1x1 Silent Symphony & Of the Falls

[Veins Of Opal]

Lucien gave a grumble, something along the lines of; "he had a gun." though his words were slurred and hardly understandable. He glanced at his bloodied shirt, frowning as he began to wake up once again, the pain of the exposed wound hitting once again, full force. He let out another yelped as she jerked the shirt, tearing it off his skin.

[Falls]

Sigma made another tear from the existing tear to the bottom hem of Lucien's shirt. With this done, the whole front of his shirt was now torn in half down the middle. She let both halves fall to the floor, uncovering his whole chest, torso and the bloody wound. Sigma grimaced. "Ugh... Vicente, I feel sick..." she said, reluctantly reaching for the ointment and applying some to the bullet hole.

[Veins Of Opal]

"You're almost done." Vicente called from within the kitchen, wrinkling his nose. The scent was dizzying to the vampire, and it took most of his will to keep himself in the other room.

Lucien snatched up the bandages and quickly tore some of it off with his teeth, using his good hand, he handed the wrap to Sigma. "Just wrap it over the wound." he hissed, his chest heaving with the ragged breaths as he looked to Sigma.

[Falls]

Sigma bit her lip and nodded, taking the bandage and wrapping it snugly around Lucien's shoulder. "'Kay, I'm done." She said, sitting back. "What do I do with the bloody shirt? Heck, what do I do with you??" She reached forward and wiped her bloody hands on a clean corner of the ruined fabric, frowning softly.

[Veins Of Opal]

"Throw the shirt away, I'll sleep on the floor." he growled as his eyelids drooped over his syrup-brown irises sleepily. His hands were still covered in his own blood, his hair a mess, and he felt sore everywhere. All the Assassin wanted to do was fall asleep, or have a bottle of wine.

[Falls]

Sigma pulled what was left of the shirt out from under Lucien and stood. She hadn't been able to clean all of the blood off of Lucien's shoulder and the remaining mess looked gruesome. That coupled with Lucien's pale skin made him look like he was on death's door. Sigma hoped that the saying "looks can be deceiving" was right in this case. "You're welcome," she grumbled quietly as she walked out of the room with the bloody shirt. She walked to the kitchen and threw the fabric away before turning to the sink and washing the blood off of her hands.

[Veins Of Opal]

Lucien leaned against the wall, not particularly worried about getting blood on the wall, or his loose, messy hair. His shoulder hurt, he felt angry for no reason at all, and of course, he felt very, very tired. He watched as Sigma went into the kitchen, and he gave a sigh, closing his eyes.

[Falls]

Sigma turned the water off after washing her hands. She took a deep breath, let it out in a heaving sigh and slumped her shoulders wearily. "You doing okay, Vicente?" she mumbled, glancing back at the vampire. She hadn't noticed that he'd left the main room until she'd heard him calling words of encouragement from the kitchen. The blood really must've bothered him. Or enticed him.

[Veins Of Opal]

Vicente's pupils had narrowed to slits, but he still seemed to be himself. "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine." he breathed, feeling rather dizzy as well. Whenever he smelled blood, but didn't feed, it certainly did make him rather dizzy and confused, as were one of the many downfalls of being a vampire.

[Falls]

Sigma did a double take upon seeing Vicente's eyes, but made no comment on them. "Can I get you anything?" she asked, ready to help him out if she could. She dried her hands off on her sweatpants and sat down next to him, leaning her elbows on the table and watching him with slight concern.