Sword of the Lost Gods ~fantasy rp~

[Miranda_]

Horus didn't wake up. He was out cold.

[spirit_queen]

Aphrodite was concerned. She was able to make him drink water, which she hoped would help flush his body of the toxins.

[Miranda_]

Horus half choked over the water while drinking it.

[spirit_queen]

Aphrodite decided that she needed a better way. But how? She went downstairs and rummaged through the kitchen.

[Miranda_]

The drink had been spiked with a cocktail of drugs; any human who'd drank it would probably have died.

[spirit_queen]

Aphrodite had found a thick straw intended for a water bottle, and would be able to shove it down his throat later; for now, she just wanted ot be near him. She went upstairs and sat on the bed behind him; she'd grown fond of him since he'd started living here.

[Miranda_]

*later*

Horus drifted in and out of consienceness; he was vaguely aware of someone sitting near him, but not of who it was.

[spirit_queen]

Aphrodite brushed some hair back from his forehead. She adjusted the bowl close to his face several times, just waiting for when he'd purge.

[Miranda_]

This happened an hour or so before sunrise. Horus retched into the bowl, compulsively jerking as he spewed up the poison from his system.

[spirit_queen]

Aphrodite was there ot clean him up. she emptied the bowl and then put it back in front of him for more.