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Post by John Doe on Jan 4, 2007 21:57:41 GMT -5
John rolled over onto his back and closed his eyes. This would be interesting.
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Post by Illusion on Jan 4, 2007 21:59:31 GMT -5
Coming back into the living room, the bottle in his hand, he walked over to the wall and dimmed the lights almost completely. Then walking back over to the couch, placing the bottle on the coffee table, he grabbed a soft looking couch pillow. "Alright, lift your head up a bit."
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Post by John Doe on Jan 4, 2007 22:00:59 GMT -5
John did as he was told, trusting Travis not to... Well he didn't know what he was trusting him not to do, but he knew what ever it was he wasn't going to do it.
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Post by Illusion on Jan 4, 2007 22:06:23 GMT -5
Travis slid underneath the space between John's head and the couch, letting the pillow rest on his folded legs. Gently he pressed John's head back down into the pillow and then reached over and grabbed the small bottle. "Now I just want to to relax as much as possible, listen to my voice if you want or just drift." He said as he pulled the top off of the bottle. If the liquid inside had a scent it was extremely faint, John probably wouldn't be able to smell it. Tipping a bit onto his fingertips he rubbed it in slightly and then began gently massaging around John's forehead, the oil heating up slightly as it meet his skin, leaving a pleasent warmth wherever Travis touched.
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Post by John Doe on Jan 4, 2007 22:11:55 GMT -5
John relaxed, listening to Travis's voice. He knew if he didn't all the facts he had buzzing around in his head would start fighting for his attention, which was the last thing he wanted. A faint tingling sensation started at the back of his head and spread throughout his body as Travis touched him.
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Post by Illusion on Jan 4, 2007 22:19:35 GMT -5
Travis talked low and slowly, the trick was to let the body relax so that the headache could finally start releasing it's hold. "My mother was the one who made these oils, she also taught me how to use them." he said, a soft fondness in his voice as he massaged the sides of John's forhead. "She was what you'd call a bit of a kitchen witch. Growing her own herbs and plants and creating all sorts of remedys from them." He pulled his hands a way for a moment as he added a little more oil to his fingers and then began rubbing again. "I remember that during the summer it was pure torture in our kitchen when she was boiling one thing or another. "
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Post by John Doe on Jan 4, 2007 22:25:01 GMT -5
John opened his mouth tell fill Travis in on exactly how much he knew about home grown remedies but decided against it. Why ruin a perfectly fact-free moment?
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Post by Illusion on Jan 4, 2007 22:33:18 GMT -5
Travis smirked a little and shook his head, "I hated it when she'd rope me into helping her when I was a kid, I hated it of course. I was always trying to get out of it one way or another but somehow she always managed to rope me into it. I think it's one of those mystical mom sort of things." He said, keeping his voice low and soothing as his fingers trailed over John's skin. "She was quite demanding to, always forcing me to be slow and methodical in my work. Which was hard for a ten year old who just wanted to be running around with his friends, let me tell you."
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Post by John Doe on Jan 4, 2007 22:36:59 GMT -5
"Mmmm," John sighed. Keeping his eyes closed he spoke, "I can't remember my mother..."
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Post by Illusion on Jan 4, 2007 22:41:22 GMT -5
Travis made a sort of 'mmm' noise, after all what could you really say to something like that? "That must have been difficult," he said, smoothing his fingers over the length of John's forehead. "I'm not sure what I would be today if I hadn't had my momma kicking my ass into shape." he said with a slight laugh.
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Post by John Doe on Jan 4, 2007 22:46:23 GMT -5
John didn't answer. He couldn't really say either. And what's more he was slowly falling asleep.
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Post by Illusion on Jan 4, 2007 23:02:44 GMT -5
Travis simply continued rubbing in the oil, "I'm not sure if my father ever really believed any of this worked but he was so in love with my mom that he went along with it anyway." He chuckled softly, "Although there were times when he would sneak me out of the house when she was looking for me. I'm not sure if she knew that or not but she never said."
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Post by John Doe on Jan 4, 2007 23:05:27 GMT -5
John smiled. He wasn't sure if he had heard something funny or not, but it seemed appropriate. Sounds were slowly drifting away.
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Post by Illusion on Jan 4, 2007 23:21:03 GMT -5
Travis gently pulled his fingers away from John's head and then with the utmost care, lifted up the pillow and slid out from underneath it. Standing up he winced at a kink in his back from bending over in one position for to long. Shaking his head he walked over to the hallway and disappeared for a minute, coming back with a blanket in hand. Trying not to disturb the man he carefully drapped it over John.
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Post by John Doe on Jan 4, 2007 23:37:24 GMT -5
John woke the next morning only slightly disoriented. His headache was gone. That was a plus. He'd slept rather soundly through the night, having hardly moved at all. He sat up, running a hand through already dishevled hair. His dark blue eyes scanned over the room. Travis was nowhere to be seen.
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