"Is he still mad at me?" Evyra's voice shouted through the door, but it came out muffled.
"Let it go, Evy. Go clean your room or something," Sera piped up brightly, but it was clear she was annoyed.
"Evy, please depart from the area," Zephyra commanded calmly.
"Come on, I just want to help fix my mistake!" Evyra continued, and this time tried to turn the doorknob (again) - which of course was locked.
"You can help by going away and doing something else," Amyra stated pointedly.
Azrianna just sat quietly in the corner with Azier's head in her hands as she held his neck to the rest of his torso. For a Vampire, her hands sure were warm. She must have either been using magic secretly, or his latent abilities were reacting to hers. Either way, it wasn't good.
No one needed to know he could use magic. No one needed or should know that Azrianna knew magic. He felt very protective of her since she uttered the word 'master' and promised to follow him. It had to be some innate nature - but it didn't matter. All that mattered at this moment was if he was going to be able to 'heal' back together, or if more primitive measures were needed.
'Oh please let me heal....I do not want to be sewn together like a puppet. Ilsandra would have way too much fun with that...' he lamented silently.
"I think if we continue to go with your route of surgery, we could continue with the carving. His belly protected this side, so we;d just have to cut through the other half" Amyra mused out as the pointed to the remaining piece of Azier still stuck in the metal.
"It's plenty big - you won't have to worry about a mistake or two," Sera said with a cheery giggle.
"Let's not make any, please!" Azier called out with worry.
"...Also, thank you!" He followed up with a satisfied smile. He knew he was well endowed - he just liked to hear it. I mean... what man didn't?
Sera giggled and had to put her hands over her face to hide the naughty smile that was growing.
"Stop flirting with him and help me," Zephyra cut through Sera's fun and darted her eyes at the blonde.
"Awwww...fine..."
"I believe Amyra is correct in her thought process," the swords woman decided and reached to her left hip where she had a finer, smaller dagger.
"You'll have to tell me how many of those you have hidden on you sometime...It's impressive you pull them from nowhere," Amyra lifted her brows in awe as she spoke.
"Sorry, it would be impossible. A good warrior never reveals her secrets. Now hold him still so I can try to cut his shaft free first. I assume the tip wouldn't be preferable to start?" Zephyra turned her purple eyes to Azier's red ones for permission.
"....Can someone tell me if my torso is healing before I answer?" The prince questioned out uneasily.
"It is," she answered quickly.
"That was really fast....Are you lying to me?"
"Not at all." Zephyra reassured him flatly.
"Despite your very cold bedside manner, yes doctor - the base would actually be the preference....but I want someone to give me and my cock lots of kisses after this. To lose one's privates is rather painful, dare I say - uncomfortable," Azier replied with a playful, but charming grin.
"I am trained in healing," Amyra let out quickly.
Sera gave Amyra a bolt of lightning in her eyes as she was beaten to the punch. "Hey, I'm the one who has talented hands when it comes down to it."
Uhhh...was he being fought over?
"You are not experienced at all - and I have a medical background. You are just horny," Amyra argued back.
"Oh please, don't play innocent - you want to ride him as badly as I do!"
Oh yes, he was being fought over. He missed this. It had to have been his pheromones now that his body and head were starting to meld together again like warm wax being smoothed together.
Azrianna put their arguing to an end when she cleared her throat and looked at both of them with eyes of soft determination that seemed to be instantly understood as the two arguing women immediately agreed that neither of them would have him first.
Zephyra was just silent, and waited for all to die down before she gave one final warning before she would make the first cut.
"Azier, would you like to be taken out of the room for this? Maybe given some privacy to wail in peace? This will not be pleasant."
"Hah, me? Cry? No way. Besides, I want it to be known how Alhazier Varkys bravely faced the-yaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!" Were his famous last words before his eyes rolled back into his head and he passed out.
Everyone had their limits.