tauraran | IC Contact

Thank you, again. I shall see you soon?

[And then she sends him the address to her house.]

I hope it's not difficult to find your way here.

((OOC: did you want to action that here?? :D ))

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{He makes the journey swiftly - he is an Elf, they can cover a lot of ground quickly and without tiring - so instead of responding via text, he knocks on her door. He is holding the finished sign towards him so she won't see the artwork until he is ready.}

[She really isn't expecting him to get there as soon as he had. So, hearing the knock on the door, her eyebrows furrow a little as she rises to her feet. Soothing her hand over the front of her skirt, she makes her way over to her door, and after a moment she pulls it open.

Her eyes widen a little seeing Thranduil there. She looks up at him and smiles slightly/ He won't be able to miss the bruises that are scattered across her cheeks and under her eyes and the barely healing cuts on her lips. But they, along with the bruises he can't see was why she contacted him.

Her gaze drops to what he's holding and for a moment she completely forgets that she'd asked him to make her a sign.]

Please, come in.

[She steps back, pulling the door completely open so he can come inside.]

{He is dressed comfortably in a robe that features blue and silver. On his brow, he is wearing his circlet, forged in silver and sturdy enough to withstand blows in battle. The sign is something to cheer her, he hopes; the herbs (salve) for healing he carries in his pocket and the power to heal lies in his hands.

Just the sight of her bruises makes him angry and he frowns darkly, worried. Before he can examine her closer, she invites him inside. He is quick to enter and, for the moment, he sets the sign aside.}

Who has done this to you? {He will find them if he has to travel from house to house or door to door!} To strike another in the face is cruel.

[He truly is beautiful. But she's always thought that. Beautiful and elegant.

Part of Inara wants to tell him, because honestly, seeing Tim hurt as much as he hurt her, well that would make her feel a whole lot better. But there's her Buddhist side she's been struggling to embrace again. It's hard, but she needs to let go and just let it be.]

It does not change what has happened. [Her words are soft but she looks up at him with large eyes. And if striking her face was the only thing that was done.] I would prefer not to speak of who did... this. Please.

{His beauty is maintained by a spell. Underneath that magic, he is much worse off than her. But it bothers him to see others treated poorly. This is...abuse. And if he knew the name of the one responsible, he would find a way to make them pay.

Taking the salve from his pocket, he takes off the lid and dips his fingers into the concoction. He respects her wish, however...}

You might think you are doing what is right by staying quiet, but I wish for you to consider this: if your attacker could do this to you, could they not do it to another?

{He cups her chin gently against his hand, his thumb resting beneath her lips.}

[She knows he's right, she does. But she also just wants to move on and try to forget about it all. She just wants things to go back to normal, well, as normal as can be there.

She looks up at him as he cups her chin and though she's been really good at controlling her emotions, her bottom lip trembles a bit.]

I would feel horrible if something were to happen to someone else... What would you do to him though?

{He applies the salve, murmuring ancient words under his breath, calling forth his power to ease the cuts and bruises. The swelling will lessen under his fingers and he waits until her face is more how it should be before he answers.}

Justice is not something to fear. As for what I would do...

{Thranduil takes control of his fury - for her sake.}

I would turn him in for his violence and warn him to never raise a hand against you again lest I take justice into my hands.

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[She closes her eyes, and she can feel the strange warmth of his power flowing into her, healing her. It was the strangest sensation. But, one that she's grateful for.

After a few moments, she opens her eyes and nods.]

It was Tim Stoker. He claims he didn't, but... I was there and it was him.

{Resting his palms on her cheeks, letting his power radiate out, calling for the herbs to do their duty and do it well, Thranduil takes heed of the name. Calmly. Tim Stoker.}

Could the city have been playing a trick?

[She looks up at him and her eyebrows furrow a bit. Not because of the way the healing feels, it actually feels good, but rather his question.]

It's... possible. [She frowns slightly.] Anything seems to be possible in this city. But, he knew things... He was mad at me for something I did, said. How would the city know that?

[She doesn't know it, but it was really a clone of Tim Stoker. She truly thinks it was Tim though.]

I cannot say. {He sighs and brushes a gentle hand over her hair. It hurts to see someone who is vulnerable suffering. If this were his kingdom...

If. Tim Stoker would be put to death.}

Can you stay far from him? He does not deserve a second chance.

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[It's not often Inara allows someone to comfort her in any way, but she doesn't seem to mind it coming from Thranduil.]

Yes, thankfully I can. We do not seem to have any business to be near one another. [She lifts her chin a little.] And I've told him that I will kill him if he comes near me again.

Ah, tell him that I will kill him if he comes near you again.

{His voice drops, deep as thunder, and there is a sense of power about him. Power that can soothe - as he is doing for her now - as well as strike down.}

[She looks up at him and her eyes widen a little. He's been so gentle with her, but she knows there is a ferocious side of him that she certainly never truly wishes to see.

She nods though.]

I shall. If I ever speak to him again.

{He reins in his temper - for her sake. She doesn't deserve it. But very little angers him more than a woman being abused.}

You are safe; you are not alone.

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