Life goes on

Neela Garcia · 06-07-2012, 01:55 PM

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Neela had become intimately familiar with the cracked white painted wall and the small window with its view of the river that lay to the right of her bed; after all, it was pretty much the only thing that she had seen the last few days.

Ever since the fight a few days ago, ever since Neela had been forced to kill the last link she had to her old home and life in order to save her own, she had just lain listlessly in her bed, neither eating or talking or even sleeping except when she could help it; the only thing worse than the mixture of shame and guilt running through her head when she was awake was the nightmares it brought forth when she was asleep.

It wasn't just the collie's guilt that kept her bedbound. While she had been lucky in that she had suffered no broken bones aside from her ribs it felt like her entire body was just one large collection of knife wounds and injured muscles. Her left leg could no longer support her weight after the wound had been reopened, her right hand trembled and refused to close fully, her tail had a glancing wound that stung like a papercut whenever it moved… countless little wounds all working together to leave her in a very bad condition.

Her stomach rumbled but Neela ignored both the sound and the growing pain that was beginning to accompany it. Neela hadn’t been eating as much as was healthy lately and her latest few days of fasting had left her supplies of food at almost empty. Despite the pain she couldn’t bring herself to eat; the very thought of eating anything made her nauseous, and so she let the pain from her stomach lose itself amongst the other pains assailing her.

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Tony Marino-Knight · 06-07-2012, 02:13 PM

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Tony diligently arsed around with the fish until it seemed cooked. He hated the smell beyond words, but Neela needed to eat. The only problem was that she wouldn't and the last, and only, idea Tony had was giving her fish. Fish from the river out back. He hated water and was no fisherman, but he'd spent most of the morning getting wet trying to catch a medium sized fish. That's what love does to you. It was something Tony mused time and time again. He was still wet from his involuntary swim in the river, but satisfied that he had gotten a fish for Neela.

Chucking the fish on a thick wooden plate, taking a piece of the fish in his mouth. Salty, not particularly tasty. Perhaps overcooked, or undercooked. Tony was no chef and of course, he couldn't tell. Moving into the hall way, he picked up a velvet bag, the one with the dagger in it and then made his way to the bedroom he shared with Neela. Placing the plate on the bed her smiled softly, leaning over to kiss her head and then sit back on his side. 'Brought y' dinner. See anythin' nice out there, eh?' he asked gesturing to the window. There was a moment of silence, before Tony plucked up the courage to speak. 'N... Neela. The's sommin' I bin meanin' t' ask y'...'

Tony Marino-Knight · 06-09-2012, 07:47 AM

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He saw back, smiling half heartedly as she took the food and began to eat it. His own ears had picked up on the snapping of the fishes bones before anything happened and it was then when he began to shake his head. Patting Neela' back as she hunched over the bucket. 'Shouldn' a' ate it so fast, n' then y' wouldn' a bin sick' he pointed out, stroking her forehead as she sank back into the bedding she lay on, 'An' y' shoulda pick the bones out, well a' shoulda actually'. He frowned, 'M' sorry, love'. Tony hated seeing her like this, especially when there was nothing he could do about her current situation. Though he could take steps to prevent it.

'Neela...' he began, trying to sound tough and decided like his father, 'I like y'. An' ahm pretty sure y' know that. Ah mean we share a bed an' all. But ah can' keep track o' y' like this, an' ah haven'. So...' he said, looking down towards the dagger. 'Ah wan' y' t' be ma mate. T' prove imma take care o' y', an' tha' ah dun' care about wha' y' don' before or who y' family is. Because I love y' Neela'. Tony smiled gently, looking down to the collie with almost tearful ochre eyes.

Tony Marino-Knight · 06-22-2012, 03:45 PM

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ooc shit~

'Yea' but ah shoulda thou't 'bout tha'...' he said, his voice a little sterner as he pointed out strongly that it was his fault. Neela would never change his mind about that. It was one of the blacksmith's main personal flaws, he was stubborn and if he ever thought he was to blame then he was. ''M sorry, babe...' he said, hanging his head and lowering his ears towards his head. Ochre eyes looked around with shame in then, pity on his significant other and on himself for his failings as a friend. He should of been there to protect her... Perhaps she did deserve better than him...

He frowned softly at his mate and shook his head. ''M sure, Neels...' he said, a smile appearing on his lips. 'I' wouldn' matt'r if ah was Jaz's son or no'. All ah kno' is tha' ahm sure ah wan' y' t' be mah mate...' He sighed and leaned in closer, taking her in his arms gingerly, careful not to aggravate her injuries. 'Ah ain' neva' bin sure of anythin' more in mah life... Ah ain' even sure tha' th' sky's blue as much as ahm am 'bout 'avin' ye as mah mate...' Tony insisted softly, kissing the top of her head carefully and petting her arm with care.

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Neela Garcia · 07-06-2012, 04:36 PM

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”I…..” Neela didn’t know what to say, her mind internally at war between the part of her that wanted to be with Tony more than anything and the part that insisted she wasn’t good enough, that she would hurt somebody again. Suddenly she was torn out of her internal battle by a pressure against the top of her head as Tony lent down, his muzzle touching her head softly. The simple movement seemed to give Neela courage and hesitantly she reached up, linking her arms behind Tony;s back and pulling him down into a proper hug.

”Yes.” she whispered quietly into his ear, digging her muzzle into the fur of his shoulder as much as she could,”I will, I… I … I love you Tony.” she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, letting Tony’s scent overwhelm her senses and letting herself believe, for a moment, that everything would be alright.

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Tony Marino-Knight · 07-09-2012, 12:02 PM

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well this is short to close things, Tony's jsut cuddling~

Tony pulled Neela down on top of him, gently, careful of her various injuries. She'd accepted, and that made Tony happier than h'd ever been. Happier than all the times he'd pleased his father, or his mother. Or even when he'd bested his brother at anything. Those were insignificant pieces of childishness compared to this moment. And the love he felt, it was like nothing he'd even felt before. Ten time magnified since a few moments ago, it was like a chest unlocked. Tony had felt love before, of course he had, love for his siblings, his parents, the rest of his family. The love he had for his horse and possessions. But it was nothing, nothing, compared to the love he felt at this moment. 'I love y' so, so much, Neels...' Tony said, burying his snout into Neela's fur, 'And ahm neva gonna let y' get hurt again...'.

'C'mere...' he said, wrapping his thick arms around Neela's body, still careful to avoid her various aches and pains.

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