#edelwitch

It was just after sunset, and Uzoma had been cleaning up his work station before he was suddenly accompanied by a petite and very energetic man speaking his name. Dark brown eyes blinked at the man, one hand lifting to move some of his fuchsia braids away from his eyes to view him better, though once he caught sight of his face, he recognized him immediately. 

A bright smile bloomed on Uzoma’s scarred face immediately, and he dropped what he’d been holding onto his work table. “E-Edel!” he stuttered out of his own excitement, and quickly was he wrapping all four of his arms around his childhood friend. “Spirits... it ‘as been too long!”

Hazel was tentative, fine muscle playing along his body as he moved with liquid grace, still refusing to use the bipedal methods of walking that most humans did. He moved as though there were muscles in places that his human companion didn't have, slinking up the stairs and into the house to be bombarded by new sights and smells. Pointed ears were alert, twitching every now and again as a fluffy tail swished absently at thigh level.

edelwitch:

"Vlaaadiiiimiiiir!" This was the only warning Vlad had before a pair of lanky arms were wrapped around his shoulders from behind, squeezing tightly and affectionately. "I've missed you!" Edelweiss murmured into his hair, nuzzling. Returned from a trip home that had.. ran longer than expected.

The embrace caught the Soulstealer off guard. But he’d immediately recognized the witch’s voice; a crooked half-smile twisting across Vlad’s mouth as Edel wrapped his arms around him. It had been far too long since the last time he saw Edel, but on a positive note, the man’s affliction seemed to have cleared up. And that was good news, indeed.

Gently pulling away from the embrace and turning to face the man, Vlad crossed his arms tightly across his chest.

edelwitch:

It was a great blow to his pride, but Edelweiss had finally relented due to Vladimir’s convincing. He’d gone to the damn doctor. A Piltover doctor, no less. The witch had been skeptical and ill the entire time, but he was glad the ordeal was over. The doctor had told him what he already knew– Phoenix pox– and given him some medicine to help.

Except no one had explained to Edel the dangers of medicine like this. He’d taken one of the pain killers and it had done nothing really. Assuming they were just extremely weak or perhaps a bit delirious from the fever, he took matters into his own hands.

Vlad would walk in on the witch tilting the bottle back and swallowing.

Mouth to the bottle.

That is not the approved dosage prescribed by a physician.

Without hesitation, Vlad shot his hand forward and wrenched his fingers. He commanded the blood within Edel’s hand to halt midair; denying the witch the ability to move it and commanded the bottle to clatter to the floor. Colored pills scattered across the tile; cascading in multiple directions in a haphazard display.

“The fuck are you doing.” Vlad hissed, still holding Edel’s hand in place. He relinquished control, ran over and grabbed both of the man’s shoudlers.

“How many did you swallow. Goddamn it, Edel, this isn’t a fucking game.”

Wearing long sleeves and gloves, and his violet hood draped over his head, Vlad knocked on Edel’s door. His face obscured by the shadow in an attempt to hide the spots plaguing his face.