( closed ) it looks so clean but i can see

[sorser]

WHO: Stephen Strange and Lord John Grey
WHAT: A healing session. The magic kind.
WHERE: Thorne Castle
WHEN: Mid-April
WARNINGS: Will updated as needed.

ooc; that was definitely a fake cut. thread below!!!

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[Stephen wanders over to the front of the work table and leans back against it, crossing his arms as he considers the other man. If John wants to be addressed by his last name (or a title, though Stephen does not quite know that yet), then he'd hardly mind doing so; considering he's often addressed as Doctor Strange, except among those closest to him, it would be hypocritical to do otherwise.]

She didn't go into details. And I didn't think it was really my place to ask.

[Though he did ask enough to garner a very, very vague idea of the circumstances.]

She's from a time long before mine, and you're ten years into her future. Other than that? She said her husband tried to kill you, and thus the injury.

[He leaves it at that. It really is about the extent of what he knows, but he also leaves it open for the other man to either expound, or confirm and simply move on.]

[iustise]

[Lord John inclines his head. He had not given Claire too many details with regard to exactly what had happened to him, but... It is her future, and besides that. The circumstances are delicate, to say the least.]

That is correct. My name is Lord John Grey, and the last I knew, it was mid-June, 1778 -- although as to the precise date, I could not say. I'm afraid it was difficult to keep track, circumstances being what they were...

[He gestures toward his injury, offering the other man a self-conscious smile.]

Mr. Fraser took objection to a conversation we shared. With his fist, as you see.

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[It sounds like it to Stephen, too. Delicate. Delicate enough to have ended in some kind of explosive manner, ending with this man needing to come to him for a round of magical healing.]

I can see that. It must have been quite the strike to have done that kind of damage, too.

[It's not impossible, of course, but it's difficult. To shatter bone means the MCP joints have to have struck just right, with just enough force to have shattered or fractured bone. Must have been a pretty big "objection", he thinks.]

"Lord", though. [He was a bit off in just calling him "John", wasn't he?] I'll address you properly if that's your preference.

[iustise]

[His lips quirk in something of a self-deprecating smile.]

He is a large man. A highland warrior. And --

[He offers the other man something of a shrug.] He was rather unhappy with what I had to tell him, I suppose you might say.

But that's neither here nor there, now that we find ourselves here. Lord John will do just fine -- it is as most people address me. [Unless they are intimates. Honestly, the formalities (or lack thereof) of this place are going to take some getting used to, where Lord John Grey is concerned.

He gestures to his eye, and the eyepatch he has covering it.] More to the point -- you do think that you will be able to heal it? I can... Take this off, if you need to examine it more closely. I would warn you, it is not very pleasant to look at.

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[He nods, and though he won't press for further information, it isn't hard to imagine. It's not like Stephen hasn't been thrown around once or twice by... individuals physically stronger than himself. The result is often is quite painful, to say the least.

And so, he nods. Neither here nor there. He knows it as cue to move on.]

Lord John it is, then. Please-

[He straightens and gestures at one of the chairs in front of the work table.]

Have a seat. And don't worry, I was a surgeon before I was a sorcerer. I've seen more than my fair share of "unpleasant" and then some.

[After a point, human anatomy is just human anatomy; even if some injuries are more unkind to look at than most.]

[iustise]

[John moves to sit in the chair that Strange has indicated, wondering slightly at that explanation -- surgeon before sorcerer...? -- but not wanting to pry. This really is a strange place, though.]

And I have suffered my fair share of the unpleasant.

[He offers the other man a rueful smile.] Whether in my position in the army, or simply by misfortune -- surgeons have saved my life more times than they have any right to have done. Though I cannot say that this injury is particularly mortal...

[He reaches up to untie the bandage around his eye, revealing a particularly nasty bruise purpling over his eye, which has swollen shut and looks to be quite raw from the tears that begin to run down that side of his face now the eye is exposed to the light.]

It is decidedly unpleasant.

((ooc: FORGIVE ME for how late a reply this is, i totally understand if its been too long, tl;dr a combo of RL stress/allergies/too much computer time at work ko'd me and i needed a semi hiatus from RP to recover -- i would be happy to continue and grow their cr down the road though if you're game!!))

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(( OOC; NO WORRIES, as you can see this is also not the most expedient reply lol. I'm happy to continue if you are! ))

[He doesn't so much flinch at the sight, that purpled and swollen injury, though it's easy to chalk that up to his own experience as a doctor, and knowing what to expect before Lord John arrived. Still, he leans in a little to get a better look, his lips thinning.]

It doesn't have to be a mortal injury to affect your quality of life. And I'm going to say that this definitely qualifies.

[Stephen straightens, clasping his hands together.]

Let's hope this is the last time in a while when you're going to have to seek the aid of either sorcerer or doctor, all right? Now, you don't have to do much of anything, but I should tell you what to expect.

[A few more handgestures, quick and practiced, and amber light begins to trail and spark at his fingertips.]

This is what my native magic looks like. It's what I'll be using to heal you, in conjunction with what I've learned during my stay here.