Fairy Tail RP

“I’ve been thinking about something.”

Rosemary crosses her arms. // Salem blinks a few times. “Wh-what?” He asks and squints as he concentrates to try to keep the greyness and floaters from clouding his vision. His fingers grip at the wood floor.

"A-About what?" *Freya asks, her toes curling in her slippers.* // *Fenwick looks over at Rosemary, snickering.*

“If I should tell you.” Washington puts a finger under her chin. // Fleur leans down and kisses him.

"Tell me!" *Freya pouts.*

Rosemary rolls her eyes. “I’m rooming with Shiomi.” // It takes him a moment in his state to register what’s going on, but he gingerly kisses her back.

The wounds begin to heal on their own. Fleur runs her hands through the hair, still seeming out of her innocent character. // "I don't know.." Washington thinks.

"Please!" *Freya stomps her foot.* // *Fenwick shrugs.* "Alright."

“Actualy.” Rosemary looks at Fenwick. “How about girls in one room, Fenwick in the other?” // Salem turns his head slightly as he kisses her to watch the wound heal.

Shiomi nods. "I like that idea!" She smiles. // Fleur bites his lip. // "I'm..." Washington looks at her. "Much better at mind games than you."

Salem tries to sit forward but he probably only makes it an inch off the crouch before he sinks back down. One of his hands travels down her thigh.

Rosemary looks to Williw. “What do you think?”

"Could care less." Willow crosses her arms.

"We can have a girls night!" She says. Before she makes her move, of course. // Fleur slides her soft hands under his shirt. I'm sorry. She thinks to herself.

"Do I not count as a girl?" Willow raised an eyebrow

Rosemary points to Shiomi. “Hell yeah.” Before she turns to Willow. “When I asked what you thought, that was an invitation.” // Salem gives her thigh a small squeeze before he starts to drift into unconsciousness.

"Nonono." Fleur grabs his face. "Stay awake." She strokes his cheeks with her thumbs.

His head rolls to the side and his eyes flutter to prove he’s trying to keep his eyes open. “I’m so tired.” He mumbles.

Fleur smiles, swiping the remaining blood from her lips and leans down, kissing his neck.

“I......can’t.” Salem closes his eyes and his hands fall away from her as he passes out.

"I see." Willow speaks. "I guess so."

Fleur sits up, stroking his forehead. He's so handsome. She looks down at herself. Blood covers her dress. She removes herself from on top of him, taking about 15 minutes to keep him on the bed because he was so heavy. But once she does, she begins to undress herself and look through Salem's clothing after showering. She hopes he doesn't mind. She puts on a large t-shirt.

Salem’s shirt is soaked with blood and the wound had healed to show no signs of its existence. There’s also a bit smeared on his sheek and his hair is in a bit of disarray, but otherwise he sleeps soundly.

Fleur looks down at Salem, she frowns. He's a mess. She takes another 15 minutes to drag him into the bathroom and into the bath tub. She begins to undress him, and sets a towel under his head to support his neck. She turns the water on, which is lukewarm. She allows the tub to fill around him, them puts a stopper in the tub. She takes a washcloth and starts to clean him.

Salem is still passed out this entire time, but she’d be able to see the y-scar starts from a few inches above his genitals and branches off above his pectoral muscles.