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[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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[He slumps into a chair so heavily that it creaks under him.]

Two days ago... maybe three. We do not remember.

[digging through the cabinets, she finds a can of nice meaty soup. This, at least, she's figured out how to open and make. And the stove? What a convenient invention! So, she gets that started while they talk]

You should have said something sooner. No one should go hungry like that.

[and, as someone who loves food, she really does mean that]

We could not get out of the bed.

[He sighs and closes his eyes for a moment. The pain had been unbearable, but the hunger had won out in the end.]

[once the soup is warming, she returns to his side. Sliding into a seat beside him, she reaches out to stroke his pretty hair.]

Keep your book nearby next time, someone will surely come to help if you say something.

[He leans a bit into her touch, gritting his teeth as the pain shoots through him again.]

That would have been bright... though we are a proud man. Asking for help is not easy.

Letting yourself get to this starved state is just as much of an indignity.

[and then... ah, she can't help herself anymore. she wants to play.

bringing her hand to rest against the side of his face now--] ...I'd like to try something.

...that is true. We were foolish.

[He blinks a bit when she touches his face, and looks a bit confused.]

...what is it that you wish to try?

[oh, apparently she wasn't asking for permission.

Her lids hang lazily half-closed, eyes taking on a faint glow as she concentrates.

She's just going to reach in and feel for all the poison and disease, all of that awful stuff that resonates so nicely with her own energy. It feels wonderful, to be honest. She couldn't have crafted a better blight herself.

And once she's run her metaphorical fingers through every place that it has seeped into his system, she tightens her hold. Slowly dragging it to a halt. She can't take it away, she can't make it go backwards, but she can at least make it pause for as long as she keeps up this contact. ...It might jog forward a little to make up for lost time when she lets go, but it will stop corroding for now. Just a little break]

[His eyes widen as he sees the glow of her eyes... and then she is doing something to him. It feels odd... but the pain seems to have halted for a moment. It's still there, but not getting worse...]

...what did you do?

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[there's a little delay as she makes sure that she's got a solid command over the poison before she divides her attention enough to answer him, eyes still lightly gleaming]

It's just a little trick.

We are grateful... you truly are a dark goddess; a beauty of the sands.

[He smiles shakily, reaching out to touch her cheek and trace the smooth line of her chin with his thumb.]

I wish I could do more.

[it's a selfish thing, really. Helping without truly helping, eating up the praise that it brings.

She shifts closer so she can rest her forehead against his, fingertips beginning to heat from the energy she's using, hand never moving from its place against the side of his face]

[He puts an arm around her, closing his eyes for a moment to enjoy her presence and the slight halt of his agony. It might be a brief respite from the deteriorating curse, but it is heavenly.

If he only knew half of her thoughts, he wouldn't be as grateful - but at the moment, Tek has a future emperor wrapped around her exquisite fingers.]

[and she eats it up. Her free hand finds the other side of his face, resting there to trace slow soothing circles with her thumb.

And she'll stay there... until she hears the sound of the soup boiling.

Then she pulls away, placing a kiss on his cheek before she lets go and stands, leaving the poison to get back to work while she turns her attention to the meal]

[Ouch! It did hurry up a bit after that lingering contact of her 'trick', and Majid doubles over a bit, spitting up black gunk with a pained groan. It wasn't that a lot of time that had passed, but the change in pressure inside him was enough to make him bite his lip in order to not scream.]

H-haah...!

[oh, how dramatic. Well, her curiosity is sated now, at the very least.

And she makes sure to tuck away any traces of a smirk before she glances over her shoulder while she shuts off the stove and stirs the pot of soup]

...Are you alright?

[Fairy tales are all about the drama!

Majid breathes deeply, trying to regain his composure as he wipes his mouth with a nearby napkin. Glancing at her, he gives a silent nod. How much more of this weakness could his pride take? She must find him disgusting by now.... his poor desert moon.]

[she loves the drama more than she should, really. It's intriguing, and... ah, the feel of all that awful poison. It's been a while since she's been around someone dying of something as potent as this. ...It's almost a homey feeling.

With the food finished, she pours him a big bowl of it, finds a spoon and some bread, and brings it all over]

You're going to eat as much of this as you can stand, alright? You need the energy.

[after she sets it in front of him, she lingers for a minute, standing beside him and reaching to run fingers carefully through his hair. Straightening it, neatening him up a little]

[He glances at the food and then reaches out to takes the spoon. It seemed good enough, and his stomach screamed for food in-between the bouts of pain.

...at least he could fix one issue, now.]

We are eternally grateful, desert jewel.

I wish I could do more, honestly. [moving over so he'll have room to eat, leaning on the table instead]

Sadly, I am not much of a healer.

You heal our aching heart by your beauty and wonderful company.

[He eats carefully, trying to not wolf it all down.]

[she watches him for a minute, deciding finally... yeah, she can't just play completely nice, here. It's not enough.

Not when she's this curious--about several things]

How much longer do you think you truly have? What will you do now?

...we know we will die after our 25th birthday, unless we find someone that will truly love us.

[He sighs and brushes back his hair.]

We might yet die today, due to this pain. It is hard to say.

That would be a shame.

[and a smile that would probably have fit better with some lighter topic]

Such a short life... I hope you don't have many regrets?

[Such a mysterious lady you are, Tek.]

We only have one.

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