look how she lights up the sky

Giselle Fantasia · 06-30-2012, 02:32 PM

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WC: 578. This is backdated to June 18th, if that's okay ;o. She'd be like 12 days in then.

There was warmth. No... cold? There was light and there was dark, lids flickering against the dappled sunlight that streamed into the room. It was bright, that was all she could comprehend, and the effort for her snow white form to roll over would collide with nothing. Silvano was not present, the reason for her lack of warmth, and her ears flicked instinctively as she heard the stoat shuffle to be by her side. Tux managed to leap onto objects until he was on the bed, nuzzling the woman's cheek. Giselle smiled sleepily, her eyes adjusting to the brightness of the room, though her vision was still blurry. "Tux.. wh-what time is it?" She mumbled, though her words were mostly incoherent. The chocolate stoat only responded by nuzzling her again, and moving towards the nearest windowsill.

He squeaked out a word, though Giselle wasn't sure if she heard him correctly. "Wha...?" The stoat spoke again, and now she was sure she understood him: Day The shock set in, then, of what time of day it was, and so Giselle struggled to sit up. Her body, however, felt like a weight as the femme pushed her back up against the wall. "Oh goodness, it can't be~" She tried to argue with the sunlight, but her body would not let her cooperate, and as she wriggled to get out of bed, her shaky legs gave out from beneath her. "Ah!" Grabbing at the furs on the bed did not help to save her as Giselle collided to the floor, the furs falling atop her. Tux squealed, leaping out of harm's way but jumping right back towards the woman to check on her.

Falling was a common thing for Giselle, but her form was normally light, alert and ready for the day. Giselle, now lying on the floor, kicked the air in confusion, but as her upper half sat up quickly, her head began to swim. A dainty hand sunk itself into her auburn locks, closing her eyes to rid herself of the swirling motions. After a few moments, it disappeared, but it took a few minutes before Giselle would open her eyes, and then stand up, and then move about in her room. "Oh, Tux, I feel so strange," she said quietly, though on one else was around. "Maybe I just need some fresh air~" As usual, the woman tried to stay calm and positive, and as she draped herself in her robin egg-colored dress, she moved slowly and silently to the door.

As she arrived to the foot of the stairs of the Hotel, they felt like they looped on for an eternity. She could hear her companion squeak comfortingly on her shoulder, and with that bit of encouragement she began to take the steps down one at a time. Giselle wasn't all too sure of how she felt, one moment she was fine and the next she felt like a wilting flower... helpless and shriveled. At a landing, Giselle paused for a moment, squeezing her eyes shut when she felt the strange dizzying feeling again, hands clutching at the rail for support. When it washed away, the woman continued, but by then she felt tired, her tongue rolling out of her mouth in anything but a ladylike fashion. Still, she continued to push herself as she shuffled towards the Hotel's entrance, to be able to taste that sweet summer air that the woman suddenly craved with each step.

Strelein von Rosnete · 06-30-2012, 03:30 PM

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all the preggo's like the homo Big Grin

Strel leaned against the wall, seated on an old cushioned box in the lobby of the hotel. His hands were empty and his mind was empty too. Still sober, and he was proud of himself. What was he coming to? Being proud of not having a drink in days, like some common drunk without a care in the world. He was disgusted with himself, all this drinking. It was doing him absolutely no good, and he was fed up with it. But for whatever reason, his body demanded more and now he had to force himself to keep the drink from him. So he sat himself in the lobby where he could behave himself and not tempt himself with a drink in Lunenberg or upstairs in his room. Hell, even being in his room meant he was tempted to drink. All the memories, all the pain that burned in the back of his head that the alcohol numbed away.

The Dauphin glanced up at the stairs to see a shaky young woman with a creature on her shoulder. She looked none too stable, and the tailor could see that she was on a slippery slope down the stairs. Something was wrong about her, and though he had never met her really, something was off. He furrowed his brows at the sight of her, and at the scent. It smelled kind of off, and it was a familiar kind of off. But she seemed so sick that he could hardly figure out why. Rising, the Dauphin came to the woman's side, taking her hand and putting another on her back to support her. "Are you okay? You seem a little shaky, miss," he asked, concerned. It was a good thing considering that he was so rarely lately concerned with his pack. But things seemed to be going good so far. "Do you need fresh air? You seem kind of sick." He led her toward the door, knowing there was fresh water and good air outside the Hotel.

Giselle Fantasia · 07-01-2012, 12:28 AM

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WC: 311. My hormones bring all the boys to the yard, and I'm like "GET OFF MY LAWN! ... Nowaitcomeback -eats oreos- ;________;"

Giselle had seemed to lost, or perhaps too self focused on taking steps, that she hadn't seen the other male in the lobby. Her body's initial reaction was to jerk away from this man's approach and his touch, but she was exhausted for one and glad for the assistance. "Oh... thank you. I'm fine, really." The woman coughed a couple of times, and the gentle stirring had begun to make her dizzy again. Though the man was guiding her along in the lobby, she had to pause in her step and close her eyes. She sucked in breath through her nostrils greedily, hoping her still form and shutting herself from the world would be enough for it to disappear. Luckily, it was.

When she opened her eyes, the red haired woman saw the man still there, again guiding her towards the door. Her mouth felt too dry, then, to respond, and so all she did was nod. The petite woman looked down and saw that she had her one free arm draped across her stomach, though she hadn't felt any pain there. Still, in some small way it was comforting, and so kept it there as she let this strange male walk her out the door of the Hotel. Giselle blinked in the bright light, but its warmth was soothing, and soon her tongue would roll out in an uncouth fashion to not only breathe the fresh air, but taste it and take it into her lungs. When she finally found her voice, she managed a smile at the other man. "Thank you," she said in a polite fashion, mentally cursing herself for acting such a way in front of a member of the Court she had never met before. "Giselle," she blurted, running her tongue on the inside of her mouth in hopes to keep it from drying up completely.

Strelein von Rosnete · 07-01-2012, 01:22 AM

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whoop whoop! 8U

He watched with worry as the young woman paused to breath, her body quivering almost. She was clearly sick for some reason, and her hand clutched at her belly. Oh, no, he thought, almost looking crestfallen. Another one? Another pregnant girl? No, it couldn't be. It was probably some sort of stomach pain and nausea. Of course. He paused with a hand on her shoulder as she took in some air, heaving it out. As long as she didn't hurl in the lobby, things would be fine. He rubbed her back gently as she breathed and calmed her stomach. Even when she refocused and seemed better, all she did was nod. Her stomach was probably rolling. Something she ate, no doubt. "You'll be fine after a nice sit outside," assured the Dauphin, well aware that he could do nothing more than give advice.

As soon as the two of them were outside, the young woman finally thanked him, and smiled. Strel returned the smile, entirely relieved that she was not dying. It was probably the stale air inside the hotel that had gotten to her and set her stomach to heaving. "Strel," he answered, smiling back at her in a way he had hoped was reassuring. The Dauphin led her to the nearest bench, beneath a rather thickly leafed tree where a cold stone bench waited. It was a bit cracked on the edges and a bit mossy, but it was the best seat in the front of the Hotel. It was nice and cold. Strel gently led her to it and let her sit down on it before sitting beside her. "What's hurtin' you?"

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