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Post by JULIUS POLLUX HETARIA on Sept 27, 2019 19:45:41 GMT 1
There most definitely would have been a slight grunt of annoyance if he was licked in that moment, Bram's mouth was coated in blood and he wanted that upon his skin as much as he wanted any broken skin. His job is usually messy, but if he can avoid it then he'll do his utmost best too.. He had felt the man relax a little beneath the slight touch though but Julius was well aware that regardless of how many traits he shared with a canine Bram was still a person. You just don't stroke people. It's odd. Regardless of their submissive nature. A gentle pat on the head though, that was just fine.
The 'pain in the ass' comment hadn't been meant maliciously in the slightest. This time is was necessarily Bram that had caused this stressful situation, he couldn't have predicted that level of reaction, if he had thought this would happen then he'd need some serious therapy. Whilst he doesn't believe that Bram is entirely sane he certainly doesn't think he's that insane. The only one within Manson that he knows to have dipped to that level of self harm had been the slightly unhinged unseelie fae housed in the secure wing. Julius is pretty sure that there isn't a cocktail of drugs in the world that could help that individual. As much as he didn't like the man personally, Bram was at least capable of living outside these walls successfully. Without a cemetary in the basement of course. Respect probably wouldn't be coming along anytime soon, there are very few people he respects, but he's proven not to be utterly pathetic at least. That's some kind of approval coming from him.
He was obviously unaware of Bram's thought process as he sat there but he heard the 'cold' statement. Shock settling in probably. From just a glance at his skin Julius didn't want to risk having blanket of some kind stuck to him as he heals. But then he has the ability to heat the room up just by stoking the internal fire rushing through him. Which is what he did, sighing slightly as he did so as if it were a slight chore. But he didn't look particularly bothered, if anything the added heat relaxed him enough that the tension in his shoulder melted away. Bram was technically in the state of a corpse, so without the beating heart he wasn't likely to overheat anytime soon so there was no real worry.
"Then sleep." As for the orange, well he had no idea what the hell that could be so he once again didn't comment, "but try not to bite when I wake you." Which will be pretty often considering the state that he's in. More blood would be brought in if he pages for it and he'll most likely set up the exact same system of using the tube to feed him, adding more of the sedative like painkiller to the third bag as he does. If Bram does bite when he rouses him, well then the hybrid may wake up to find himself wearing a damn muzzle with the blood feeding tube just slid between the gaps.
The thumb sucking.. Honestly that just made him think Bram more childlike than he previously thought and it made the dragon frown a little because he hadn't expected childlike from this guy. He could see why some would want him as a slave or possibly a pet though. It wouldn't surprise him if the hybrid turned out to be quite gullible too, but thankfully he would never be around long enough to find out. For now he had to sit and make sure the burns that he had cause in a roundabout way healed over without causing him too much damage. It would look pretty bad if Bram died on his watch with evidence of severe burns.. Pretty damn bad.
"You best heal, you little shit.."
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Post by BRAM STERLING JACKSON on Sept 27, 2019 21:35:39 GMT 1
The room seemed to heat up after he mentioned being cold but Bram hadn’t seen the dragon move to anything that looked like a thermostat so he didn’t think it was something the man had done or was doing, rather that his own body was going through some kind of reaction to what had happened and couldn’t decided what it wanted to be. He might have thanked the guy if he did know, Bram wasn’t an ungrateful hybrid, ‘Even if you are a pain in the ass’ but nobody since his slave days had actually told him that so he felt it was up for debate.
With being given the okay to sleep Bram tried to get comfortable. Biting he couldn’t promise not to do, how can he control a natural reaction to what might be a threat? Most should take it as common sense not to got poking a sleeping wolf. But Bram didn’t think he would get snappy, he had warning now he might get woken up randomly, and with the orange still in his head he figured he might have a disturbed sleep and be waking up anyway. “Ok.” Bram mumbled out just to show he was listening. He thought about but decided against asking the dragon not to bite either, probably there would always be a certain level of distrust towards the man that made him think he was one wrong move or word away from getting beaten or eaten. Pushing the fear as far back to his mind as he could Bram shut his eyes and sucked a little more on his thumb and the blood straw, sleep coming around twenty minutes later.
At points though he did wake up naturally but kept his teeth to himself and just drank down more bloody painkillers until a deeper sleep took over. Bram did need to heal and this was the best way that the vampire felt it could do it.
By the time Bram did wake up it was quite suddenly, with another yell of pain as all his nerve ending seemed to scream at once and he was somewhat violently thrown back to the fully human body he hadn’t realised he shifted out of. “Ooww..fuuuking shit balls ass dick.” Why did it hurt more now?! But to look at he was better, not fully healed by far but he at least didn’t look like an extra in a zombie film, just scarred and a little bald, which in itself should heal fully given a week or just a few days rest and gorging out on tainted blood.
Was it morning now? Bram’s vampire sensed it might not be night out anymore or just close to sun up. His inner clock was screwed since now was his usual time for sleep and Bram felt like he could have slept more if the pain hadn’t hit like a train.
Looking himself over as best he could Bram then shudders and drooled out a little more blood but just wiped it on his arm before looking down to his leg, then ankle then… a dark mark of scarred but just legible numbers. Bram figured his heart would have given out in that moment but it had started up again and he just sighed. He couldn’t say he was disappointed as he hadn’t got his hopes up but still, a part of him just wanted to cry. “Need a beer.” he mumbled whilst giving a little muscle spasm twitch. Or whisky, vodka... he wasn't fussed.
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Post by JULIUS POLLUX HETARIA on Sept 29, 2019 19:44:35 GMT 1
Contrary to popular belief Julius isn't much of a biter, not in this form anyway. He can sharpen his teeth with a thought, elongate canines but in reality it was more of a partial shift that was more of a pain in the ass than it was useful. It made it difficult to talk without a lisp and he's all about being understood. It's so much easier to just pick people up by the scruff of the neck and tell them what hopeless pieces of shit they are rather than just biting them. They'd never know what was on his mind that way.. The dragon side of him though, that definitely would rather taste burnt blood upon it's tongue rather than be very reasonable. It's why he has to hold such a tight leash on himself.
There were a few times he woke the hybrid, just a few to make sure he was still alive. In the end he resorted to simply peeling open his eye and shining a light into it to see the pupil react. Growling he accepted as a reasonable response to that, at least he wasn't bitten and therefore didn't have to leave to strap a muzzle to the guy's face. The worst of the oozing wounds were healing in time, he could never see it with his eyes but everytime he checked he seemed to be just that little bit better. But this would take a while, particularly if he were injured more internally than he was externally. Thankfully his brain hadn't melted into a puddle of mush and leaked out of his nose and ears. That would have been the ultimate disaster but it had been avoided. Small blessings.
The whack on the back of Bram's head after a few hours of the dragon having let him sleep peacefully had been needed as the vampire hybrid hadn't been stirring from the usual prompts. The colourful language that came from the mouth of the guy made him smirk, the nurse who had walked into the room with a tray in that moment looked more startled than anything else. At least he no longer looked as monsterous as he had done before. He wasn't oozing quite as much, "colourful." He commented idly from the seat he was sat in, though he stood to meet the nurse and took the tray off of her to slide it onto the bed's table. Another blood bag but small chunks of raw steak cut up and placed on a plate too. Cut simply because excessive chewing wasn't really advised until further healing had been done. Preferably. He had a feeling that Bram wouldn't listen to that piece of advice so he didn't bother to voice it.
"You're going to live," he added nonchalantly as he stuck a needle into the bloodbag and shot it through with another pain killer. Not a sedative this time, just something to hopefully shut off the most of the pain that he was experiencing from the burns, "it'd be for the best if you stayed as still as possible though. You don't want to crack the healing skin before the new layers have formed beneath it.." He wheeled the table closer to overlap the bed where he rest and tapped it with his finger. He'd insist both the bag and the plate of meat be eaten just to keep both the beasts satiated. He didn't want either wolf or vampire deciding his staff looked tasty.
He grunted in agreement to the whole 'need a beer' thing, though he couldn't really give the hybrid any alcohol, "be grateful for the pain medication in the blood, it should dull your senses just as much as a few shots of hard liquor." Of which he had a lovely bottle of within his office that he'd be breaking into as soon as he could get away. He'd noticed him looking down at his ankle though and frowned a little, looking as displeased about the situation, "the fucking thing isn't gone. Who the hell owned you?"
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Post by BRAM STERLING JACKSON on Sept 30, 2019 10:39:30 GMT 1
Had the dragon hit him? Bram felt his head hurt and wouldn’t put it past the man to have used force to wake him up but was currently in too much overall pain to care about the smack to his head. Growling under his breath Bram stared to Julius with a slight frown as the man seemed to comment that his language was colourful. Bram fully aware now others did not see sounds as colour but in the past he always had assumed some people swore so often because it was literally colourful. Bright spikes of primary and secondary. He tried to gain some composure as he knew swearing would be the least of Julius’s worries should he give in to himself fully. His body was telling him to throw itself around, bite, kick, scream and generally kick up a monumental fuss because this was all ridiculous and he felt he had been too well behaved to have zero reward for the effort so what was the point anymore? Letting rip seemed like a cathartic idea.
Breathing a little heavily Bram eyed the nurse who brought a tray in and Julius as he took it and slid it onto a table. Food. Maybe that’s all he needed? A hungry wolf was a grumpy wolf. If he could Bram would have thrown himself onto the tray and ate it down in three maximum four bites but luckily that amount of movement was a little beyond so he just eyed it hungrily, like he had been staring at most thing the past night. This was all a very harsh and forced lesson in self control that Bram wasn’t very used to and just added to his twitchiness.
He guessed though he should be grateful to know he would live and he was really. Alpha, Daisy, Jackson, they were all rays of light now in what had been otherwise a fairly depressing and repetitive world and he didn’t want to lose them. “Still is hard... but things are healing?” Bram asked as the tray and table was placed over his bed, he thought he was but felt a need to confirm as sight alone didn’t tell a whole lot. He didn’t plan to move more than needed to eat, reaching a hand out Bram hovered over the meat for a moment but something told him his stomach wouldn’t be able to handle it yet and it was better to line it with the blood and painkillers first.
Though that idea went as Bram realised he was still marked by his sire. He wanted something strong to cope, after all this he figured a beer was the least he deserved but apparently the dragon disagreed. So picking up the blood bag Bram chewed it open and slowly drank some down. “N-not going to cry.” he said mostly to himself and took in a deep breath, holding it a moment or two before slowly breathing out.
He wasn’t sure if Julius was really wanting to know who owned him or that was one of those questions that wasn’t meant to be replied to but after a pause of thought Bram pulled the spout from his mouth and replied anyway. “The devil. Or just a relation.” He had never learnt his sire’s name, she was always just ‘Sire’ to him. “Evil bitch. Nasty. She was the monster not Bram. Bram didn’t want to do bad stuff. Can’t ignore direct orders though. He was good… Bram is good. Nice Bram. Good Bram.”
At this point Bram was just talking to himself between gulps, painkillers were stronger on an empty stomach so he was likely getting a little bit goofy off them without the added sedative. “…Bram is awesome too. Sexy awesome. Even bald. Lived through dragon fire. Bram is a bloody badass.” Dropping the empty bag Bram reached for the meat and picked up a chunk and chomped it back before throwing two more in.
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Post by JULIUS POLLUX HETARIA on Oct 1, 2019 10:37:36 GMT 1
As relaxed (kind of) as Julius seemed he was more than ready to pin Bram down to the bed if he made one wrong move. Not because he believes that he's a monster, if anything this has shown that the man has a little more self control than the dragon had originally thought. But a wounded animal was a wounded animal and Bram had two of them inside of him that hungered for things that could quite easily kill somebody if taken by force. And the hybrid's gaze was anything but gentle, he looked hungry, he looked pained, Jules couldn't put much test into his self control. He knew that if he were hurt himself he'd be igniting a circle of flame around himself and burning anybody who came close enough, does that not mean that Bram would bite anybody who approached too? He thought himself safe purely because he probably smelt far too much like the element that had very nearly killed him not long before now. Sometimes what doesn't kill you should probably be avoided.
"You're healing," he answered simply without going into too much detail. The dual vampire and shifter genes within him had kickstarted along with the comatose like sleep he'd fallen into. All he had to do was keep topping him up with food to keep that healing ability well and truly fuelled and he should be fine within the week. Possibly sooner, there was no telling really. Things like this are difficult to judge, especially with somebody who was a rarity even in their world, "you'll end up shedding the damaged skin, the dead burnt flesh. Don't pick at it though, you'll only make yourself bleed." Which isn't so much of an issue, it isn't as if Bram is prone to infection. But bleeding even a little is irritating with a nose as sensitive as his. He doesn't want to think he's hurt himself worse only to find that he's been picking his scabs like a child.
His eye twitched a little when Bram mentioned not crying and he internally hoped to hell that he wouldn't do. Being reassuring was not something he was at all good at and if tears started to fall he'd only be able to tell Bram to pull himself together. Harsh, perhaps, but what else was he supposed to do? In Julius's opinion he'd had a shitty life, crying wasn't going to help anything.
Jules gathered that he was just talking to himself now, or at least he was rambling. That would be the painkiller he'd shoved into the blood, at least it was doing the job and stopping him from whimpering and whining like he'd dreaded him doing. He doesn't think these ramblings are much better but at least he was returning to the somewhat irritating presence that he'd always believed him to be.. He should be relieved but instead he sat back down on the chair and scratched at his chin, "you still connected to her? In the way of mind to mind? There's no reason why you can't betray the bitch and send Manson's finest after her to bring her down. Maybe make sure nobody else becomes her little toy and therefore fucked over." Like Bram was. Kind of. He definitely wasn't normal, that's for sure.
Lived through dragon fire. Technically, yes.. Jules would give him that, it made a little smoke trickle from his nostril but he blew it away with a small huff. He wouldn't go pointing out that if he was trying to burn the hybrid he'd be a pile of ashes. That went without saying, for now he'd let him have his bragging rights.
"Your ankle. If a witch cast the spell then surely there should be a ward of some kind to contain the spell that's already in place. Trap the existing spell, prevent the effects upon the tattoo from spreading to the rest of your body." As much as he dislikes witches that was the only option he had come up with when he'd been sitting keeping an eye on the flash fried idiot, "or you could leave it. Tattoo over it." There were cover ups. He knows. He's seen a show on tv dedicated just to doing that.. Not to mention he's had a few cover ups of his own done over the years, "I know a guy."
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Post by BRAM STERLING JACKSON on Oct 1, 2019 15:33:57 GMT 1
Bram wrinkled his nose at the idea of his skin peeling off as that just sounded disgusting, he had experienced it before, although to have it happen all over his body would be new. There was no worry of him picking at the scabs, at most Bram could just see himself licking the skin as it healed. His own spit was cleansing and the act itself relaxing so he couldn’t think there would be an issue with doing it, if it helped him avoid being dragged into a bath too then even better. “Bram isn’t four. Doesn’t pick at things.” The hybrid muttered just a tiny bit annoyedly, he knew his self control was bad to non-existent in a lot of things but he felt he should be given some credit to not deliberately make his healing time longer than it needed to be. “Just will…lick.” Or get Alpha to lick, Daisy did enter his head but he wasn’t sure cat spit would work as well and he didn’t want to risk passing anything on to her while she was nursing Jackson.
Bram didn’t know how long he was going to be stuck in the Medical Centre but he planned to make it as bearable an experience as he could, if that meant rambling to himself with motivational phrases then Jules or anyone else would just have to listen to it. It was helping shut out the negative memories right now and he was lacking any other cathartic outlet save for maybe using the table as a drum. It was a suddenly tempting thought… But Bram was interrupted from the idea as Jules spoke, he hadn’t really been too aware the guy had been listening at all.
“Tried that before, she moves before people can find her. Old and powerful. Can turn into a bat and talk to snakes kinda old ancient bitch.” Admittedly that had been when he first arrived at Manson and he hadn’t attempted to mentally feel her again, partly through fear and partly from knowing that if he felt her out she would always have that prior warning that somebody could be coming so it seemed pointless. The connection worked both ways, there was nothing that said she wouldn’t try and come here and put Manson at risk should she learn he was alive. Bram had faith in the guards but he now had too many in his life he wasn’t willing to put at risk for the sake of maybe (and it was a big maybe) helping a few strangers. He guessed that was selfish but after so long he felt he was entitled to be a little self serving. Living through dragon fire was one thing but he didn’t think he could take another century under his sire’s control. “I think the ink is the magic thing.” Bram said after chewing a bit more meat. “Like a potion but in ink form.” The application of it was a slight blur to him as it was so long ago and not exactly something he wanted to remember so he couldn’t be certain nor if you can add to what was there as some kind of counter measure. “Tried going over it. Bram’s body just eats regular ink.” he said with a shrug and picking up the plate to lick residue of meat juice from it. “Bram still appreciates the help but think will just learn to live with it again… More please.” He also wanted to ask about visitors because then he could find out what Alpha thought of the ring and get the guy to bring a few fresh drumsticks but, food first.
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Post by JULIUS POLLUX HETARIA on Oct 2, 2019 16:57:07 GMT 1
Julius had witnessed the hybrid scratching at his skin before, biting his nails too. It was down in his file that he did things like that habitually and so he just gave the man a droll look when he muttered that he wasn't four years old. He wasn't indeed, but that didn't mean that he didn't act like it upon occassion, but the dragon wasn't about to start arguing with him over something so trivial when there were definitely more important things on his mind right now. He did have to smirk slightly when he amended himself and admitted he would only lick at his wounds instead. That he had fully expected from a man that seemed more in tune with his animal than a lot of other shifters. There was no problem there that the dragon could see, surely he'd have the typical healing saliva of his species and so that would more likely help him out a lot. It wouldn't make his hair grow back any quicker but Bram didn't particularly need to know that. "Licking is fine. Keep the gnawing to a minimum though, I'll warn you now that when it begins to heal it will itch. A lot. Soaking in a bath will help. Or lather up with unperfumed aqueous lotions."
So his old master was old, clever and resourceful. Years ago, before the expansion of the humans over the entire globe Julius would have taken somebody like that as a perfect target to hunt down. His dragon would have loved such a hunt, but unfortunately due to restrictions upon himself and the inability to travel as he would preferably wish too he's a little trapped when it comes to a decent track and hunt. He can't see how a witch or tracker on their staff wouldn't be able to find a stupid bitch like the one he's describing. At the end of the day it is a woman, how clever could she really be when it came to evading capture? Sexism is something he's trying to work on.. Orella may kill him if he voiced that opinion in front of her, but he was older than dust, sometimes the thoughts just came.
"Bats are stringy, disgustingly loud creatures," he thought aloud, and their sonar always gave him one hell of a headache. Julius wasn't a fan of the woman, shapeshifting vampires weren't common but a bat, of all creatures. What a stereotype. A vampire who had the absolute gall to ink her subjects with something that could harnass a dragon's fire too.. Who did she think she was? Just thinking about her was pissing him off something special. Good thing he was already running hot to keep the room warm for the hybrid because otherwise Bram may well have noticed the sudden increase in heat.
If Bram wasn't willing to make contact with the old bat then he couldn't force the guy to do so. Well, he could. But it wouldn't be advised and could very well end with him losing his job in which case he'd most likely end up as a resident in a place like this because he'd also lose the backing of his benefactor's and become a 'problem'. He likes his position. He likes having some authority. To become a resident would be bad for a lot of people. There aren't many creatures more stubborn than a dragon.
He frowned a little at the 'more please' but slid his phone out of his pocket and typed a few numbers into the thing to send it to one of the nurses to bring in more. It'd be there within minutes, for now though he was trying to nicely say anything. But it was difficult when he was dually pissed off by the fact there were witches involved and that the damn thing had failed entirely. There was of course one more option, but it seemed drastic. And ridiculous. Amputation wasn't something he'd voice out loud. "The nurse will bring in more meat. Perhaps for the future just put a sweat band around your ankle. It'll be one hell of a lot less painful than trying anything else drastic." Like trying to electrically burn if off for example. Or getting something with sharp teeth to rip out the chunk of skin it's on off of his body.
"Or just own your past. In a way that thing is just a scar. Everybody has them." He sounded slightly annoyed. At the situation more than at Bram, but still. What a massive pain in the ass this had turned out to be. The dragon stood to his feet and rubbed the side of his neck, "do you need anything else? I have paperwork to work on." And a bottle of whiskey to open up, that he was not going to tell the hybrid about. This incident didn't mean he wanted to drink with the guy, "and an itching need to escape before you begin to tap on something incessantly."
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Post by BRAM STERLING JACKSON on Oct 2, 2019 20:18:00 GMT 1
Bram didn’t really know what an aqueous lotion was but if it involved a bath then he did not want to know about it either. Surely itching couldn’t be so bad, he had experienced fleas before so if it wasn’t any worse than that he saw no reason to bring in large tubs of water you can drown in. Rather than voice displeasure Bram just nodded and gave his arm a few licks while hoping that alone would be enough. Or maybe he could get away with a shower, Alpha giving a soothing massage? Twitching a little again Bram gave his arm a last lick and refocused to the dragon.
Having never eaten a bat he could’t comment on the taste, he didn’t find them particularly loud either but he gathers the dragon was sensitive to noise so might find that. In all he had nothing against the creatures, only his sire who turned into one. But again he was quiet, quite liking that on something Jules seemed to somewhat agree with him, he honestly be even more hurt if after all this the guy had sympathy for his sire or thought she might be at all in the right.
Sucking at his thumb again Bram nodded hearing more food was coming, “Thank you.” and glanced down to his foot, a sweatband didn’t seem like a bad idea but he didn’t think he actually would go through with wearing one all the time thinking the presence would annoy him and therefor remind him of what was getting covered. If he was wearing clothing Bram was a bit all or nothing, preferring to have all his backside covered or not at all.
He thought he had owed his past fairly well, the scars too even if they had healed over, mentally you can argue there was still work to be done but since he was no longer a patient here Bram felt he could claimed to have owned it as much as he could for being a dragon-fire surviving badass. Why did Jules look more annoyed about this all anyway?
“Um…” Bram thought a moment and had to again fight the urge to ask for something to drum or a beer and tried for something he felt he would be allowed, like a therapeutic talk with his counsellor, who can bring drumsticks. “Ulysses. Want to talk to him.” ‘Alpha’ almost slipped off Bram’s tongue but managed to stop himself thinking Jules’s wouldn’t know him by that name and it probably wasn’t a great idea to share how familiar he was with the man by using a petname. Didn’t make it feel less weird though and he twitched a little again.
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