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SAY SOMETHING -- lucerne

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He had finally made it to the clinic, and the journey had been far from easy. Though his fever had broken and the sweat that had previously drenched his skin had all but evaporated from his flesh, Sheogorath was still weak, still tired, still pale and underweight, with bruises dotting his flesh and blood creeping through the fabric of the bandage that wrapped his wounded forearm. The red headed man laid back in his bed, feeling a chill in the air that pooled within his fingers and toes despite the general warmth of the room temperature surrounding him. It was clear that he was uncomfortable, that he was in pain. His bones ached, his muscles burned, and in a way, he almost felt like he wasn't getting enough breath, even though his breathing wasn't particularly labored. Being short of breath was a new symptom, one that made him feel even more fearful about his own mortality.

Am I going to die?

The question kept flooding his mind, burning itself within his thoughts. What would happen if he died? Where would he go? What happened after death? Which religion was the right one? Was there even a God? Would he simply cease to exist, or worse, find himself burning in eternal hellfire? Sheogorath couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by all of the questions that danced through his frightened mind. He tried to calm himself, tried to soothe his nerves. The healers here, they would find the cause. They would fix him. Everything would be okay. He'd return to the Badlands, and hell, maybe he'd plant a big ass kiss on Salem's face somewhere, finally tell the Top Dog that he had feelings for the guy. Sheogorath drew in a deep, steadying breath, his body shuddering with the effort as he squeezed his eyes shut, and did his best to banish his fears from his mind. Everything was going to be fine.

I'm going to be okay.

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and i see fire, blood in the breeze
[sup]AND I HOPE THAT YOU'LL REMEMBER ME
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LUCERNE.
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04-09-2020, 04:34 PM
Have no feelings, feel no pain. Lucerne Nouvel had always been well acquainted with the lack of sensibility that his brother, Cornelius, had always warned him about. Indifference was safety and abandoning his own heart and desire for sentimentality prevented his heart from shattering. His mind was dangerous - it demanded full attention - and so in order to preserve himself he had to have his heart under lock and key. Nothing could get to Lucerne Nouvel anymore, could it?

The clinic had been busy and, between Mickey and Lucerne, their work was cut out for them. Fortunately, though, most had been day visits, beds in the clinic empty with soft linen neatly folded on every bed. Lucerne was a very meticulous man; no pillow left skew, no sheet left untucked and no corner of the floor not cleaned to precision. In the quietude of the clinic - the only sound being Mickey shuffling around in a treatment room and the radio playing quiet music in the corner of the ward - there remained only one patient, a man that Lucerne was well acquainted with.

❝ Sheogorath. ❞ Lucerne greeted quietly as he wandered into the ward, gaze only quickly darting across the sick man’s features before Lucerne avoided his gaze entirely. Sheogorath was not in sound health - it didn’t take a doctor to realize - but it piqued Lucerne’s interest. What was happening to this man? What ingenious idea could Lucerne come up with to save him? Lucerne was a man who always knew what to do eventually - a part of him prided himself in being able to take men as sick as Sheogorath and allow them to walk away with a fully restored health.

He never had a patient die on him.

Hesitating before taking a seat on the bed beside Sheogorath’s, Lucerne rested his clasped hands together on his lap as he finally observed Sheogorath’s features carefully. ❝ What brings you here today? ❞

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⫸ wilhelm lucerne nouvel // no known nicknames
⫸ goes by his middle name, lucerne
⫸ male // he/him
⫸ thirty three // ages real time // born fourteenth february
⫸ medic for northstar district // formerly an officer in the badlands
⫸ joined BL - twenty first february
⫸ moved to ND - twenty sixth november

appearance.
⫸ faceclaim - benedict cumberbatch
⫸ voice claim - benedict cumberbatch
⫸ speaks with a received pronunciation british accent
⫸ 6'2ft // tall and lithe // very little muscle mass
⫸ cold, china blue eyes and disheveled, dark brunet hair
⫸ physical health - 100%
    ¬ current injuries: none as of now
⫸ mental health - 100%
    ¬ none

personality.
⫸ enigmatic and difficult to understand
⫸ astute and intellectual // generally very logical in his way of thinking
⫸ self-absorbed and overly prideful // massive god complex
⫸ lack of empathy and often insincere // evident sociopathic tendencies
⫸ assertive, blunt and arrogant // strong, unwavering opinions
⫸ analytical and perceptive // often good at figuring things out at breakneck speed
⫸ overly motivated and stubborn // it's often his way or the highway
⫸ chronic boredom, often acts out childishly based on this
⫸ fastidious and a known perfectionist
⫸ unpredictable and notably unhinged // makes it difficult to get on with him
⫸ a total narcissist in many ways
⫸ aloof and incredibly socially awkward // very antisocial in general
⫸ a complete drama queen // incredibly theatrical and melodramatic
⫸ breathes sarcasm // snide and often witty with his quips
⫸ silently a very sensitive and introverted soul // worries about what others think
⫸ self-conscious towards how people react towards him // this makes him withdrawn

relationships.
⫸ wilhelm nouvel x annette nouvel // one older brother [deceased]
⫸ aromantic asexual // not often interested in any romance
⫸ owns a dog named faline
⫸ has taken a liking towards addy douglas
    ¬ sees him as his person
    ¬ loyalty lies with him entirely

interaction.
⫸ storage // playlist // pinterest
⫸ physically: medium // mentally: hard
⫸ owns a pistol but finds the idea of injuring somebody very difficult
⫸ dislikes getting into physical fights as he's not very good at fighting
⫸ would much rather die than kill somebody else
⫸ TW. he is a recovering drug addict // cocaine, heroin and opioids such as morphine

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Sheogorath
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04-09-2020, 11:01 PM
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Lucerne. A man Sheogorath had history with. His amber eyes glimmered in the low light as the man's vision traced the features of the doctor's face, listening to the words that drifted his way as he laid limp and weak upon the bed that had become, in a way, his prison. Something he sought to escape from. Seeing Lucerne sit across from him, inquiring as to what had brought him to the clinic that day, it brought a dry, quiet few huffs of laughter to the red headed man's lips. Underweight, covered in mysterious bruises, and unnaturally pale, those were only the visible symptoms. On the inside, he waged a war against some strange illness, and it was tearing him apart at the seams. His bones ached, and he felt so weak, as if a gentle breeze might be enough to knock him to his knees should he dare leave his place in the bed to venture outside.

Trying to keep his face neutral, to avoid the familiar sensation of a frown from crossing his features, Sheogorath began to speak. His voice was weak and wavering, but audible, [b]"I think I'm dyin'." He was blunt and bold as the words left his pale, chapped lips. "Asides from what you can see, the bruises I can't explain, the paleness, the weight loss, I'm just...not feelin' well. No appetite, pain deep in me bones, weakness, terrible fatigue...ah, I get these headaches sometimes too, and fevers, off and on. Pain under me left ribs. And I'm not sure if it's connected, but that damned knife wound, shallow as it is, it took days to stop the bleedin'. I've never bled like that from such a small wound. Figured it was worth mentionin', ya know?" Sheogorath uttered a sigh, tapping the edge of the bed with his right hand as if to comfort himself with the small movements. "I dunno, I'm just not feelin' right inside. I feel like me own body is shuttin' down on me. I don't want to die." It scared him to think that he could be taking his last breath at any moment, that his body could give up on him in an instant. But Lucerne could fix him, right? He was going to be fine.

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SAY SOMETHING -- lucerne
Sheogorath
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04-06-2020, 12:06 AM
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