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elfwannabeTitle: Like Blood from a Stone
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paradisa RPG
Characters/Pairings: Helen Magnus, Galadriel
Summary: Helen Magnus wants to draw blood from Galadriel. Insanely stubborn woman face-off ensues.
"I beg your pardon?"
"A small vial, Galadriel, nothing more. It won't harm you."
"I am not accustomed to opening my veins, not even for the dearest of friends."
Helen sighed and help up the syringe in demonstration. "You'd hardly be opening your veins. This will take no more than is necessary. I only wish to help you, you know. To learn more of your biology."
"I am not one of your specimens, Dr. Magnus." You could always tell she was getting irritated when she reverted back to titles. "I am the Lady of Lórien and a daughter of kings."
"Patients, Galadriel, not specimens. And please, I know very well who you are. What if something were to happen to you? Is there anyone in the castle who knows enough to give you proper treatment?"
"I am a healer myself and more than capable of tending to my own wounds or instructing others in the task."
"And if you were unconscious or otherwise rendered incapable of instruction?"
Galadriel pursed her lips, a strong look of displeasure crossing her face. Whether it was from the thought of giving blood or from conceding a point, Helen wasn't sure. "I will consider it."
"Good. That's all I ask." For now, at least. Helen knew better than to push her too far too quickly. Good Lord, that woman was stubborn!
Fandom: Sanctuary/Lord of the Rings, Takes place in
paradisa RPGCharacters/Pairings: Helen Magnus, Galadriel
Summary: Helen Magnus wants to draw blood from Galadriel. Insanely stubborn woman face-off ensues.
"I beg your pardon?"
"A small vial, Galadriel, nothing more. It won't harm you."
"I am not accustomed to opening my veins, not even for the dearest of friends."
Helen sighed and help up the syringe in demonstration. "You'd hardly be opening your veins. This will take no more than is necessary. I only wish to help you, you know. To learn more of your biology."
"I am not one of your specimens, Dr. Magnus." You could always tell she was getting irritated when she reverted back to titles. "I am the Lady of Lórien and a daughter of kings."
"Patients, Galadriel, not specimens. And please, I know very well who you are. What if something were to happen to you? Is there anyone in the castle who knows enough to give you proper treatment?"
"I am a healer myself and more than capable of tending to my own wounds or instructing others in the task."
"And if you were unconscious or otherwise rendered incapable of instruction?"
Galadriel pursed her lips, a strong look of displeasure crossing her face. Whether it was from the thought of giving blood or from conceding a point, Helen wasn't sure. "I will consider it."
"Good. That's all I ask." For now, at least. Helen knew better than to push her too far too quickly. Good Lord, that woman was stubborn!