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

[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. ]

[serves]

I understand. [When he's alone, in those small moments where work does not need his attention, the lyrium whispers to him. Calls him, begs him to indulge. Sometimes he can still taste it on his tongue.]

Have I told you how much I've missed you, then? Because I have.

[inquisitorialness]

I missed you, too. And I'm glad you're back in - mostly - one piece. [ A smile, because she really is glad. He gave her a fright earlier, but it's fine. He's fine. For the moment. ]

[serves]

Things like this will happen. [He pulls her in for a loose hug, careful of his injury.] I was never in any real danger. If you knew how many times I've pulled arrows out of myself...

[inquisitorialness]

[ Logically, she knows. She's seen him naked, after all, seen the scars, traced them with her fingers and her lips. Obviously, he's got a lot of experience with fighting. More than her, by far, despite the past several months.

But that hadn't mattered when she'd seen him there, bloody and skin looking clammy and pale. ]

Yes, well, I've never seen you that way, and - well. Hmph.

[serves]

[Cullen has a boyish smile on his face when he pulls back. He doesn't say anything, just smiles.]

[inquisitorialness]

What? [ Nadia's eyebrow goes up as she studies him. ]

[serves]

Nothing. [And then he starts to slowly limp towards the bed.]

[inquisitorialness]

[ Nadia just shakes her head, smiling a little, because she always smiles when he does. Seeing him smile is always a good feeling. ]

You should get some rest.

[serves]

There is disappointingly little I can do with my injury, so I can't argue that. [Sitting on the edge of the bed, he winces.] Though perhaps I can whittle myself a walking stick.

[Old man.]

[inquisitorialness]

[ Nadia snorts laughter, perching next to him at his uninjured side to press a kiss to his jaw. ] Do you even know how to whittle?

[serves]

... I can learn. [Excuse you, he is a man of many talents! ... on the battlefield and in the war room. He doesn't do hobbies. Yet.]