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[princeofwhores]

[His Highness and supreme ruler of Tel Maran, crown prince of the Dal'Anor Empire; the Emerald Prince himself is looking.... rather terrible.

In fact, he's not been seen for quite some time, and when he's finally stepping out of his room, he looks a lot thinner. The prince appears sickly and tried, and he walks like he's in his own world, taking a break once before the stairs to catch his breath.

So how about them curses? They tend to suck.]

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[birdsbirdsbirds]

[seeing as he's attracted to pain like a moth to a flame, it won't be all that long until this guy wanders his way. he walks past him at first, taking a couple steps up the stairs, but then turns back like he's only just noticed him.

might be true. might be an elaborate setup. either way, he looks a little surprised. and then confused. and then just raises an eyebrow.]

Huh.

[princeofwhores]

[Having been in agony most of his life - when not finding the 'cure' in the arms of lovers - Majid had a rather impressive pain tolerance by now, and what he was experiencing at the moment could make others pass out or writhe on the floor in a mess of tears.

As it was, his highness looked pale and had a hint of cold sweat at his brow, but he was still walking.

Noticing Robin, he seems a bit confused at first.]

...we are fine.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

I'd hate to sweep such a nice assurance aside, but you are far from fine.

[he will backtrack down those couple of steps, stopping next to the prince and maybe getting a little too into his personal space.]

Would you like a hand up the stairs, at least? My conscious will start gnawing at me if I let you pass out halfway up. Nasty thing.

[princeofwhores]

[He doesn't have much of a personal bubble, so Majid doesn't mind the closeness... even if the kindness was a bit unexpected.]

We would like to reach the kitchen... it has been a while since we ate.

[Two days.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[well, then, he will just... scoop him up into his arms. C:

which is kind of bizarrely easy for him. he looks kind of strong, yeah, but he definitely doesn't look like the kind of guy who could pick up someone else like they're nothing.]

Allow me, then.

[and he'll start... carrying him up the stairs.]

[princeofwhores]

You-!

[Well, he sure did not expect that. He's not sure if he should struggle or not, since this was more than a little awkward for a proud man.

....but in the end, he doesn't have the strength to do more than just allow the man to pick him up like a princess. How Robin could do this was beyond him - he was a tall and well-built man, after all.]

...we are grateful.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Good. You should be.

[yep. totally casually just on the way to the kitchen.]

So what ails you, hm?

[princeofwhores]

We are slightly ill.

[Understatement of the century.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

That sounds like an understatement.

[just what he thought.]

[princeofwhores]

...it is. We apologize.

[He sighs.]

We are fighting a curse.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

A curse, huh? Sounds serious.

[he doesn't look horribly concerned about it, at least.]

[princeofwhores]

It is a bother.

[He's kind of relived at that, actually. Well, until he starts coughing up black... liquid.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Oop. [he shifts him up a little. careful there, buddy. at least they're almost at the top.]

Easy there.

[princeofwhores]

Nnn... by the sands...

[Thanks, Robin. Then he can get it up, at least. Poor carpet.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[yep. carefully stepping around the black gunk. his shirt's already black, so again--not too worried.]

So how does this curse work, huh? You're not about to die, are you?

[princeofwhores]

We... will die. But not now. We refuse to.

[He coughs again and then does his best to calm down and stand straighter.]

This place has made it worse. We do not have the same ability to ease our pain.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[there we go. he'll set him down at the top of the stairs, careful about it like one might be careful with a vase or a delicate doll. in doing so he keeps an arm around him, hand pressed to his back--maybe for support, as he is very strong, or maybe out of some not-particularly-subtle indication of something.

but really, though, he's just doing it to siphon away some of Majid's pain and feed on it himself. it's been a long time since he's been around anything that hurts as much as he does. so strangely, he might start to feel a little better. it doesn't make the curse go away, but it's a little numbing. just a little.]

Tell me about that.

[princeofwhores]

[Right now, the proud prince sure feels like a delicate china doll... and it bothers him greatly. He sighs and brushes away stray strands of emerald-green hair from his face, glad to have the support. His pride couldn't take a lot more hits at the moment.

At first, he thinks he's imagining it; that the pain has just reached a higher level. But it doesn't pick up again like it usually does. It seems to lessen to the point when the man can actually stand steadily.]

Ah...

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Hm. [he shifts his hand a little, as if debating letting go. this is totally not creepy or anything.] Feel a little better?

[princeofwhores]

...I do.

[He seems rather confused, glancing at Robin.]

That has not happened to us before.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

I'm a helper, what can I say.

[he'll take his hand away, then.]

I mean, you're still being eaten away from the inside or whatever, and that won't last very long due to the nature of perpetually growing sicknesses, but hey.

[princeofwhores]

You did this...

[There's a small, exhausted smile.]

We are eternally grateful for this gift. Even if we are still cursed, some relief from this pain is like a blessing.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Be careful. Eternity is a long time.

[he gives him a little pat on the shoulder. buddy. C:]

I'd still love an explanation, though, if you feel like an even trade.

[princeofwhores]

That is true.

[His royal highness sighs and gives Robin a thoughtful look.]

Do you believe in stories? Because we feel like we are part of one. Our mother hated our father, so we are born cursed by her hatred.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

I have my own fair share in a number of them. [stories, he means.

he takes a little step towards the kitchen, gesturing for Majid to follow. he wanted to go there, right?]

And that's the curse that's killing you? That's a hell of a grudge.