against him being naked, or anything, even if he didn't remember. But, there he was, all the same. A bit more of his old self, shining through.

"Mouthwash, food, water. Hopefully not in that order, but you are a grown man If you want to do the mouthwash before eating, I just will not bring an orange."

She turned, willing to do him a favour, in the mean time, having considered him stable enough. It would be a little while before she returned with the procured desires. The food was light fare, considering he'd gone through the trouble of throwing up...pretty much everything remaining in his stomach, she wagered. There was no sense in giving him something heavy in the off-chance his insides were still in disagreement. Otherwise, she'd brought a pitcher and glass.

...and mouthwash.

"David..?"

[David B.]

The door was open a crack, and she's find David setting a newly cleaned pail by his bed. He wore gray sweats and a white tank, his hair and face slightly wet from a light wash.

"Yes, come in."

Once she did, he'd walk over, pushing himself off the bed to come up to her and take the mouthwash first. He'd step into the bathroom, and she'd hear the standard noise that came with mouthwash. He spat, then rinsed his mouth several times before emerging. If she was still holding the plates, he'd take them from her gently, walking them over to a desk he had by the wall.

"I wanted the mouthwash first for a very distinct reason."

He'd set the food down and turn around to quickly grab the front of her coat/shirt and gently pull her toward him into an encapsulating kiss, soft but eager, as though ten years had been swept under the rug, never having taken from them the time that was now lost. He'd break it, only briefly, his breath coming in short and hot.

"I remember, Kyrie. It's bits and pieces. But I remember."

And now, a broad and almost gleeful smile.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Things seemed to be back together and in order, by the time she got back. She stepped in with the words and let him take whatever he preferred, first, which was the mouthwash. Well, she couldn't fault him for that. The taste of bile was never pleasant.

True to her word, she hadn't brought an orange.

She followed as he lifted the tray with the plate and pitcher, a sort of idly curious padding, if anything to just ensure he was alright, so he could sleep. She wouldn't press him, but his words caused her head to quirk owlishly. Mouthwash first. Distinct reason. That was about all that registered before he whirled and dragged her in. Briefly and out of surprise, Kyrie tensed, with her head slipping backwards, as though she might pull away out of self-defence. The kiss was surprising...and...not so surprising all at once. Her initial reaction over with, she poured herself into the kiss, her hands slipping up to clutch his shirt, for the moment, the pounding rush of blood a heady sensation.

She could die happy. Who knew if he remembered or if he simply found her attractive even if he didn't.

A flush had stolen over her face, but not from embarrassment. Crystalline blue eyes searched a blue akin to the ocean, and as he spoke...a radiant smile grew over her own lips, stretching apart like wildfire.

"Thank goodness. David.." One hand remained clenched against his shirt while the other slipped up to his jaw and she pulled him in for another kiss, losing her breath all at once again, but without a care for it.

[David B.]

David smiled, accepting her lips with a gentle moan before breaking it suddenly. His hands came up to his head as his eyes closed, the Storm Dragon stumbling backward with a groan to trip and fall over the chair. He hit the floor hard, but didn't seem to notice as he winced in pain for several seconds. Then, he opened his eyes and blinked blearily.

"Wha....where...am I?"

He rolled his head and neck, trying to adjust himself.

[Kyrie Blaze]

The sudden backwards stumble of his weight - had she at all been expecting it, she might have been better braced - had her grasp on his shirt failing, and David fell like a tree in the forest. Kyrie herself stumbled forward before righting herself and coming to a stand still, watching with concern.

“David?” He groaned and posed a question, and she sighed, softly. Frustration bubbled up inside her but she quelled it; perhaps he’d gotten too excited, and she should have expected this to begin with. Sue her for being excited. “...well, you are in your room. On the floor. You gave your head a good smack when you fell.”

The blonde stepped forward, mostly so she could crouch beside and peer at him.

“You had woken up from a nightmare earlier; threw up a couple times, too. And then you asked for mouthwash and some food and water, as an afterthought.”

Maybe it would help him reorientate himself..?