The Punishment of Esau

[Sly Cooper]

The worry lined between Damon's eyebrows grew more and more pronounced, and the bags under his eyes became heavier and heavier. He let out a huge sigh and came forward, throwing Rebekah gently over his shoulder, trying not to touch her back. "I know you're mad, but you need to be fixed up. You'll feel better if you just relax and let me fix you. Please."

[Bunny]

"Nuh," Rebekah said firmly, which, when translated to normal-human-speak became 'no'. However, she crossed her arms and allowed her husband to carry her to wherever it was he wanted to carry her. It was the least he could do after getting her into this literal-bloody awful mess in the first place. Besides, once she was all healed up, she could exact a proper revenge.

Weak as she was, at that thought a large grin was able to climb over her face. That would just be perfect. Or rather, it would be if she had Noah. With Damon broken and bleeding at her feet and baby Noah in her arms life would be utter perfection.

At this, her eyes rounded and she was able to beat her hands vainly against Damon. With her "child" on the line, Rebekah was able to dip into a rather powerful fountain of strength. At least powerful enough to let her speak in coherent sentences. "What about Noah? Is Noah okay? What's going to happen to Noah?"

[Sly Cooper]

"Isaac was going to ask He Who Walks Behind the Rows what to do with Noah." Although Noah wasn't really either one of their's, Damon was hoping to be able to keep the child. He at least hoped and prayed to God that Noah was aloud to live, even if it wasn't there with them. Perhaps, He Who Walks Behind the Rows will listen to my pleads. He shook his head, "I'm sure she will be fine. He Who Walks Behind the Rows let us get Noah, and we're still living," his voice quaked as he tried to reassure himself more that his wife. "Besides--" there was no besides. He set her down on one of the pews in the last row, then began to patch her up.

[Dot Dot Dot]

Solomon had been given permission to leave, and he was ready to leap at the chance. Not, of course, that he had needed permission from anyone in the room. Esau and Rebekah had been the receivers of his punishment, and Damon had just narrowly escaped a flogging himself, mostly through the luck of falling into Isaac's favor. If Malachai hadn't decided to turn rogue, Damon's back would certainly ache as much as Rebekah's.

But permission or not, willing or not, the behemoth of a boy found his body unwilling to carry him to the exit. The sight of the loving husband offering tender care to his estranged wife was certainly a beautiful one, and allowed him to forget for a moment that he had caused the pain in the first place. (In the name of God, though. It had been in the name of He Who Walks Behind the Rows!)

He wanted to come over and offer his help, but ultimately decided against it. He didn't need to feel the sharp edge of Rebekah's tongue. So he just quietly slipped from the room.

[Sly Cooper]

After setting Rebekah down, Damon went to gather some of the supplies used on Esau's back. He rushed back to clean the blood off and then clean out the wounds. "Eh-- this is going to sting" he paused afraid to say it, "Probably, a lot." And so the huge open welts were cleaned out. He winced just at the very thought of it, after all the back seemed like one of the most sensitive places. Then after that he bandaged the wounds. "So, you're done, but I don't know if you want to get up. Esau took a few minutes down himself, you might want to as well." He went to gather her clothes, then sat them next to her. "I-- anything else I can do for you?"

[Bunny]

Damon hadn't been lying when he told her that it would sting. And not probably a lot -- just a lot. It burned and stung and Rebekah swore it hurt more than the whipping itself.

She also swore in general. A stream of profanity spewed from her mouth. Damon's name was also mentioned once or twice. It ended eventually, and now her no-good-coward of a husband was questioning her. "Yeah," she grunted. "What you can do is leave me alone." She jerked her head towards Esau. "I should've married him, instead! At least then I wouldn't have been all alone through this!" She glared daggers at her spouse.

[Sly Cooper]

Damon, being easy to gilt trip and trample his self esteem, gulper, stared at his wife, the uncomfortable shifted. "Right," he looked down at his feet and scratched his head, like he did when he'd get nervous. "I'll go then." He slouched over, again, then dragged himself away.

[Bunny]

And now --- Damon was leaving?

Rebekah, who had been lying flat on her stomach on one of the pews, pushed herself upward, her eyes round and jaw dropped. "You're leaving?" she spoke her thoughts aloud. "Just like you left me at the Road....." Last time he had done that, she had had to face Isaac alone, and that led her to -- well, lying bleeding in a pew. Alone. And she would be alone with no one but an infidel to keep her company unless Damon stayed with her. "Don't leave," she ordered in direct contradiction to her earlier barrage of insults. "You're gonna take responsibility for the mess I'm in!"

[Sly Cooper]

Damon stopped. Thought for a moment. He was utterly confused. Should he stay-- or should he go? Either way he would be disrespecting her orders. He turned half way. "But-- you told me to leave-- and--and--" He tongue tied and he started to stutter. "I faced I-- Isaac alone too. And-- I told him the truth. It may be hard to-- believe-- but it was hard to do. He was going to have me killed ya' know" He came closer to Rebekah, but instead of looking angry, he looked sad. And Damon was very good at looking sad. His eyes where huge and round, and puppy like. "And then you can be alone with the boy--" he pointed in Esau's general direction "The heretic, that you said you should've married instead."

[Bunny]

Rebekah gawked at that. "You'd willingly leave me alone with a heretic? You would not fight for me against a....a...." She could not think of a suitable insult, so she made one up: "against a ninner-faced yarling stump!" Before anyone could question her word-choice she swept onward. "Isaac was gonna have you killed, but he didn't have you killed! Instead he made me bear your punishment! When I didn't do anything wrong! If He Who Walks Behind the Rows didn't want us to do what we did, he would have killed us himself! But he didn't! He didn't, and we're alive, and you're going to stand by my side until I'm through with you!"

[Sly Cooper]

"You're the one who said you should've married him. He wouldn't leave you. He would've been by your side. He would've taken half the punishment." By now Damon was just coming up with things to say about Esau. "I suppose he would've forced you to consummate the marriage so you wouldn't have gone off to Hemingford in the first place. So he would've been the better man. Yeah, yeah, I've heard it all before." Truth be had, at this point Damon was ready to just cry, like a small child. Instead he rubbed his eyes and looked at Rebekah one more time. "So just spit out your insults, so you can be done with me-- please."

[Bunny]

Rebekah stared blankly at Damon through her ever-growing-cloudier vision. Did he just ask her to insult her? Despite her burning back, and the pain that was slowly creeping throughout the rest of her body, and her down-and-out mood, her lips curved into a smile and a giggle escaped her mouth. "That's so sweet!" she crowed despite herself. "Asking me to insult you just so I'll feel better! Awe, Damon!"

Rebekah was never a consistent girl. She was notorious for her blatant moodswings and her various dreams and goals that contorted and changed on a daily basis. And her sudden soar in spirits certainly fit in with her quirky m.o.

"You are just the sweetest husband ever!" she repeated. "C'mere and give me a hug ---- oh, wait...don't." She shuddered and collapsed back onto the pew. "That would hurt. Kinda a lot."

[Sly Cooper]

At first Damon stood, blankly. She went from one extreme to the other. It wasn't really a surprise that she had such a huge mood swing, it's what caused it. He wondered what went up in that hard head of hers, but on the other hand, he really didn't. "So I went from being the worst to the best husband--" His lips curved into a slight smile. It's not what he meant to do, but since Rebekah was happy, Damon was happy. He sat down next to the pew and just stayed to keep his wife company.

[Bunny]

Rebekah pressed herself close to her husband, and, a smile still curving across her face, she fell back into unconsciousness.

OOC: >.> Not much of a post, I know.

[Sly Cooper]

Damon rested his head on the pew next to his wife, waiting for her to wake up, until, inevitably to fall asleep himself. Only to wake up a few hours later.
After awakening, Damon wandered off blankly like he does when he's still groggy in the morning.

OOC: Well it seems silly to wast too much of a post on sleeping. But on the other hand its something people do...