✞[ III. ]✞ Station of the Cross
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sanctus_cineris [ † ] Head down, shoulders hunched, the imposing man retreats into the heavily creased folds of his cassock, shying back into the shadow of St. Peter's when the sharply biting wind threatened to tear the fibres of his skin. The rising, first-quarter moon shone silver in the reflection of his spectacles, darkening skies encasing him in its chill.
Over the past week the city's weather had remained frigid enough to where even the blankets on the Archbishop's bed had ceased to keep him warm, and the frost adhered to stone, sinking deeper and deeper into his bones the more he'd spent time outside and pushing himself to take care of his ward though he did not immediately realize it.
The Priest's lips parted to expel a trail of mist from his hot breath, and he inhaled, wintry air pushing forcefully into his nasal cavities.
Sneezes quite suddenly, covering his mouth to stifle a fit of coughing. [ † ]
O'...O' bother.
[ooc: The suppression of his regenerative powers has made his immune system equivalent to that of a normal human. That being said, he is equally as vulnerable to illness as anyone else. While he's normally able to withstand a good deal of punishment, the combined efforts of not sleeping well, not eating well, and neglecting his own needs has finally taken its toll.
This is for a comment-log set back to this thread, but feel free to respond.]
Over the past week the city's weather had remained frigid enough to where even the blankets on the Archbishop's bed had ceased to keep him warm, and the frost adhered to stone, sinking deeper and deeper into his bones the more he'd spent time outside and pushing himself to take care of his ward though he did not immediately realize it.
The Priest's lips parted to expel a trail of mist from his hot breath, and he inhaled, wintry air pushing forcefully into his nasal cavities.
Sneezes quite suddenly, covering his mouth to stifle a fit of coughing. [ † ]
O'...O' bother.
[ooc: The suppression of his regenerative powers has made his immune system equivalent to that of a normal human. That being said, he is equally as vulnerable to illness as anyone else. While he's normally able to withstand a good deal of punishment, the combined efforts of not sleeping well, not eating well, and neglecting his own needs has finally taken its toll.
This is for a comment-log set back to this thread, but feel free to respond.]
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Action!
Date: 2010-03-31 02:05 am (UTC)[Struggling like a turtle that had fallen on its back and could not right itself, limbs flailing as he thrashes around on the comforter, cheeks hot.]
P-please! Ye dinnae need tae...A-a...m...
[Another sneeze coming on...Oh Lord Please have mercy. He'll never let me out of his sight if he hears that...
Dazed, the Scotsman slumps down, covering his mouth with his sleeve as his eyes began to water.]
Action!
Date: 2010-04-01 11:13 am (UTC)I am not taking any chances with you!
[Almost immediately he was swifting to the kettle he always tended to keep well lit beneath the grill and near a window to let the smoke out. Patting himself down in a complete tizzy he found a packet of tea he had pilfered from Sir Hellsing some time ago and tossed it into the kettle to let it brew. Not even five minutes later Maxwell was back to Anderson's side, thrusting a copper cup filled nearly to the brim at him.]
Drink.
You have to understand... This world is not kind to the body.. not even yours whilst that blasted chip is in you. Damn those heretics all.
Action!
Date: 2010-04-02 08:27 am (UTC)Consequently his great hand wrapped around the handle slowly and brought the edge of the drinking vessel to his quivering lips, swallowing even though the liquid was extremely hot. He grimaced and closed one eye, trying to adjust to the temperature..]
...A-ah...Dinnae mean tae cause ye sooch trouble.
Action!
Date: 2010-04-04 07:37 pm (UTC)[A long pause, as Maxwell reminisced on his afflictions by running a hand down his chest and feeling the jutting of his prominent ribs.]
What had become of even I here.
[He then held the priest's gaze, misty eyes deep-seated with inner grief at what a weak vassal he now was. Taking the cup from Anderson's hand, he placed that warm palm against his own chest to let him feel the hard shell of a hallow soul.]
Is this what you want to be?
Action!
Date: 2010-04-08 12:28 am (UTC)O', 'Rico...
[A soft, yet hesitant simper as balmy fingers were allowed to explore at their leisure. There was no end to the compassion he felt for his empty brethren.]
..Ye've nae bin fulfilled bae thaes plane o' existence, ah ken. Boot...
[A fond stroke to the soft skin...]
Et's alrigh' now. Ah proomise. We'll bae en on thaes together frem now on.
Ahn dun ye worrieh, mae lad. Ah'll never be far ef ye need mae.
[Not this time.]