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]

[ 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.]

[inquisitorialness]

Blackwall. You know, he was carving a griffon... something or other the other day out there in the stables. If you really wanted to learn.

[ She actually giggles at the thought, though. Probably because the mental image it conjures is one of Cullen in full gilded armor, out in the stables trying to whittle... ]

[serves]

[Cullen snorts.]

I'd like to see his face if I strolled into the stables and asked for lessons.

[inquisitorialness]

It would be priceless.

Or, we could always play more chess. I mean, I do owe you a chance to try and beat me.

[serves]

You were lucky. [He begins to remove his shirt, one side of it stiff with drying blood.] Do not mistake that for skill.

[inquisitorialness]

Careful. Keep talking like that and I'll really give you an injury. [ HOW VERY DARE. The haughty look she gives him says it all, really. ]

[serves]

Defenseless as I am? [He gets his shirt off and tosses it out of the way. A few specks of bright red can be seen on his bandages, and the surrounding skin is tinted red from the quick wipe down the medic had done. He leans back to gingerly check his belt and breeches--and like he thought, he can see dried blood on them, too. He mutters something about a mess.]

[inquisitorialness]

[ She chuckles a little at the very idea, following his gaze with slightly raised eyebrows. ]

Of course, worry about your breeches. It's your own fault. [ She slides a hand affectionately over his shoulders, her thumb finding a knot at the base of his neck and working to loosen it. ]

[serves]

[Any reply is lost when she starts massaging his neck. He melts under her hand on an average basis, but this? Gets a moan out of him, shoulders going slack.]

[inquisitorialness]

Tch. [ He's always tense. They all are, who wouldn't be, with the world the way it is?

She always wishes she could do more, but she does what she can, regardless. His burdens are heavy, too. She starts working at the knots with both hands, feeling the muscles of his shoulders bunching up under her touch. ] Relax. Rest.

[serves]

[She's trying to kill him. Her fingers find all the tense spots in his shoulders, and while it hurts a bit, it feels amazing. It turns his spine to jelly and sends tingles throughout his body.

He's about five seconds away from praying.]

[inquisitorialness]

[ And she's not using magic or anything. She notices the way his posture changes a bit as she works the muscles, and she moves, shifting behind him to get a better angle on things. ] It was rough. You're safe now. [ She murmurs that almost to herself. ]

[serves]

[His head hangs as she works on his shoulders. Her attentive touches are making him hard (good thing he hasn't gotten around to getting his breeches off), but he's content to stay right where he is.]

Maker, you're--amazing.

[inquisitorialness]

[ She never quite knows how to respond when he says things like that. She thinks he's equally amazing, though he wouldn't even consider it. Smiling, she leans forward and presses a gentle kiss between his shoulder blades. ]

[serves]

You've pampered me enough. [He says softly, trying to turn his head to look back at her.]

[inquisitorialness]

I'm not sure that's possible to do. [ She smiles, shifting to meet him halfway and brush her lips over his. ]

[serves]

[This is where he'd turn fully and press her against the bed, but the moment he forgets about his injury and moves, he has to hunch forward with a frustrated sigh.]

Damn.

[inquisitorialness]

Careful - [ She chides him gently, and as her gaze drops to his side to make sure he didn't mess up the bandages, she notices that bulge in his breeches. ] We have shit luck sometimes, don't we.

[ That doesn't stop her hand from wandering to his lap, though, brushing her knuckles over him. ]