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newtears​:

Keeping an act up for so long was part of his job. Sometimes though, that act would slip. To keep a mask on for so long, especially when he didn’t have to during that time, felt exhausting. Leon was familiar with the festival, but he never took interest in it. Other things always seemed to take priority unless duty called for him to show up.

He understood now what they meant by what a joy this festival was for those who attended. No one seemed to care about anything or anyone, and there were smiles and laughter all around. Leon on the other hand did not feel that. When the blonde turned her head to greet him, he all but shot her a confident smile in return. “It would be much more festive with another drink, and merrier.”

The gentleman’s joke made the blonde mistress giggle slightly. “Of course, life is always more festive and certainly merrier when drink is involved,” Panacea said with a small smile still plastered across her face. “Isn’t that the reason we tolerate the unsavory beverage...to have a bit of fun?” Pan wasn’t a fan of the average burgundy wine typically served at other festivals or celebration, but she could down cup after cup of the mead. She enjoyed the concoction so much that she had even begun making her own special meade infused with wildflowers. 

Perhaps the gentleman would enjoy a taste, Pan thought to herself as she glanced back down to watcher her fingers continue sifting through the pile of freshly-picked wildflowers. She was nearly done with her final chore, but it wouldn’t hurt to take a rest and share a glass of meade with the man standing in front of her. Panacea dropped the flowers she was working on and turned to the chest sitting to her right to grab the bottle of mead and two glasses. “Would you care for a glass of my own special mead? I make it fresh each harvest season with flowers from the forest.”

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bloodsshed​:

“  evening,  ”  stark  replies,  settling  himself  down  across  from  pan.  catching  sight  of  her  had  brought  stark  a  relief  he  didn’t  know  he  needed.  attending  events  like  these  had  never  been  on  stark’s  list  of  enjoyable  things  to  do,  but  he  always  felt  compelled  to  join  in  for  worry  of  a  𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧  𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧.  so  far,  it  seemed  like  his  worries  had  been  misplaced.  but  seeing  a  familiar  face  allowed  him  to  relax,  even  if  it  was  only  for  a  little  while.

“  it  is,  i  hope  you’re  enjoying  yourself,  ”  he  said,  offering  panacea  a  small  smile.  his  eyes  fall  to  the  flowers  she  was  working  with,  and  his  smile  grew  just  a  little  wider.  even  when  she  was  supposed  to  be  relaxing  it  seemed  like  she  could  not  stop  working.

“  have  you  gotten  a  chance  to  dance  ?  ”  he  asks,  eyebrows  raising.  “  or  be  chased  by  a  man  ?  ”  he  laughs  a  little,  turning  to  scan  the  tree  line.

Panacea’s ear perked up immediately upon hearing the tone of Stark’s voice when he responded to her greeting. While they had only met once when Stark was wounded, the moment they spent together hadn’t left her mind since it happened. Being in Stark’s presence effected a serene feeling in the blond, something not many people could do for Panacea since her mother passed. 

“Stark, how lovely to see you,” Panacea looked up and smiled at the tall, dark figure. “I’m enjoying myself very much...I was just finishing up some of my remaining work before joining the celebration festivities.” While her tone was chipper and her posture relaxed, the words that flowed from her lips constructed an outright lie. She was avoiding the festivities he spoke of and desperately wanted to be anywhere other than a crowded clearing on an otherwise beautiful summer evening. “I was planning on joining the next dance...were you looking for a partner?” Panacea mused as she finished up her work. “I would be happy to help you find someone deserving of a dance with you!”

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location: celebration site || status: closed ft. @wiickedhearts​

The sweet melody of simple instruments flooded Javier’s ears as he sipped on his fifth drink of ale. While he didn’t consider himself a traditional person, there was something about a pint of ale, a beautiful festival evening, and even more beautiful women dancing that made his body feel electric. The half-elf was craving someone with whom he could share this joyous moment, but no one came to mind. It had been a while since the scoundrel had the pleasure of company, but what better night to chase some tail than that of the festival of light and harvest? 

Casually, Javi let his deep burgundy-colored eyes sweep across the clearing crowded with plainly-dressed people until someone, anyone caught his eye. It took a few more seconds of scanning until he came upon an elf sitting on the other side of the festival. Ah... now there’s someone who looks like they could use company, Javier thought to himself as he raised his pint glass to his lips once again and downed the warm liquid. Wiping the drops of ale from his lip with the back of his sleeve, Javier stood up and sauntered over to the exquisite elf and slumped down next to them. “Is’a great night for a party... don’t you think?” Javier asked with a dumb smile as he reached behind himself and exchanged his empty pint for two full ones. “At least it will be... here, take this.”

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bloodsshed​:

“  of  course,  ”  stark  says.  “  may  i  say  that  that’s  quite  optimistic  of  you ?  ”  he  raised  an  eyebrow,  head  tilting  ever  so  slightly  as  he  looked  down  at  her.  “  not  many  others  think  the  same  way  that  you  do,  i’m  afraid.  you  are  certainly  the  first  to  give  me  such  an  answer,  so  forgive  me  for  thinking  the  worst.  ”  he  shakes  his  head,  turning  away  when  she  presses  the  salve  against  his  skin.  he  does  his  best  to  hide  the  pain  on  his  face,  but  he’s  certain  that  it  must  be  𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭  regardless. 

“  i  have  …  run  into  so  many  that  despise  me  simply  for  being  a  templar.  even  if  they  know  not  of  my  status  and  my  command,  just  the  simple  fact  that  i  am  one  of  them  is  enough  to  get  a  sneer  from  plenty  of  people.  and  then,  of  course,  there  is  the  𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐,  but  i  will  not  disclose  anymore  of  that  to  you,  my  lady.  ”  he  shakes  his  head,  waving  a  dismissive  hand  in  the  air.  he’s  still  trying  to  be  on  his  best  behaviour.  he  can’t  help  but  think  deeply  about  his  actions.  he’s  so  often  around  unruly  men  and  women  that  it  was  a  d̲r̲a̲s̲t̲i̲c̲  c̲o̲n̲t̲r̲a̲s̲t̲  being  in  the  presence  of  a  lady.

“  but,  i  thank  you  for  helping  me  today.  and  for  keeping  an  open  mind,  ”  stark  smiles,  finally  turning  to  look  at  pan  directly  now.  suddenly,  he  doesn’t  want  to  leave,  but  he  can’t  quite  figure  out  why.  “  is  there  anyway  i  can  repay  you  for  this  ?  ”

Panacea couldn’t stop the flush of blood from settling in her cheeks upon hearing Stark refer to her as a lady. It was a title bestowed upon her from her time at the Circle and after taking over her mother’s role as the head apothecary, but for some reason, it felt different hearing the simple title come from the gentleman’s lips. “I appreciate you sparing me the gorey details, Sir...” Pan said in a musical tone as she concentrated on placing swaths of clean cloth over the salve-covered wound on Stark’s side. “But I have seen many battles myself... or at least the aftermath of such battles. This isn’t the first time I’ve had the blood of a templar on my hands.” She was referring to her past work with her mother, treating those wounded defending the mages of the Circle. 

“You are quite welcome, but please, there’s no need to compensate me for the care,” the blonde said cooly as she finished the final layers of the dressing and reached for one more long piece of cloth. Carefully, Pan leaned closer to Stark and threaded the strip of cloth around his back before tying it off center to secure the bandage on his wound. “Just promise me you’ll seek more prompt treatment the next time you find yourself injured, yes?” Pan said as she recentered herself on the bench next to Stark and looked into his dark eyes. Her work was done and the templar was good as new.

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I felt the rhythm, I felt the fever in your mind - I couldn't save you, but at least I say I tried

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location: celebration site | | status: open to anyone

The blonde’s soft, golden locks were pulled back from her porcelain face and plaited with yellow and white wildflowers gathered from her garden; she wore a simple, pure white dress with a high neck and voluminous sleeves fitted at the wrist with a cream-colored apron wrapped around her waist. It had been ages since Panacea felt that little spark of joy— dare I say excitement in her chest. While it was more like anxiety, it was a welcome change from the heavy grief she had been carrying since her mother passed merely a month ago. The standard side of loneliness was also lessened thanks in part of the crowd of happy and joyful people celebrating the festival of light and harvest. It seemed to be contagious.

Pan was busy sorting out small stacks of wild flowers traditionally used to decorate one’s hair or lapel in recognition of the fertile season of early Summer when she noticed someone approach her table out of the corner of her eye. “Merry meet,” Pan said warmly as she raised her head to gaze at the person who came to a stop. “It’s such a lovely and festive evening, isn’t it?”

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newtears​:

“Hmm. I don’t suppose I’ll get a discount for giving up this nice little spot.” Viserys joked, watching as she began to prepare to dip her feet. The basket full of plants should have given him some sort of clue had he been paying more attention. If anything, he would have guessed she was some type of gardener. He wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d ever stumbled into that shop in the past.

Reaching for his boots, he began to slip into the remaining articles of clothing that sat waiting for him. For a moment, he couldn’t tell if she was just a nosy person or unsure of how else to make conversation with him. “About the same route you came from, I’d say. I am to stay in Elysia for the night. I’d ask you where you’re heading to, but I think we both know the answer to that.”

The stranger’s joke made a smile flicker across Panacea’s face as her bare feet finally met the warm waters of the healing spring. There were so few pleasures in life similar to the first dip into a hot spring after a long day of forging. “I’m sure we could work something out. After all, you did give up this wonderful hot spring so kindly and without question,” Pan said with a glance toward the stranger. 

She didn’t mean to pry, she was simply curious where the stranger was headed, particularly if it was somewhere beyond Elysia. “Have you secured boarding yet? I could recommend some options if you’re in need,” Pan glanced back down toward her hands holding the hem of her skirt above the water. “There’s a wonderful inn just a ways from my apothecary.”

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wxundcd​:

closed starter for @vitaetmcrs​ !

something was terribly wrong with him. his area of work was very unpredictable and extremely dangerous, so he was used to getting hurt, but the wound across his arm was completely eating up his senses. his skin was covered with cold sweat and he was seeing dark spots, caused by the dizziness. he was absolutely sure that he had completely underestimated his victim. he had predicted self defense, but weapons covered in poison? hell. how hadn’t he seen that in his victim’s mind? malakai was a skilled mage, having perfected the ability to see one’s thoughts if he wished to, he should have seen this coming.

his thoughts were a muster of disappointment in himself, agony and urging himself to stand straighter and move faster through the street toward that apothecary, while holding pressure on his wound. it’s sign was starting to become blurry and barely visible to him as he took deep breaths to focus himself on getting there. he knew there was a high possibility that he would die. poisons have always been his weak spot because he was never able to memorize the plants. he trusted his senses more than memory. so it would only be fair if his death was brought by it.

kai tried to open the door once he reached the apothecary, but it didn’t move. “ for fuck’s sake, ” he swore immediately, a slight bit of panic creeping into his mind. it was fair to say he was barely standing and seeing the image of his face in a thought of a common passerby had frightened him. he banged on the door with some bit of strength. “ hello ? is anybody in here ? i really need help. ”

The soft sound of a fist banging on the door awoke the sleeping blonde and filled her with worry. It wasn’t often that Panacea was awakened by another needing immediate medical attention, but when such patient would arrive it was typically serious. Quickly, Pan pushed off her bedding, slipped out of bed and wrapped a crochet rectangle of cloth around her shoulders before descending the stairs. Her bare feet padded against the smooth tile floor, carrying her to the shop’s locked door and the stranger slumped over beside it. 

“I am here,” Panacea said as she opened the door and pulled the man inside. She guided him hastily to a bench against the wall of the apotek with a tight grip around his uninjured arm. “Tell me, what happened to your arm and why do you smell of something foul?” Pan questioned as her fingers began prodding at the Stranger’s festering flesh wound. Something wasn’t right about the way the skin was folded, and the color of the blood was far too dark to be human. 

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bloodsshed​:

“  thank  you,  ”  the  words  are  barely  out  before  stark  is  clamping  his  mouth  shut.  the  pain  of  his  wound  being  tended  to  is  much  worse  than  the  pain  of  the  sword  slicing  through  his  skin.  one  is  quick  and  easy,  the  other  is  long  and  𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐.  unfortunately,  he  knows  this  is  not  the  last  time  he  will  have  to  endure  such  agony.

his  eyes  fall  shut  as  panacea  works  the  area.  he  breathes  slowly  through  his  nose,  doing  his  best  to  calm  his  pounding  heart  and  to  ignore  the  pain  of  his  nearly  infected  wound.

finally,  he  manages  to  open  his  eyes  and  look  at  his  healer.  he  picks  up  on  the  way  she  speaks  about  her  family,  if  only  because  it  is  so  similiar  to  the  way  that  he  speaks  about  his.  the  tone  is  enough  to  give  it  away,  despite  what  little  is  said.  𝐢𝐭  𝐢𝐬  𝐚  𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤  𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬  𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥.

“  ah,  was  it  so  obvious  ?  ”  stark  asks,  eyebrows  raising  in  question.  he  isn’t  sure  if  he  wears  the  title  with  pride  any  longer,  but  it  is  his  title  to  hold  regardless.  “  that’s  commander  to  you,  ”  he  jokes,  offering  a  gentle  smile.  it  isn’t  so  often  that  he’s  smiling  in  the  company  of  a  stranger,  but  he  feels  comfortable  now  that  she’s  had  her  fingers  𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐  inside  his  skin.  “  i  guess  we  are  opposites,  then.  i  hope  you  do  not  think  of  me  less  because  of  it.  ”

A sting of regret pierced Panacea’s heart as she finished dabbing around the roughed-up skin on Stark’s side. She didn’t mean to strike a sore spot inside the gentleman, but clearly she was prodding Stark in more ways than one, so she let a brief pause clear the air between the two of them before her she responded. “Why would I think less of you?” Pan said as she looked up from the wound and locked eyes with the Templar. There was a hint of curiosity in her gaze.

While Panacea never truly agreed with the need for fighting and bloodshed, she understood that without harm one cannot heal. Of course, there would always be sick children to care for and small injuries to mend, but no one really needed Pan for those things. They simply required the tinctures and salves she produced, innocent commodities that any abled person could create given the materials.

Trying hard to ignore the throb of loneliness in her heart, Panacea placed the bloodied swath of cloth away from the clean ones and reached for a small, gold tin. “We may be opposites, but one cannot exist without the other, yes?” Panacea smiled at Stark again and glanced down to watch her own hands twist off the top of the tin. It revealed a smooth salve nearly as golden as the fine locks that sat upon Pan’s head and smelled of sweet garlic. Her delicate fingers retrieved a small glob of the magic balm and began to coat Stark’s wound to begin the healing process. 

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newtears​:

“Ah—so you work with healing herbs, or something of that sort. I’m not sure I’ve ever spoken to someone else who works with this type of stuff outside of… well, purchasing anything I needed.” After finishing mostly dressing himself, he turned to look at her with an amused smile. The complete opposite of what he was coming across as just a moment ago. All things dealing with medicine had always interested him, but due to his unfortunate upbringing he never quite found the chance for indulging himself in books. With so much blood on his hands, he felt he truly didn’t deserve such a position. His past and current would forever haunt him, staining him completely.

“No need for that.” Viserys sat himself, reaching for his armor as he continued to dress himself. “This is all yours now. I’ve no need to stay here much more longer than a couple of minutes. Please—be my guest.”

Panacea watched the stranger begin to reattach his armor to his person for a brief second before she bent down and placed her basket full of medicinal plants on the ground. “Yes, I’m the keeper of the apothecary within the walls of Elysia,” the blonde said with a slight apprehension in her voice. The stranger’s shift in mood confounded the young woman, but she tried not to bring attention to her confusion. 

“Thank you,” the blonde said with a small smile. With her hands free of gathered materials, Pan once again bent down and began to untie the laces of her leather shoes. She slipped them off with ease and started removing her thin knitted stockings so she could dip her feet into the water. “Might I ask where you are traveling to after this?” Panacea inquired as she gently lifted the hem of her skirt and moved toward the spring.

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LADY MACBETH (2016), dir. William Oldroyd / OH, THE WILD, WILD MOORS (1800′s), writ. Edwin Waugh

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biography

                        ˜”*°•.˜”*°• panacea eirav arudstrand •°*”˜.•°*”˜

NAME: PANACEA EIRAV ARUDSTRAND

AGE: TWENTY-SIX

HEIGHT: 5′4″

HAIR COLOUR: HONEY BLONDE

EYE COLOUR: HAZEL-GREEN

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: STRAIGHT

RACE: HUMAN

OCCUPATION: HEAD APOTHECARY & EARTH MAGE

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

-Panacea Arudstrand was born in the forests circling the back half of Elysia during the late spring, just before the flower moon. Mother was fleeing something that had been lurking in the woods for days after she was exiled from her village in Frosthold. She had fallen pregnant without being married and was shamed until she closed up her apothecary and left. Mother had been camping in the forest on her way to Elysia when she encountered the creature that sent her sprinting over the damp moss-covered ground.

-Not long after Pan’s seventh birthday, her gifts borne of earth magic began to show. The power became evident to Mother in small, subtle ways. Dying plants reborn after the touch of Pan’s porcelain fingers, perfectly-produced herbal tinctures from a child who could not yet read, and insights that could only be known with a form of divination using flora and fauna.

-When Panacea turned thirteen, Mother took her to be educated by the Circle of Magi in the ways of magehood and manners. Her wish was for Pan to rise above the stature of apothecary and reclaim her ancestors’ rightful place as royal advisors by making use of her strong magical abilities. Small in stature, Panacea was bullied relentlessly by her peers during her time in the Circle for how flamboyant she could be, so she learned again to reign herself in and make herself small around others.  

-Panacea returned to Mother’s apothecary after a decade in the care of the Circle of Magi. Just a fortnight from her final examination to leave the Circle and be released to a vacant court posting, Pan received word that her mother fell ill with unexplained paralysis. The young 23-year-old mage made the decision to abandon her court-bound track and return home to care for Mother and Arudstrand Apotke. The young blonde happily relearned the ways of the healer Eir for which Panacea was named. It wasn’t until the eve of Panacea’s twenty-six birthday when Mother’s paralysis finally consumed her entire body and left the young blonde on her own. 

RIGHT NOW, Panacea has just returned from mourning Mother’s loss and is starting to restock the apothecary so it can reopen to the people of Elysia. She feels lonely and lost, and she’s trying to figure out her place in the world without Mother by her side. So, she continues to do the only thing she knows: using her magic and her skill to heal those who cross the threshold of Arudstrand Apotek, while dreaming of a life only lived in her wildest dreams.

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

-Panacea is above all else an introvert and prefers to do her medicinal work alone without company to distract her. Years of torment left the petite blonde with a harder exterior that often manifests as a serious, but feminine bravado. 

-You will not find Pan to complain about anything, not the poor weather, not the food, not even when she feels down. Panacea reserves her energy to solve everyone else’s problems instead of seeking out others to solve her own problems. She is first and foremost a healer, as both her names suggest. 

-Pan enjoys working hard and getting her hem dirty, whether its working the garden, foraging for rare ingredients in the woods, or helping save the lives of brave and injured warriors. She understands her duty and executes it like a soldier trained for battle. 

-SECRETLY, Panacea is a soft and optimistic being longing for a connection that grounds her to this Earth. She feels as if she has no purpose or path before her, only the routine and mundane life of a shopkeeper. 

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

* Panacea’s father who coerced Mother into having an affair while she worked for a noble family in the Frosthold region

* Sigrid the nasty apothecary assistant who thinks she should have been the one to take over the apothecary after the death of Mother

* A stranger to take her on an adventure and show her the world beyond the walls of Elysia, while helping her loosen up

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

None

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memory + mother !

The tight leather boots squeezing a juvenile Panacea were brand new and issued by the hell-hole where she'd be spending the next several years learning the art of magic. "Hurry up, Pan... you can't be late. What will we do if you cannot learn to utilize your gifts," Mother said in a hushed but vexed tone. The wind was blowing the skirt of Mother's smock around as they hurried toward the Circle of Magi that lay just outside Elysia.

It was time for Pan to go away and learn to wield the magic of her ancestors, but what the small blonde wouldn't give to remain by her mother's side in the Apotek. "Must I go away, though?" Pan asked as she hurried to catch up to Mother. The two finally reached the door on the outside of the Circle's compound. Quickly, Mother bent down, pulled a small Panacea into her cloaked arms, and squeezed tight.

"Yes, you must," Mother hushed Pan and squeezed even tighter. "This is where you must be for now, but we will see each other again. Don't worry, Älskling." Mother pulled away and kissed Pan on the forehead before standing back up and pounding on the large door. Suddenly, a loud churning noise began behind and the door started to pull upwards. Panacea's stomach began filling with butterflies as the gate withdrew higher and higher into the stone wall. This was the last place the blonde thought she would remain.

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bloodsshed​:

stark  gives  a  brisk  shake  of  his  head  when  the  word  ‘  𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜  ’  come  from  panacea.  he  is  the  last  person  she  should  be  apologizing  to  for  a  lack  of  something  he  didn’t  quite  have  a  grasp  of  on  his  own.  he  was,  after  all,  the  one  who  had  barged  into  her  shop  despite  it  being  the  crack  of  dawn.  

“  yes,  well,  if  you  don’t  mind  panacea,  i  may  be  coming  back  to  see  you  more  often  than  you  would  like  …  under  these  𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭  circumstances,  ”  he  confesses.  there  are  simply  some  things  he  cannot  do  himself,  that  much  is  clear.  at  the  very  least,  the  next  time  the  wound  will  be  looked  after  immediately  instead  of  when  stark  is  on  the  brink  of  𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚.  

“  please,  go  ahead,  ”  he  motions  for  her  to  begin,  turning  his  head  away  so  that  he  can  busy  himself  with  their  surroundings.  

“  is  this  shop  your  own  ?  must  be  hard  to  run.  ”

”You’re welcome to come back anytime,” the blonde smiled as she moved forward and tipped the bottle of witch hazel onto the open wound. Panacea watched as the clear liquid cascaded down Stark’s side and settled into the puffy folds of the injured skin.

After a good five seconds, Panacea’s hands pulled back from the wound and set the bottle of witch hazel back down beside her on the bench. She then picked up one small swath of gauze and lightly dabbed around the redder portions of Stark’s wound. Luckily he came in when he did. Any later and the infection would have spread, Pan thought to herself as she continued mopping up the tonic.

“This is my family’s shop, and I oversee it now,” Panacea said with a lonely twinge in her tone. By family she simply meant mother, the only parent she had ever known. “And it’s not such hard work when you enjoy what you do.” Pan smiled and pulled her hand away again, dropping the damp and bloodied cloth to her side. The damaged flesh on the left side of the man’s torso looked better already. “I’m sure you understand that, Templar.”

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bloodsshed​:

stark  is  thankful  for  the  haste  the  woman  makes.  the  wound  isn’t  so  terrible,  although  the  way  it  is  healing  certainly  is,  but  it  gives  him  some  form  of  comfort  to  know  that  she  takes  it  seriously  without  even  seeing  the  damage  he’d  been  dealt.

“  of  course,  ”  he  mutters,  gaze  moving  from  her  face  to  the  back  of  the  shop  where  he  can  see  a  shadow  of  movement  from  another  presence.  he  settles  himself  down  in  the  nearest  seat  and  rolls  up  his  shirt  gingerly.  stark  winces  as  the  fabric  catches  against  his  wound  and  he  does  his  best  to  not  move  around  too  much  as  she  gets  a  look.

“  wrapped  it  myself,  no  wonder  it  looks  so  awful,  ”  he  jokes.  “  thank  you  for  your  time  …  ”  he  paused,  turning  his  attention  back  to  her.  “  forgive  me,  i  didn’t  get  your  name  yet  and  you’re  tending  to  my  wounds.  i’m  𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤.  ”

The petite blonde sat down beside the man on a bench flanking the side of the apothecary. She could see the pain in the man’s face as he peeled away the blood-soaked cloth from the twisted skin. It was bright red and oozing— a sign of a rash patch job. What is it with men and their inability to ask for help when first wounded, Panacea thought to herself. 

Sigrid soon appeared at Pan’s side with materials needed to make a proper wound patch. She placed the ground yarrow, a basket of bandages, a small astringent concoction, and a bottle of liquor beside Pan before gliding back into the shadows to finish her work.

“I figured as much,” Pan smiled softly as she reached for the astringent, but soon paused to answer the man’s question. “Oh dear, of course. Where are my manners? My name is Panacea, and I’m the keeper of this apothecary. It is a pleasure to meet you... despite these circumstances.”

“I’m going to clean the wound now with some witch hazel,” Pan looked up at Stark as she reached for a piece of bandage with her other hand. Her ivory-colored hands gripped the bottle of astringent and moved toward the wound once again. “It will feel uncomfortable at first, but we must clear whatever’s trapped inside the wound to reduce the chance of an infection.”

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newtears​:

She was not who he expected. Typically, he was wary of all company, but she seemed all too innocent to cause any harm. It came as a surprise to find she wasn’t all too alarmed from his presence. Most of all, she seemed apologetic on having disturbed his solitude. Viserys felt a wave of guilt wash over him at her response. To feel such a thing for a stranger… perhaps he was starting to soften over the years.

“That’s… quite alright. I should be leaving soon anyway, so this’ll be all yours.” Soon after, he rose from the warm water, reaching for his clothes. As he began to dress himself, he turned over to look towards the younger woman, unsure if this was even a right time for a conversation. “Are you not afraid to be out too late?”

The stranger's question made her giggle quietly to herself as she again turned away to give the dressing man privacy. Panacaea knew these woods all too well, or at least well enough not to fear them during the twilight hours.

"My work requires me to venture into these woods at all hours of the day and night," the blonde spoke in a matter of fact tone. "When one is tasked with saving lives and treating aliments, one cannot afford to be afraid of these woods." She was sure the stranger had already tuned out her soft, husky voice as she gushed about the wonders of the medicinal plants found across every inch of the woodland. Not everyone enjoyed getting their hands dirty.

"Please, don't let my presence or my ramblings hurry you from enjoying the healing waters," Pan said as she turned to see if the stranger had finished dressing. "I can always return another time."

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memory + animals!

The sweet scent of fresh rainfall radiated from the damp ground that Panacaea walked on. Each step of her boots ended with a soft squish as she made her way out to the garden behind her shop. The sun had barely peeked over the horizon, and Pan was already preparing to open the apothecary for the day’s patrons. As the blonde approached the raised garden beds containing her herbs and vegetables, her eyes came upon a family of deer munching away on her spinach. What magnificent creatures, the blonde thought to herself as she slowed her walking pace and settled on the side of one of the beds. She could wait to collect today’s herbs if it meant feeding a hungry family of three. After all, what good is a garden if the bounty isn’t shared?