Brynn…what in Merlin’s name are you holding? I’m…kind of terrified.
Uhm… I don’t remember this? Dimitri, was this when I was all drugged up?
Oooh shiiit someone’s in trouble! XD
…DIMITRI STEPHAN MALQUESEDE YOU GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW. Don’t make me hit you.
-grabs popcorn- This is gonna be gooood!
The person I reblogged this from is beautiful.
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Brynn…what in Merlin’s name are you holding? I’m…kind of terrified.
Uhm… I don’t remember this? Dimitri, was this when I was all drugged up?
Oooh shiiit someone’s in trouble! XD
I'll huff, I'll puff, and I'll blow you away: Healing, more than one way (Brynn, Dimitri and Ian)
Emily sat, being fussed over by a kind nurse at St. Mungo’s, but even her tolerance was wearing thin, and that was saying something. Many of her smaller, cosmetic injuries were healed, but she still had a good black eye, a split lip, and was currently getting her abdomen wrapped in gauze, which…
Ian rolled his eyes, kissing her forehead. “You’re such a Hufflepuff,” he chuckled under his breath, eyes still sparkling with mischeif. “Love you, babe.” The nurse finished with the gauze and moved on to some of her more minor injuries, applying a salve that stung slightly.
******
Brynn was in bed, lounging around while she fiddled with her violin. Dimitri sat and read a few poems aloud in english, being corrected by her gently when he made a mistake. The door clicked open, interrupting their peace.
“Hullo, Brynn,” a man greeted. He had wise dark eyes, brimming with youth, and mussed dark curls. He spoke with a thick accent, which was very familiar to her. “I’m you’re new physician, Doctor..”
“Kristopher?”
Emily just grinned wickedly, only wincing slightly at the salve applied to gashes oh her face and around the bruise on her neck. There was still concern in Ian’s eyes as he looked at her wounds, but he seemed more bemused at her than anything.
“I know,” she laughed, happy to be done and re-dressing now. She made a move to pull on her shirt, but winced, her bruised ribs screaming. She looked at Ian with a look like ‘I really don’t want to ask you to do this but owwww.’ Ian grinned and made no move, yet.
~~
The Doctor froze in his steps, drinking in the sight of Dimitri, mouth hanging open slightly. Brynn looked between the two of them, utterly perplexed.
“You two kno-?…” she began to question slowly, but before she even got the words out, the men had all but leaped at each other, catching each other in a firm, wordless embrace.
Ian chuckled under his breath, shaking his head bemusedly and pulling her shirt on gently. He knew all too well how it felt and couldn’t help but have sympathy for his girl who was experiencing the downsides of adrenaline. His touch was gentle and Em hardly felt a stap of pain as he dressed her.
******
Dimitri and the mystery physician whose name was apparently Kristopher embraced wordlessly for a moment, an unspoken dialogue being shared through glances. The very happy and very, very suprised Ravenclaw turned to Brynn, struggling with his English yet again.
“Brynn… lyubov…” he stammered, grinning like a fool. “This is my friend. He… the orphangage. We knew eachother there.”
Brynn sat back, smiling, confused but overjoyed to see her fiance so happy and contented, to see him with a friend.
Emily smiled gratefully, leaning into him once she was fully dressed and sighing deeply.
“Love you,” she breathed, sore and aching everywhere, but still more than a little proud of herself. “And hey, next time you won’t doubt that I could take you on, eh?” she winked, and then winced, forgetting her black eye for a moment.
~~~
Brynn sat and stared, grinning confusedly.
“That’s lovely!” she exclaimed brightly, standing a bit wobbly and holding her hand out to introduce herself. Dimitri turned to the man and starting to exclaim wildly in Russian, keeping one hand on the man’s shoulder.
Brynn…what in Merlin’s name are you holding? I’m…kind of terrified.
I'll huff, I'll puff, and I'll blow you away: Healing, more than one way (Brynn, Dimitri and Ian)
Emily sat, being fussed over by a kind nurse at St. Mungo’s, but even her tolerance was wearing thin, and that was saying something. Many of her smaller, cosmetic injuries were healed, but she still had a good black eye, a split lip, and was currently getting her abdomen wrapped in gauze, which…
Ian rolled his eyes, kissing her forehead. “You’re such a Hufflepuff,” he chuckled under his breath, eyes still sparkling with mischeif. “Love you, babe.” The nurse finished with the gauze and moved on to some of her more minor injuries, applying a salve that stung slightly.
******
Brynn was in bed, lounging around while she fiddled with her violin. Dimitri sat and read a few poems aloud in english, being corrected by her gently when he made a mistake. The door clicked open, interrupting their peace.
“Hullo, Brynn,” a man greeted. He had wise dark eyes, brimming with youth, and mussed dark curls. He spoke with a thick accent, which was very familiar to her. “I’m you’re new physician, Doctor..”
“Kristopher?”
Emily just grinned wickedly, only wincing slightly at the salve applied to gashes oh her face and around the bruise on her neck. There was still concern in Ian’s eyes as he looked at her wounds, but he seemed more bemused at her than anything.
“I know,” she laughed, happy to be done and re-dressing now. She made a move to pull on her shirt, but winced, her bruised ribs screaming. She looked at Ian with a look like ‘I really don’t want to ask you to do this but owwww.’ Ian grinned and made no move, yet.
~~
The Doctor froze in his steps, drinking in the sight of Dimitri, mouth hanging open slightly. Brynn looked between the two of them, utterly perplexed.
“You two kno-?…” she began to question slowly, but before she even got the words out, the men had all but leaped at each other, catching each other in a firm, wordless embrace.
Healing, more than one way (Brynn, Dimitri and Ian)
Emily sat, being fussed over by a kind nurse at St. Mungo’s, but even her tolerance was wearing thin, and that was saying something. Many of her smaller, cosmetic injuries were healed, but she still had a good black eye, a split lip, and was currently getting her abdomen wrapped in gauze, which was soaked in a healing potion. Ian sat by, arms crossed, waiting impatiently and concernedly. Em looked at him and rolled her eyes with a smirk.
“Oh don’t be such a fusspot, you,” she rasped. “I’m quite fine.”
O_o… I am so jelly. HA! …The room is spinny, Emmmmmm. Spinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnyyyyyyyyyyy….
Is spinny good? Yay spinnny! Having fun, dear? You know, you don’t have to wind up in hospital to get this experience…just let me know next time to want to trip ;) Hahahah oh my. Too much fun. Ow…ow…oh ow…You’re mum’s got a wicked right hook, Brynn. Oh wow! You’ve grown a beard!
Em… explain?
Um….I can’t? I…have no memory of this?
HA! I moustache you to explain. Get it? Hehe… moustaches… ha…
-bursts out laughing- I get it, honey…I get it. Did you know I could grow a mustache? Bet you didn’t did you?
O.o You can grow one? But… wait… can I see? Pleaseeeeeeeeeeee? I WANNA SEE. I wonder if I could grow a beard…
Maybe someday padawan…someday. It’s quite a difficult job, really. Growing facial hair, that is. Bet you couldn’t do it!
But I could! I wanna grow a beard. :’3( There. Now I have a moustache. SEE? I SHOWED YOU. HA.
Oh wow! That’s quite a mustache! You are challenging my skills as female mustache grower extraordinaire! Ian! Weigh in!
Hmm… I’d give it a 8.5, sunshine.
And mine? Hm? I think this is a pretty damn cool mustache, if you mustache me ;)
AHA. Puns. hehehe… Dimitri? LOOK AT HER MOUSTACHE. LOOK AT IT. It’s glorious. :3P
I thought so ;) All right, Brynn, on to phase two. Can you grow a BEARD though?
… I wonder… CAN YOU? I can too. I toucan. HA! :) Wait… no… I can’t… :’(
Of course I can! Watch! -makes face- See! Beard! Now I’ll have to shave though!
