William’s eyes did not reopen until the following noon. He could swear he still felt a warmth on his forehead, though whether it was from fever or from the heat of her breath against his skin, he didn’t know. The sunlight had passed overhead and no longer shone directly into the window, signalling the time that had passed. He began to look around as he sat up, wincing in pain from the rush to his head.
Though it was now light, he was having just as much luck trying to determine his location without his glasses. He would be lucky if he could see a few feet in front of his face. And his scythe… Where was his scythe?
He frowned deeply, searching for anything that vaguely resembled his scythe, feeling around the bed for his scythe. Where had that woman put it?
A moment later he had to give in to his aching body and lower himself down once again, and as he drew in a deep breath of air, he began coughing. He felt as though he could not get warm, but truthfully, his temperature was quite high.
“Madam?” he called out. Forget his scythe; where had she gone?
As the night had passed, the creature remained near his side. Those burning scarlet eyes drifting along his slumbering frame, observing the subtle changes in his rest. As if the darkness night curl close to steal him without her consent. An ironic foreshadowing, perhaps.
When the morning dawned, the physician deemed him stable and slipped out of the chamber to attend to her morning rituals. A slumbering guest did not detour her from the importance of her work; the succubi had more then one client, after all, be them human or other. Each seeking a remedy for some ailment or another. It was a fruitful business, truly.
It was she worked that the lady in red found her mind wandering to the reaper, and each time a scowl furrowing itself upon her lips. The sooner he was healed and out of her little nest? The better. He was proving quiet the distraction– and he wasn’t even awake yet.
‘Madam?’ His weak voice had called out.
Ah. She had spoken too soon.
The woman pursed her lips slowly, setting down the tool in hand and pushing back from her workbench. She left behind the half powdered remains of herbs; whipping her fingers clean on a rag in passing.
It was wonderful sign that he had awoken– he was one step closer to being shipped back to where he belonged.
The creaking of a door would signal her entrance. A frame tailored in scarlet hue’s and pristine white that advanced on him gracefully. The layers of her skirts swaying into the movement of those curved hips.
"Why, I thought you were going to sleep the day away, darling.“ That smooth velvet voice purred out, teasing him lightly as she came to pause at his bedside. A set of fingers moving to caress along his brow with interest. She found him febrile, and a frown pulled those cherry painted lips hellward. Curious. Was he getting an infection? She needed to change his bandages regardless– perhaps she could find the source then.
”How are you feeling?“ The domina asked, head canting to the side. The movement sent shoulder lengths of red hair spilling to the side along her features.
