[A pained gasp escapes Augustine as he begins to stir from unconsciousness. Vampires like him tend to fall into a death-like sleep whenever they're utterly fatigued. However, they usually do so within the safety and comforts of a coffin. Cedrik had the right idea to use the stove to warm up the stop. Just a few pots of boiling water over an open flame would be enough to raise the humidity here to a comfortable level. That and the fact Augustine finds himself almost mummified within layer after layer of blankets.
When he first opened his eyes, he was welcomed by the jarring pain on the right side of his jaw. The dhampir couldnāt help but wince in discomfort as he touches the swollen lump there. What exactly hit him? Itās almost as if someone punched him right in the jaw or something. Whatever the case, heās grateful he didnāt lose a tooth. While he might be half-vampire, heās certainly not immune to physical harm.
He lays there helplessly against the soft cushions of the sofa, momentarily unaware that heās been undressed. A sigh passes through his lips as he stares up at the dark wooden ceiling above. He tries in vain to remember what happened before noticing something moving from the corner of his eyes. Itās then that heās awarded with the sight of Cedrik muttering something while holding what seems to be a bundle of sticks and flowers.]
ā¦Cedrik?
[He can barely speak. His voice comes out in a hoarse low whisper.]
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When he first opened his eyes, he was welcomed by the jarring pain on the right side of his jaw. The dhampir couldnāt help but wince in discomfort as he touches the swollen lump there. What exactly hit him? Itās almost as if someone punched him right in the jaw or something. Whatever the case, heās grateful he didnāt lose a tooth. While he might be half-vampire, heās certainly not immune to physical harm.
He lays there helplessly against the soft cushions of the sofa, momentarily unaware that heās been undressed. A sigh passes through his lips as he stares up at the dark wooden ceiling above. He tries in vain to remember what happened before noticing something moving from the corner of his eyes. Itās then that heās awarded with the sight of Cedrik muttering something while holding what seems to be a bundle of sticks and flowers.]
ā¦Cedrik?
[He can barely speak. His voice comes out in a hoarse low whisper.]
What are youā¦doing?