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Post by KUN SHUI WEI on Jun 28, 2013 10:52:02 GMT -8
tagged: Lucien Margaux, Mirach time: May 10th. 11PM. speech: kun shui. notes: - - - The finger looked gross, to say the least. It was various shades of purple and the stitches, though well done, still stuck out from the skin where it was held together and he was going to be in plenty of pain after the medication began to wear down. He eyed the bottles on the counter for a second, making mental note to take those to his own room because like hell he was trusting Lucien to medicate himself. It did seem to help though; he wasn’t shaking or vomiting from pain, and his voice was sort of steady.
Good enough.
He let his finger go, nodding in mild satisfaction. It was repaired, but now he had to repair what was between himself and Jun Shi. It’d take a while yet, and Jun Shi held grudges forever. He understood why he was angry, but clearing it up would not be easy. It’d be a worse blow to himself, even if it’d take a little bit of heat off Lucien… Or would it? Would it make him even angrier than he decided to give the gift to Lucien, of all people? Probably.
”Do you want something to eat?” It went without saying that he’d get him a glass of water or something. Actually, if he refused the food, he’d insist on a glass of water before he told him to rest. Those sheets needed to be changed…
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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on Jun 28, 2013 10:56:21 GMT -8
tagged: jun shi, mirach. time: may 10th, 11pm. notes: bone fix time. Lucien wasn't quite sure what he wanted. He was hungry and sweaty and exhausted. He wasn't sure if he wanted to sleep (right there in the messy sheets even), or shower, or devour some food.
He supposed food was probably the best plan for that very moment, because having some food in his belly would make it easier to sleep. Normally he'd have been asleep hours ago, but the painkillers were still settling in, and he was hoping for them to be fully in effect before he even attempted to sleep. Not that you could count it as sleeping, because it would probably just be him passing out from sheer exhaustion.
He let the hand fall to the bed slowly, resting it there and trying not to touch it with anything. It wasn't his good hand, which was a small relief, and he was fairly sure he was going to have to deal with everything using only his right hand for a good while.
Even if he wasn't entirely sure he'd be able to get it down, he nodded a bit. "I think it would - well, would help me sleep." He mumbled, voice hoarse. Water went without saying, because his throat felt like someone had thoroughly sandpapered it over the past five hours.
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Post by KUN SHUI WEI on Jun 28, 2013 11:02:13 GMT -8
tagged: Lucien Margaux, Mirach time: May 10th. 11PM. speech: kun shui. notes: - - - Alright. He motioned at another guard to get to the kitchen, speaking in Cantonese, telling him to get a plate of food and a couple glasses of water; keep some on the nightstand and all that. For the time being, he went over to the bottles that were left for Lucien. Heavy drugs, to say the least, but it’ll help him out if he didn’t get addicted. Kun Shui would not hesitate a moment to force him to quit cold turkey if he became addicted, death rates be damned.
Kun Shui sighed, sounding just as exhausted. Nowhere near Lucien, probably, but it was late, past midnight by now, and Lucien would likely sleep into late tomorrow. Kun Shui, on the other hand, still needed to be up at six, seven at the absolute latest, and that was if he thought he could handle another earful from his father. If Jun Shi didn’t whine to their parents, all the better.
He was listless for a second, before the guard came back in with a tray of food and two glasses of water. He sat them down in front of Lucien and backed off. Kun Shui thought he could take it from there, telling them to leave. That was all; he didn’t need any more help. Lucien was going nowhere until he could at least curl his finger, and hopefully it’d be movable.
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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on Jun 28, 2013 11:08:40 GMT -8
tagged: jun shi, mirach. time: may 10th, 11pm. notes: bone fix time. Not once that night had he considered how Kun Shui was feeling physically. Sure, he might have been upset with Jun Shi, but he had never thought that Kun Shui had been up just as late as he was--had been forced to sit there through the operation, and now was making sure he didn't starve to death. In that moment, before the guard came back, he just looked so tired, and Lucien watched him closely, unbothered by the fact that it might come off another way.
When the guard had left the second time, leaving the food with them, Lucien finally spoke up, reaching forward and taking one of the glasses with his good hand, drinking half of it in a few quick gulps. His throat felt a thousand times better from that alone--although still like complete trash.
"You don't - You don't need to stay. You can sleep. You're probably exhausted. I'll just eat and then go to bed." Because he was tired, and despite all that, he was feeling a tiny bit embarrassed by Kun Shui's state. He looked worn out, and that was without Lucien even noticing the mess he'd made of the man's hand.
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Post by KUN SHUI WEI on Jun 28, 2013 11:24:24 GMT -8
tagged: Lucien Margaux, Mirach time: May 10th. 11PM. speech: kun shui. notes: - - - He felt a headache coming on. A pounding migraine, perhaps, if he wasn’t careful to take his medication before bed. The morphine seemed goddamn tempting, but he wasn’t that dumb. He swore that tomorrow he’d have bags under his eyes and perhaps he would sleep in after all, responsibilities or not. He pressed his lips into a tight line, squinting out the window for a second and trying to refocus. The ringing in his ears had to stop sometime.
Lucien spoke, and he turned to look at him, still with that exhausted look on his face. He’d kept nice and stoic the whole time the doctor was there, but it seemed to drop the instant the guards were gone. He could’ve looked a year or two older, and at that rate, he’d have white hair before he was thirty. He was glad that Lucien had actually taken the water, though. It’d be kept constant in the room. He’d need it, but he’d be careful with the medication.
”It’s alright, I’m not too tired.” A boldface lie if he’d ever had one, but he wasn’t expecting Lucien to contest him.
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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on Jun 28, 2013 12:12:38 GMT -8
tagged: jun shi, mirach. time: may 10th, 11pm. notes: bone fix time. He was lying, and they both knew it. Kun Shui was right though--he wasn't going to call him on it. Regardless of the power dynamic between them, it would just be rude. If he wanted to say he wasn't tired, then he was welcome to pretend so, but they both knew the truth.
No, something else was resting on his mind. He felt, for perhaps the first time in his life, truly guilty. Of course, the past two years he'd felt bad about what he'd done, but that was a different kind of guilt--guilt for crimes long passed that would never be repeated, with no one who he could ever even think of apologizing too. More importantly, none of those were personal. None of those were things he'd done against specific people that wouldn't have happened to them anyway. If it hadn't been him, it would have been one of his siblings, or his father, or one of the generals. If it wasn't him, it would have been someone else, and that mitigated most of his guilt.
What he'd done to Kun Shui was a much different thing. It was small and insignificant in the grand scheme of things, and yet he still felt his stomach twist at the thought of it. He'd treated him like a monster--like Jun Shi or his old self--and it had upset Kun Shui. Despite it, Kun Shui had still opted to help him. He'd still gotten him surgery to save the finger. He'd still brought him water and food, and held his hand through the pain.
And for that, Lucien was sorry. Even if it was stupid, and even if Kun Shui probably wouldn't care, he still felt the need to explain himself. Rather then just eating, he let his hands rest and started to talk, voice thin and raspy.
"When I first came here, I was stupid and vain and self centered, and my mind did a stupid thing. It wouldn't just allow me to accept things as they were. I was in a small room with no windows, and nothing but a tiny bed, and my mind told me that it would only be for a bit, and that I wouldn't be there long. I had convinced myself that my father needed me, that he wouldn't ever give me up. I was his heir. I was the one who would claim his throne, and would guide the Margaux. I spent weeks in that little room, convinced that any moment he would come, and he never did. I didn't find out that he'd been the one to trap me there until weeks later." There was a faint pause as he tried to sort his train of thought out, and then he continued. "The human brain is a great and terrible thing. It wouldn't just let me give in. In a lot of ways, it would have been easier to have died there, and instead, it told me I had to keep going. It gave me something new to fixate on, and it told me that you'd be coming to get me. I'd only met you once at that point--that dinner before everything went to hell--but my brain told me that you needed me. I was convinced that I was so smart and cunning that you would want me as an adviser, and any day you'd arrive and sweep me off to the life of luxury I'd grown accustomed to. I was absolutely certain of it, and when I was moved into the main house, into a different room closer to you, that only fed the flames."
He sat there for a moment in silence, obviously struggling with it. It was a lot to tell, a lot to dump out on another person, but he'd convinced himself that it had to be told. Kun Shui deserved to know--at least he did now that Lucien had understood what he meant when he asked him not to look at him like that. It probably would have been fine with a simple apology, but Lucien had never been one to simply apologize. Instead he'd been one to explain, and then to apologize, to mitigate his guilt by hopign the other person would understand.
"When I met Jun Shi, I became even more convinced that you'd save me. I didn't see any reason why you wouldn't be just like him, and he was just like me--or like how I had been. By that point I'd spent weeks in perpetual silence, absolutely alone with nothing to do but eat and sleep. When the lessons started to teach me Cantonese, I clung to it mentally, taking it as another sign you'd come for me soon."
There was a faint pause there, his voice cracking, and he reached out, taking another long gulp of water. "I finally realized you weren't coming months too late. I realized you didn't need me at all--that I was self important monster who had never cared for anyone but myself my entire life. I was only there at all because of my own actions--because I'd planned to betray my father--and I was simply getting what I deserved." A notion helped along by Jun Shi, but he didn't entirely recognize that.
"And then you did pick me. You took me away from Hong Kong, and gave me a nice little room and freedom and books, and I knew it was too late already. I wasn't the same person. I was still - I still thought you were like Jun Shi. Like I was. And I knew you'd realize I wasn't the same person I'd once been, and you'd realize I had nothing to offer, and if I was lucky, you'd kill me and I wouldn't have to go back to that little room in Hong Kong."
He had been so afraid of going back to that room. He had known that if he went back, Jun Shi would returned to his normal habits. Now he knew otherwise. The situation had changed too much. If Jun Shi ever got his hands on him again, he'd kill him--there was really no question about that in Lucien's mind. He would kill him in the most painful way he could manage, but he would absolutely kill him. There would be no going back to the way things were.
"You didn't though. You gave me things and made sure I was alright and let me do what I wanted." At the time he'd never understood it, couldn't have begun to understand what it was that he was doing. He understood now though--or understood enough, anyway.
"I was convinced you were doing it for some reason. Like I would have, in your place. I struggled to understand why you did anything at all for me, when you could have simply shoved me in a room and left me there. I started to realize you were different from Jun Shi, but..." He trailed off for a moment, staring into space before he turned, facing Kun Shui properly. "When you pet my hand and told me it would be okay, I was just... I was confused. It didn't fit. I took me a while to understand you weren't doing it for anything. You were just doing it to be kind." It had taken him so long to realize that Kun Shui didn't have any motive behind it, and that was embarrassing in it's own way.
Perhaps he'd gone on too long, but it felt like a weight lifting from his chest, and he settled back for a moment before finishing. "So I - I just wanted to apologize. For thinking that you were like I was. You were - are, really, a much better man then I ever was, and I'm sorry I ever thought you were anything less."
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Post by KUN SHUI WEI on Jul 2, 2013 10:29:43 GMT -8
tagged: Lucien Margaux, Mirach time: May 10th. 11PM. speech: kun shui. notes: - - - He expected it to be left at that, in all honesty. He expected Lucien to drop the subject and start eating, because he probably had been sapped of any and all energy he had just from the finger breaking, let alone the surgery. His hand was still sore, and a brief glance gave him a row of developing bruises along the sides and along the knuckles. He’d need to put some balm on that later, perhaps. A million and one things were going through his head, and he was expecting Lucien to start eating and leave him be. No such thing, and perhaps the one thing that hadn’t changed about him so much.
But then Lucien started talking, and part of him told him that it’d be short. Keep curt and informal but no, Lucien apparently thought it an appropriate time to pour his heart out into his lap. And being quite honest, during that time in Hong Kong, he virtually forgot multiple times that Lucien even existed. He was too buried in work and other stresses, especially when it came time that he was well aware his father would announce him heir and Jun Shi was always tenser than usual. Lucien simply took back seat to all his more immediate concerns.
Lucien just didn’t keep it simple, and part of him held him at a distain for that. Another part of him made him understand; he’d looked at him like he was a beast before, as if he were Jun Shi and he was just about to hold him down and break his fingers further.
Kun Shui pressed his lips into a tight line as he finished, thinking it over, not reacting. He needed some time, and he needed to soak in what Lucien said because indeed, he’d gone on for a while.
”You certainly speak a lot…” He murmured, trying to be a little light hearted but failing, sounding critical instead. ”But… really, this might all be just karma.” Though karma was technically supposed to happen in a second life, and not the same one.
”Though I suppose you’ve learned something, at least.” And he spoke little, compared to Lucien’s monologue, but Kun Shui was a man of few words.
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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on Jul 2, 2013 11:00:40 GMT -8
tagged: jun shi, mirach. time: may 10th, 11pm. notes: bone fix time. He wasn't expecting a response. How could he even get a response? He'd just poured his heart onto his lap and expected Kun Shui to listen to him. He could have not. He could have walked out and there was nothing Lucien could have done about it. The fact that he listened at all spoke volumes, and Lucien honestly had to wonder if he should have said anything at all. Perhaps Kun Shui disliked the fact that he'd spoken so much. Perhaps he disliked the fact that he'd openly confessed to what Kun Shui had likely only considered before.
It was, in all honesty, the first apology in his life he'd ever meant. He'd apologized before of course--to offended allies and the like--but he'd never meant it, not one single time. This was the only time he'd felt genuine guilt, and it was a strange and confusing feeling for him, especially considering how small of a slight it was compared to other things he'd done.
He sat in silence for a short while, letting Kun Shui take it all in. He was honestly expecting a 'goodnight', and to never mention it again. Instead he actually responded, which would have been confusing even if Lucien wasn't on morphine.
Karma. He supposed it was, although he hoped that he was clear of that now. Wasn't two years in solitude and then this enough? He was sorry. He couldn't do it again. A changed man and all that, and after a moment he nodded.
"Maybe." It had taken too much of his energy to get it all out, and he sounded raspier then ever as he reached over, grabbing the glass and finishing it off. Helpful, but not good enough, and he felt like his focus was fuzzy around the edges.
"Sorry. I just wanted to - for you to know."
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Post by KUN SHUI WEI on Jul 2, 2013 11:45:06 GMT -8
tagged: Lucien Margaux, Mirach time: May 10th. 11PM. speech: kun shui. notes: - - - He was well aware that Lucien was on morphine and that he was probably doped out beyond belief. Perhaps he’d forget all about it by the next morning, when the medication wore off and the edge was taken away. From what little he saw of him, Lucien had indeed changed quite a bit. Admittedly it wasn’t much, but it would be something in the end. He wasn’t expecting him to remember, though. Perhaps he would, and it’d be a better day.
”Well, I do know now.” Even if Lucien was hopped up on morphine, because he’d take it with a grain of salt for now. He’d wait on it, however; there was perhaps some truth in what he was saying, after that long speech he just gave. ”Still, you should rest. You’ve taken a lot today, and you’re probably rather high on morphine at the moment.” And if he let him, he’d likely go blabbering off about other things. He wasn’t aware that it was Lucien’s first genuine apology.
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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on Jul 2, 2013 11:58:06 GMT -8
tagged: jun shi, mirach. time: may 10th, 11pm. notes: bone fix time. Rest. Rest sounded good, and food sounded better, so he gave a sullen little nod and then leaned up, starting to eat. He was clumsy and clearly the morphine was having it's effect, but he wolfed it down just the same, hungry and groggy. Soon he was just groggy, exhausted beyond belief, and he slid the plate to the side before curling up in his bed. He kept his damaged hand out, resting it away from his body and hoping he wasn't going to roll at all that night. He doubted it--he had a good feeling that with the medication he was going to sleep like the dead.
"Goodnight Kun Shui." He muttered softly, letting his eyes close as sleep took him.
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