Post by Aito Satoshi on Mar 25, 2013 5:02:00 GMT -5
He didn't get hurt, he was still fine. Oh, thank Merlin. Carefully, he found himself straining to hear what Xay said. Muggle stitches? No wonder he felt that awful pulling. "Bloody enchanted trees..." His ancestors had the foresight to ensure that if the trees were to shatter and spear their enemies, that they would not be able to easily heal from the impact, however this was a minor flaw in the charm. It didn't let anyone heal!
When asked if he needed anything, he felt a small smile creeping over his lips. "Just you. That's all I need." Granted, he was feeling restless, and it was obvious in the way his eyes seemed unable to rest on one certain thing for a long amount of time, but he remained still as ordered. This 'still' thing was going to drive him bananas.
In the back of his mind, he was sorting through things. This last year of school was going to be crucial. After the year was over, he would begin his own training and once he had a job secured, then he would be providing for Xayden and ensurng that he was well taken care of. Then...there was the matter of children.
The bloodlines demanded the bearing of children from each boy to ensure the continuation of the bloodlines and the family name. That was the difficult part of the duty to his family, and he wasn't sure how he was supposed to give them the child they wanted without being intimate with someone other than his future husband. That thought made him a little sick, but both boys knew they had to. The children born of them would be placed into their care once born and that part, he was excited about.
That only solidified it. He was taking the training to become a doctor in the hospital. That absolutely set it in stone. He already had a lot of heling spell knowledge and know how, all that was left was to get through the testing and the specialist healing programs. That meant he would need Herbology, Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, and Transfiguration next year. But, he would do one thing for his love.
"I've been thinking..." He said weakly, his eyes slowly sliding back to his love's face. "If I'm healed well enough...I'm going to try out for Quidditch next year. Maybe I can win you that Quidditch Cup if I try hard enough...' He smiled, albeit weakly, and caressed his love's hand gently.
When asked if he needed anything, he felt a small smile creeping over his lips. "Just you. That's all I need." Granted, he was feeling restless, and it was obvious in the way his eyes seemed unable to rest on one certain thing for a long amount of time, but he remained still as ordered. This 'still' thing was going to drive him bananas.
In the back of his mind, he was sorting through things. This last year of school was going to be crucial. After the year was over, he would begin his own training and once he had a job secured, then he would be providing for Xayden and ensurng that he was well taken care of. Then...there was the matter of children.
The bloodlines demanded the bearing of children from each boy to ensure the continuation of the bloodlines and the family name. That was the difficult part of the duty to his family, and he wasn't sure how he was supposed to give them the child they wanted without being intimate with someone other than his future husband. That thought made him a little sick, but both boys knew they had to. The children born of them would be placed into their care once born and that part, he was excited about.
That only solidified it. He was taking the training to become a doctor in the hospital. That absolutely set it in stone. He already had a lot of heling spell knowledge and know how, all that was left was to get through the testing and the specialist healing programs. That meant he would need Herbology, Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, and Transfiguration next year. But, he would do one thing for his love.
"I've been thinking..." He said weakly, his eyes slowly sliding back to his love's face. "If I'm healed well enough...I'm going to try out for Quidditch next year. Maybe I can win you that Quidditch Cup if I try hard enough...' He smiled, albeit weakly, and caressed his love's hand gently.