Blood from Stone [AU]

[Bethany]

Beth studies him for a few endless heartbeats. Finally she lunges forward to grab him for a hard kiss. "If you get sick and die, I will have you resurrected so I can beat you senseless. Do you understand me, Don Goldclaw?"

[GamesMaster]

"Understood," he whispers, gripping her hands too tightly. "I'll send people here if I need to. Same as last time."

And then he's pulling free, heading for the door, hoping to get out before she fully realizes what he means.

[Bethany]

"Silence, follow, guard!" Beth snaps out, the mabari rushing after the catfolk. Fuck. I need... right. "Liz, we need to get dressed!"

[Marian Hawke]

Liz stumbles out of the room, pants on, carrying her shirt, not bothering with a breastband. "Is it Dad?" 

[Bethany]

"I-" Beth gasps, eyes widening painfully. "Don said- he- he said something about someone trying to poison me but- but they got the servants or- something. He was- panicked. But it it was at the party then..."

[Marian Hawke]

Liz pulls on her shirt, reaches for Beth's hand. "Come on. Are you safe to teleport? I can get us there faster."

[Bethany]

"Let me grab my kit, just in case I-" She doesn't bother to finish her explanation, just darts back to the bedroom.

[Marian Hawke]

Please be safe somewhere, handling this, prays Liz real fast. Then her sister returns, and she reaches for the wellspring within her, that place that can never be restrained, and she leaps.

[Carver Amell]

"Gods, Aveline," whispers Carver, his hands stroking her sides, his thumbs caressing her breasts. "Gods." Then he is kissing her again, laying her down in his bed, stroking her until she moans in his mouth. He kisses her chest, her stomach, then pulls back just enough to unbutton his trousers, sliding them down and off. As he pulls down his boxers, his manhood standing erect and proud, he sees her eyes widen just a touch. Good. I'm bigger than the elf, at least. 

He lays back atop her, kissing her fiercely, then positions himself to enter her. Bright gods, I'm a lucky man. As his hips begin to move, however, he doesn't feel her on his cock. Did I miss? 

He glances down, but he can't see his cock either. He sits back, bending to look, and his hands begin shaking, because there's no cock. 

"Carver?" asks Aveline, but he can't answer her; he pats his pelvis, but it's not an illusion. He pats his torso and feels two breasts, large and firm and splendid save for the fact they're attached to his body. 

"Oh, Carver," sighs Aveline, frowning. "I knew you'd never satisfy me. You're just not manly enough."



Carver sits up in bed, his cock stiff, drenched in sweat. His hand dips between his legs, confirming that his cock is still there, still attached, still real. Gods above, bright and dark. I thought talking to Dau helped but the nightmares are new. 

He rakes a hand through his hair, deciding not to handle the problem in his trousers. Stiffer than usual, but it'll go away on its own. Instead, he slips out of the bed, padding to the desk, pouring himself some water. Oh, right. That letter from Summerhill. I guess I should read it while I'm up.

He settles in, opening the letter, reading as he sips. Probably they want more coin, or to guilt me for not visiting while I was out of town.

[NPCs]

As it turns out, the letter is not from Leandra but about her.

Hawke, Carver (zi'Tethras)

Please come to SummerHill and speak with Healer Wynne as soon as you can. Your mother has had a serious episode and options need to be discussed with a family member as soon as possible.

Be Well in Mind and Body,
Assist. Supervisor Vennius

[Carver Amell]

"Fuck," he sighs, raking his hand through his hair again. He reaches for his shirt, glancing out the window: mid afternoon? Pushing late afternoon. That'll be fine.

[NPCs]

When he arrives at SummerHill, he starts to rapidly come to the realization that this is not just Leandra having one of her moods. For one, the nurse directs him to the medium security wing instead of the minimum where Leandra has been since her third month here. The second is the red placard outside her room designating the occupant as an assult risk.

The last is the look of great worry, mixed with relief and annoyance on Wynne's face. "Carver, finally. We need to talk."

[Carver Amell]

The closer he gets, the more dark his expression gets. He is properly scowling by the time he reaches Wynne -- but while his voice is firm, it's not angry. "What's happened?"

[NPCs]

Wynnee hesitates a moment, then gestures for him to follow away from the door. "She's spelled to dreamless sleep for another ten minutes so we have time to talk. You... You need to know what you'll be dealing with. If you hadn't come by then, I was going to find Beth and beg if needed to get her to visit." She walka past Carver, heading for one of the staff break rooms nearby.

[Carver Amell]

Carver follows, scowling. Scarecly are they in the staff room and the door shut before he demandeds, "what happened, Wynne? She's never been aggressive before. She was ill, I left a complaint -- did the staff abuse her?!"