(WormyxWere) 1x1 RP

[Wormgod]

Artyom moved to his bed-a makeshift pile of dried reeds and torn clothes to make it soft--and sat down. He smiled as Yamir mentioned the repelling--Ruber power--he would kill Ruber later, and maybe Moira--and ignored the gross noises of Yamir's eye socket, "You won't be blind, right?" He asked.

[miraphoenix]

"Moi? Blind? No, I don't think so," Yamir replied, turning back to Artyom with a hand over where his right eye had been. "On all sides of my family, we heal quickly. It might take a day or so to grow back, though," he continued, sliding down the wall to rest with his back against the cool stone.

[Wormgod]

Artyom layed down, watching Yamir, "Sorry." He apologized again, "For the eye, and for my stupid reaction."

[miraphoenix]

"Why? It was logical at the time," Yamir said, perfectly relaxed. "I'm not particularly worried about my eye. I'm more worried about what Marceline's going to do when she finds out, and what you're going to do to Ruber and Moira."

[Wormgod]

Artyom chuckled dryly, "No logical, emotional." He corrected, then winced. Marceline liked the group, sure, but she did think of them more like "pets" and "children" than adults. She was more fond of Yamir than anyone, and that was pure maternal instinct. What she would do when she finds out about Ruber, Moira, and his vengeance...

[miraphoenix]

"When hormones are involved, those two are one and the same...." Yamir murmured with a smile. "I'm going to have a devil of a time convincing Marceline that my eye's okay...." he continued, removing his hand for a moment to see how much blood was still oozing from the wound, revealing the bloody remains and the empty, bloody socket.

[Wormgod]

Artyom let himself laugh at the idea of Marceline babying Yamir. The kid acted more like an adult than most of them did, and he still looked like he was going through the beginning of puberty, "I can help you with that, if she doesn't kill me."

[miraphoenix]

Looking at Artyom with his good eye, Yamir smiled weakly; even if the loss of an eye wasn't permanent, it still hurt, and the pain was intense. "I'd appreciate that. I'll put in a good word for you, Artyom, when she questions you. Oh, and do you want me to fix that hand of your's?" he asked, gesturing to the fish-man's broken hand.

[Wormgod]

Artyom frowned and looked at his hand. Sure enough, a few knuckles were jutting out or in at odd angles. Now that he was calming down, he could feel the pain, "Yeah, I appreciate it." He mumbled.

[miraphoenix]

"Yeah, I'll fix that for you. Shouldn't take long...." Yamir murmured, taking the broken hand in his delicate, almost doll-like hands. Closing his eye, half-shadowed healing light sprung to life in his hands, fixing what was broken as painlessly as possible. "Better? Or did something set wrong?" he asked, opening his eye again.