Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170424155034/@comment-26854056-20170602122054

Leon took deep breaths as he tried to process the situation. He warily glanced at his arms and legs, apart from a few deep gashes and pieces of waste porcelain wedged between his flesh here and there, it was nothing too concerning, but shit did it look bad. He could only imagine what his back, which took the fall, looked like.

Nothing too concerning, but damn it hurt like a bitch.

Finally calming down, to some extent, he looked up at Harvard, unable to stop himself from fussing over him as he reached for his face, only succeeding in painting a crimson streak on his cheek.

"H-Harvard- Your leg-"

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Elizabeth sighed, having to stand on her tip toes to rest her hand reassuringly on Ophelia's shoulder. As the girl continued to protest, she delicately laced her words with compulsion, letting a silvery sweet tone cover her real motives.

"Ophelia, darling, it's only a scratch, something that can be fixed easily with a bandage and tape. Besides, I don't think that his husband would be pleased in finding Leon injured in my own house. Considering how our last meeting went... He'll jump to conclusions. It would be better for him to leave."

She smiled sweetly, trying to look around the room for anything else she could use to prove her point. Finally, she spotted the small ceramic figures scattered over the floor. If her compulsion didn't work, bribery would have to do.

She gave a fake saddened, nostalgic look on her face as she glanced at the small pieces of art.

"If you would like dear... You can keep those. Collie made them and... I don't think it'd be a good idea to have them lying around the house. It's too soon."