minor injury meme.

[estivates]

You or your meme partner has been hurt, but don't worry! This time around it's not that bad. You can still limp your way out of this mess.

INJURIES.
1. Sprain/strain. How did you screw up walking?
2. Broken bones. Simple fractures still hurt.
3. Cuts. Hopefully one of you has a sewing kit.
4. Burns. Location, location, location. Let's pray this one isn't on your ass.
5. Concussion. No, they're most likely not holding up fifteen fingers.
6. Other. I'm not a doctor.

HOW'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Stupidity. You did this to yourself.
2. Accident. Is an unintentional attack still an attack?
3. Attack. Don't lie, you deserved it.
4. Other. It's probably still your own fault.

WHERE'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Home. Did you remember to invest in a first aid kit?
2. School/Work. This should be excellent for getting you out of doing stuff!
3. Outdoors. Predators like the smell of blood. Clean up asap.
4. In the water. Hopefully there aren't any sharks!
5. Other. Like a hospital. That'd be handy.

Comments

[inquisitorialness]

[ The Inquisitor, on the other hand, looks more than a little relieved to see him all patched up in clean bandages with plenty of healing poultices and elfroot and herbs for the pain. ]

See? It'll heal much faster now. Thank you for humoring me.

[serves]

[He allows his shoulders to slump just a bit once the healer heads off, looking at Nadia with tired, but appreciative eyes.]

Thank you for not allowing me to be stubborn.

[inquisitorialness]

[ Even like this, the look he gives her warms her to her toes. Many people look at her with reverence. Mostly it just makes her feel uncomfortable, like they expect things of her she probably won't be able to give. But Cullen is different. It's as though she's already everything and more to him, no expectations, just that respect and affection.

She would do a lot to make sure he never stops looking at her like that. ]

Is there anything more you need? We can walk back to your office? [ So she can give him a proper welcome-back kiss, at least. ]

[serves]

That's a good idea. [He's eager to get away from prying eyes. This time, he patiently waits for her arm.]

[inquisitorialness]

[ And she offers it, as much an excuse to touch him as anything else. Up the stairs is harder. There are so many stairs here.

Sometimes she wonders why they bother with so much discretion. She thinks most people know. Dorian knows for sure, his teasing comments about strapping Templars made that clear enough. She has no doubt Leliana does as well, and probably whichever of her agents discovered it.

She doesn't think most people care all that much. But she does. She knows she has to look, act, behave a certain way. She can't just be the giddy Circle apprentice with her first crush, no matter how much she wants to sometimes. ]

[serves]

[This time around his sounds of discomfort are quieter. News travels quickly in Skyhold, and he's sure the next time he walks into the War Room Josephine and Leliana will be watching him with their hawk-like eyes, waiting for the perfect opportunity to make some comment about his relationship with the Inquisitor. And his injury. And bed rest. Maker save him from these ruthless women.

He's a private man. He doesn't talk about his suffering with many, nor does he talk about his joy, though nowadays he knows that at least is becoming more apparent.]

I am not looking forward to the eventual climb to my loft.

[inquisitorialness]

[ Oof, that ladder. Right. An annoyance to climb when she's in a hurry to rip his clothes off - it will likely be very painful for him in his current condition. She winces a little at the thought. ]

Would my quarters be preferable? You know you're always welcome.

[ She murmurs that quietly as she helps him climb. It would mean a lot more stairs, and even more gossip than what's already being spread, but at least there wouldn't be a ladder, no concern over re-opening the wound. ]

[serves]

Your--? I... would not want to impose... [But his voice says he likes the idea.]

[inquisitorialness]

Don't be ridiculous. [ They are long past the point where he should be thinking he's any kind of imposition. ]

Besides, I have a fireplace. It gets chilly and damp in that loft, it can't be good for the healing process.

[serves]

If you're sure. [A fireplace does sound good.] It may be a few days until I can handle my tower...

[inquisitorialness]

I don't mind. [ She gives his hand a gentle squeeze, relatively confident that there isn't anyone near enough to notice.

She'd have him sleep in her quarters every night, if he'd allow it, if they could manage it discreetly, but they likely couldn't, it would be a little too brazen, possibly even for the decent folks of Skyhold. Oh, well. A girl can fantasize. ]

[serves]

[He grabs her hand before she can pull away, giving it an assuring squeeze back.]

You are too kind.

[inquisitorialness]

[ She smiles a little, because really. As if he were a charity case. ] Yes, purely out of the goodness of my heart. [ As though she doesn't seek out his company nearly every day she's at Skyhold, as though she wouldn't take any opportunity that presents itself to be with him, in any capacity. ]

[serves]

Remember that when I wake you in the middle of the night because my bandages itch.

[He'd love to wake her in the middle of the night for other things, but he supposes his movement will have to be limited for a while.]

[inquisitorialness]

[ While she would certainly like the other thing better, she hardly minds being woken by him for any reason. And he knows it. ]

Better me than you have to resist the urge to scratch by yourself. [ She keeps her tone light, but there are always more reasons she prefers to keep him close to her at night. ]

[serves]

A very good reason to stay near. [Aside from the obvious, unfaltering adoration.]

[inquisitorialness]

I do like distracting you once in a while. [ Within reason, of course. ]

[serves]

It keeps me sane. [They can't always be together, but she's a welcome distraction from battle plans and reports. It's hard to remember how he functioned before.]

[inquisitorialness]

Me, too. [ Not a day goes by she isn't grateful for him. ]

[serves]

[Cullen looks at her with a warm smile.] Let's hurry to your chambers so I can kiss you without prying eyes.

[inquisitorialness]

[ She can feel the heat rising in her cheeks even as she picks up her pace. As much as she sometimes teases him for being flustered and blushing frequently, sometimes the things he says have exactly the same effect on her.

No one has ever looked at her the way he does. No one.

She doesn't even bother climbing the last flights of stairs - the door to the main hall snaps shut with a familiar click, and she's tugging him to her for that kiss. ]

[serves]

[He chuckles with his lips against hers, a groan of discomfort deep in his throat, but hands finding her hips.]

Gentle, gentle! I'm wounded. Unless you plan on injuring me further so that I must stay here even longer. Wicked woman.

[inquisitorialness]

Sorry! [ She carefully wraps her arms around her neck, thus avoiding the urge to touch anywhere near the injury, and kisses him again. ]

Since when do you need an excuse to be here, anyway?

[serves]

I just don't want to be in your way. [He presses his forehead against hers, inhaling softly.] And I know how little time you get to yourself.

[inquisitorialness]

About as little as you do, I'm sure. [ She cups his jaw with her hand, enjoying the feel of his stubble on her skin. ] I'd mostly rather be with you than be alone. Being alone just feels... overwhelming.

[ It's the best way she can describe it, the way when she's alone, the crushing weight of responsibility seems to settle around her shoulders, the way she thinks and rethinks and overthinks every decision, every minor mistake she might've made, falling down a spiral of terrible what ifs. He keeps her from going down that path. ]