Post by Ivan Sahale on May 6, 2014 20:33:45 GMT -6
I will hunt you down... With a grunt, and a yawn the man with the silver hair would sit up on the bed which he laid on the sheets where a mess, and some of the pillows spent the night on the hard wood floor of the room he had taken up. A large hand reached up to rest over the bump that was his stitches which Lelage had kindly placed on his form when she tended to his wound. The man would push the blanket off his legs, then swing a foot over to step on the floor he would push himself up from the bed rising at his full height, the man would reach up scratching the back of his head as he let out a long yawn from his muscular form. The man would walk over grabbing his coat, and throwing it on; he would glance at his cleaver he had retrieved from Lelage's room the other day. He felt weird not wearing it with him, but he also knew that he could not carry it around the inn there was no reason for him to do so, with his coat now hiding most of his figure he would step out his feet tucked neatly into his heavy boots. Walking down the long hallway that would lead him to the stairs that eventually allowed him to step into the large tavern that Lelage ran under the rooms, he would yawn again looking around quietly expecting to see Lelage. When he spotted Fetch instead he raised a brow knowing it best not to mention any question to the man, instead he would avoid the large blonde man walking to the back to see if maybe Lelage was still sleeping. He reached her door, instead of flinging it open Ivan would knock three times before pushing the door open to step into the room he would then peek his head in. "Lelage?" he asked looking around his eyes searching her room, much to his surprise he would find himself staring at the brunette but instead of being up, and about ready to take the day she was still in bed. Ivan blinked a few times as he walked into the room making his way towards the woman quietly approaching her, wondering if she was even awake; he had not known her long but she did not seem like the type to sleep in. "Lelage?" he asked getting close to her, the towering man looming over the girl his golden eyes focused on her petite figure under her thick blanket. Ivan would feel a sense of concern tug him as a hand reached over to rest his cool palm over her forehead, instantly he could feel it the fever she had; the man sighed taking his hand from her forehead. "Lelage are you okay?" he asked her the mans tone now filled with concern as he eyed her curiously wondering how she would be feeling once she woke up. |  |
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