Sharaiya and Seraphim ( Medical Facility )

Sharaiya sat back and wiggled a bit so she would be sharing half of the bed with Seraphim. She listened to the girl thoughtfully while she brought one hand up, forming the clawed position with it and stared at it, a frown appeared upon her once more and she examined her hand.

" ..My Teacher once said that, but I haven't mastered nor controlled it. And as much as I want to feel more powerful, it would be unwise to use now, my mind is too occupied to be careful. "

She picked up the ribbon that was removed from her hair with thet same hand she was just checking, moving the ribbon back to start collecting the back of her hair and styling it back into a pigtail with minor difficulty, grumbling.

" Whoever removed my ribbon is going to pay, I have to spend too much time bringing it back to how I like it! "

Sharaiya moved her hand back once she had the ribbon locked tight and in a stye she could atleast tolerate, twitching one eye closed when her back arched too much and eased back against the pillow, she looked at Seraphim from the corner of her eye and gripped the blanket, throwing it lightly over the girl despite the pain going against her, but what would she be if she simply let the pain take control of her will. She stared at the door, releasing a gentle sigh and spoke to Seraphim once more.

" I used to be a part of the Era of Hell myself.. "

That made sense now, there was no way someone could learn that style on her own. So hearing that Sharaiya had a teacher even felt like a bit of a releif, it made Seraphim beleive a bit more by now that this woman wasn't superhuman and had to work hard to where she was like anybody else. Still... she had gone through a lot it seemed, the both of them had.

Seraphim took her place in the bed, a gentle and calm little grin on her lips, already feeling more at ease now as she laid back, looking up at the cieling as she found the bed to be more comfortable than she thought. Seraphim had always tried to stay tough and refused going to the medical facility. But right now, as she lied here on the bed that felt more comfortable than her own at home, she regretted tha decision and even took up on the blanket that Sharaiya offered, finding the girl to be more caring than Seraphim first assumed.

"Here, let me help you with that." Seraphim said with a soft and casual tone, leaning up just a little now as she let one hand rest on the woman's back and the other ready to take the bow as she offered to tie it for her. Personally, she always liked having her own hair free to go where it pleased as it was easily long enough to go past her waist, but she knew how it could get in the way, so she would help Sharaiya with it.

Just as she was about to take the bow though, the last thing Sharaiya said made her nearly drop it, her entire body going tense, and her eye widening in shock, finding that hard to beleive, but knowing this woman wouldn't lie. Did she... did she just hear that right?? "You... can't be serious." She said with a shocked look on her face, clearly dumbfounded by what she just heard.

Sharaiya looked at Seraphim and nodded, releasing another sigh while her arms wrapped around her injured stomach and gently pressed her forearms against it, still feeling the slight bonking pain that appeared on her stomach. There was a short time of silence between the two while she tried to find a decent answer to give Seraphim, finally speaking out.

" Was third in command.. I actually brought my sister there and we did our thing, it was peaceful and we only did the matches which were important.. Sadly though I was never really.. Active. I was more lazy and didn't want to have any matches... Though I was beaten by another heelish wrestler in a.. Well.. Mud Match.. "

Sharaiya started to blush darkly as she thought back upon the events that took place there but shook her head a few times to clear them, looking back completely at Seraphim.

" After that, I left Era of Hell together with my sister but she stayed in the federation while I went to Russia.. She was going to come to Russian two weeks ago but she never came, nor is she answering her cell phone and she isn't home either. So I came back to look for her, tried to get in Contact with the organization but they have a new leader and the last time I tried, I got attacked.. So now i'm trying to get on in a match and get the information myself. "

The Russian breathed in after explaining all she knew and experienced in her short return back in the AFW, her eyelids closing completely as she tried to rest again, she could feel less sick then before, which was always a good sign.

There was silence at first from Seraphim, and she listened intently to what Sharaiya had to say, wanting to hear this young woman's story and try to piece things together. She nearly feared that for just a moment, she had chosen to help someone who was still dedicated in some way to this organization. But as Seraphim listened, she could see that Sharaiya truly had a despisable disliking for the Era of Hell. And even though Seraphim was a Heel herself, she still had standards, and outside of the ring, she really wasn't as horrible as a woman than she gave off, after all, she wouldn't be here with Sharaiya right now if she didn't care, would she?

"You're don't plan to ever return to them... do you?" A deep concern rang in Seraphim's tone, worried that she might see the chance that someone like Sharaiya might actually become a part of a league so wicked once again. She could see know what made her become such a brute in the ring, but the two were similiar in that they both were still human outside of it, and had people they fought for.

"I mean... what if your sister isn't hurt at all, and she's still with them and proud to be? Or... what if she's even trying to keep you away for some reason?" Seraphim was a lot smarter than she liked to give off, and she really begun to think about all of the possibilities about this whole thing. It all sounded very fishy to her, and she couldn't help but want to know more.

" Why would I go back to the place that took my sister away from me? I want to make sure they don't do this to anyone ever again. "

Sharaiya gripped the sheets of the blanket, her eyelids closing completely as she thought back about some of the moments in the Era of Hell, leaning back completely against the bed and mumbled out.

" I've lost everything once.. I don't want to lose what I have again, Seraphim. "

Her eyes opened to look at Seraphim, a small but truthful smile was upon her lips, being much more calm with Seraphim besides her, she wasn't usually too happy in a place like this but it seemed Seraphim had a positive affect on that. Bringing one hand curiously up towards Seraphim's neck to try and stroke it, still wondering if it hurt or if it was getting it's deserved rest, Sharaiya was quite tender and caring outside the match but never really showed it till now, looking at Seraphim was like looking into the mirror, which all of a sudden made her giggle softly because of that thought, she was actually becoming more happier.

She sounded true to her words, and that was what mattered the most to Seraphim. She wasn't going to let herself get betrayed, not after it had happened to her so many times in the past. But Sharaiya had a true cause, and was going to live it through to the end it would seem. She let out a long sigh before nodding in understanding, beleiving her words and also finding them to be a bit nostolgic. To lose everything... Seraphim had known she hit such a place when she had blood on her hands, and was thrown into prison. And she too was only now finding her way back up, using what money she gained from this League to renew her life, and support the person she fought for; Alison. It felt like Serpahim had met another person who had a similiar goal in life like she had, and knowing that made her feel a little less alone in the world.

"You won't. You're a strong person, Hell, you nearly put me down for good back there. So I'm sure with that resolve, you'll find your sister." She paused for a moment, finding her own words to be a little too good for her, but she didn't let it bother her, in fact, she felt the need to give a comforting reminder to Sharaiya as she laid back once more. "And I'm going to help you find her."

She looked back at Sharaiya when she said those words, seeing the honest, warm smile breach her lips. She seemed so tame now compared to before, and Seraphim was a bit more at ease from this, especially when she felt the woman's hand delicately stroke along her neck. Her eye closed a little at this, and she just rested with the back of her head against the pillow, slowly inching her hand to the girl's hips before resting her hand upon the girl's lower stomach, knowing she had hit there hard, and returning a caring concern back to her. It was amazing to see this cold hearted woman warm up so suddenly, especially when she let out that soft giggle. Seraphim really felt like she could connect with this girl quite a bit.

" Thank you.. I'm really glad that you want to help me, Seraphim. And don't be so modest, your moves are lethal and strong.. I'd be glad to fight you again, when I've found my sister.. Then I don't have any distraction and then I can take you head on. "

Her fingers were gentle and soft, nothing like the power they had inside the ring, she caressing girl's neck as tender as she could while she rested on her side, eyeing Seraphim quietly. Soon, a purr came from her lips as her stomach was being caressed her, which gave her a slight blush upon her cheeks, it felt nice but also it was tingling funnily inside of her, which made it feel even better. Once again Sharaiya placed her cheek upon the pillow while she rested with Seraphim, feeling much more calm then before and was also trying to relax Seraphim, it seemed the girl needed plenty of rest just like her and Sharaiya would gladly help after Seraphim's words, whispering out to her.

" I'm glad I met you a little more friendlier, Seraphim.. I'll do my best to help you aswell. "

Heh.. another match in the future, eh? Seraphim would have to admit, she was really looking forward to that ideal. It seemed like every match she had so far resulted in the desire for a rematch, and Seraphim would always be willing to oblige. She knew Sharaiya was distracted from the thoughts of her sister, and Seraphim was certain the match might be different once this whole mess was sorted out.

"Hey, don't worry about it. I kind of know what it's like, and I can't stand to see someone else go through with it." There was a casual tone in her calm words, but she certainly meant every one of them as she lied there with Sharaiya. Seraphim was in the ring for many of her own reasons, but she knew how tough it could be on your own, and Sharaiya really looked like she could use a friend right now. And even though Seraphim was a bit of a loner herself, she'd be willing to take that spot.

It was funny really, Seraphim entered this ring with a selfish and brutal attitude, uncaring about those around her and just in it to win, and yet it seemed like nearly everyone she met she was becoming a good friend too. Megumi as a rival, Tracy as her pupil, and Phoebe as...

"I-I'm happy we met too. I think things will be a lot better for the both of us if we stick together." She admitted, her light grin becoming a smile now at this point while they remained close to one another. Seraphim already had a partner; Phoebe Porter, and she wouldn't dare trade her up for anyone in the world. But Sharaiya was becoming a good friend she felt she could rely on, and the two could look after one another if things really ended up the right way between the two.

Her sentance finished with a soft exhale, much more soothing and relaxed now as it became easier to breath regularly from her gentle touch, and Seraphim couldn't help but take a little bit of a guilty pleasure from it, craning her neck to the side like a cat begging for its ears to be be scratched, making it easier for Sharaiya to touch her neck however she pleased. Seraphim hadn't stopped either though as her hand ever so gently glided along the girl's belly, slowly rubbing it in a circular motion, finding that the subtle reactions she got out of Sharaiya were like a little treasure she wanted to keep, making sure the girl was as comfortable as possible now.

Sharaiya felt at ease with Seraphim around, she didn't want to admit it in the open, but the blush on her cheeks was a dead give away, when the girl gave her more acces to her neck, she couldn't help but stroke her entire palm over it. She couldn't help but be amazed at Seraphim's now friendlier nature and let herself warm up to the gentle, tingling feeling over her stomach, it really caused her to purr loudly and pressed her stomach against the hand.

The Russian closed her eyes and let herself go, pressing her hand gently upon the neck before it went up to stroke over her cheek, staring up into her eye and tried to stay silent, seeing as it seemed to be such a quiet moment between them, that she didn't want to say anything. Once again, Sharaiya's body was calming down, closing the eye that was practically against the pillow but slowly her other eye did the same thing, she was getting too relaxed from Seraphim's caress and was starting to get sleepy from it.

" Mmmm.. That feels great.. "

Though Seraphim had been laid back and completely relaxed at this point, she did manage to tilt her head and catch a glimpse of Sharaiya's redness in her cheeks. Was she enjoying this in that kind of way? Seraphim swallowed hard and her eye even widened just a bit when she realized what this meant, and knew she had to be very delicate with this situation. She already had feelings for someone else, and yet here she was in a bed with another woman, slowly letting eachother comfort one another with their hands. There wasn't a single foul intention in Seraphim's mind, nor anything intimate, but this could very easily become that way if she wasn't careful.

"Nnngh... yea, the same to you." Seraphim said softly as she enjoyed every moment of the gentle touch along her neck and then rose to her cheek. Even though she kept telling heself not to, she still was driven to let her desires be fulfilled, nuzzling her cheek against Sharaiya's palm, taking it in for all it's worth. Seraphim'shand would slowly lurk around the side of Sharaiya's chest, rubbing her lightly and delicately as she did, even going lower to her hips at once point, almost too low for a brief moment before she allowed her arm to snake around her hips, slowly losing her resistance not to go further and instead giving a diligent little pull as she embraced Sharaiya, as if she was trying to get her closer for a hug. Right now, she just wanted to be close to her, even if her mind was slowly clouding with what the right choice would be right now.