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]

I know.

[ Of course it's only natural that they would ask. But - ]

If they really do care about you - and I think they do - they'll understand if you don't want to talk about those things.

Besides, I should think your happiness now would be the most important thing. You are happy? As much as you can be, I mean.

[serves]

[He used to be so open with his siblings. Tell them everything. A lot of that included his wishes to become a Templar, become a protector--and look what that's done to him.

Her question catches him completely off guard.]

What? Yes. Yes. I've never been this happy--and you? You're... happy. Right? As much as you can be?

[inquisitorialness]

[ She nods. ] Yes. Very, very happy. Coming back here, to you, it's like coming home.

[serves]

I'm... I'm happy to hear that. [How many times can he say happy?] Whatever I can do to make you happier, all you need do is say the word.

[inquisitorialness]

[ She laughs a little. ] I honestly can't think of anything right now. This is perfect.

[serves]

I would agree if not for these blasted bandages. [They'd gotten sweaty, and now itchy, thanks to all of that. And the wound still wept. And he's sticky from his own ejaculation. So much for the afterglow.]

[inquisitorialness]

Is it alright? [ Fingers reach out to touch the edge of it, gently, making sure it's still in place. She wouldn't want their lovemaking to hurt him more. ]

[serves]

It's fine. [He answered that a little too quickly.] Painful, but that's to be expected no matter what I've been up to.

... and the wrap itches something fierce. [That almost sounds like a pout though it's unintentional.]

[inquisitorialness]

I'll make a list. Herbs for the pain, a salve for the itch.

[ What kind of Inquisitor would she be if she left her Commander with itchy bandages? ]

[serves]

Later. [He whispers against her hair.] I don't want you to go.

[inquisitorialness]

[ She grins a little, giving him a squeeze. ] Okay, I won't.

[serves]

We should, however, clean up. [He's in no shape for a bath, but Maker, he could use a wet cloth right now.] You especially, lest the world crack in half and you're without your clothes.

[inquisitorialness]

Sera is always telling me I should be more like regular people. [ Does being like a regular person involve being without her clothes at the end of the world? Who knows. But the mental image - ]

But I see your point. [ She definitely does need to clean up - he's not the only one who's pretty sticky. One more kiss and she pulls away, sliding out of the bed to go do that.

She's not putting any clothes back on yet, though. ]

[serves]

[Down is easier than up. He grunts as he pushes himself onto his elbows and then decides to stay there for the time being.]

Please don't follow the advice of someone who thought greasing my ladder to be a clever prank.

[inquisitorialness]

[ She laughs lightly - no point telling him she's been in on a couple of the pranks. They're all in good fun, anyway. ]

Iron Bull gives me the same advice, you know. He once got me dressed up in disguise to have a few drinks with the soldiers. Said I should know at least a few.

[ She tries, anyway. When she can. She says all this amiably enough, though, at the wash stand near the window, cleaning herself quickly. ]

[serves]

Normal is well and good, I actually very much enjoy normal, but I think I've lost track of this conversation. [Sera and Iron Bull were not his most favorite people in Skyhold. They're far from his mind as he watches her clean herself. He's sure some people doubted the Herald of Andraste could be unclean. That she, too, needed to bathe and eat and sleep.

He loves watching her do mundane things.]

[inquisitorialness]

[ She laughs again. She's mostly just telling him things for the sake of sharing. Her companions are so very disparate in beliefs and perspectives - she's glad of it, in general, even though in practice it can be frustrating, if not occasionally infuriating.

She's the one who recruited them, after all.

But that's neither here nor there - not once she turns back toward the bed to catch him watching her with that look on his face like she's the most amazing person in the world. ]

Am I so terribly distracting?

[ She touches the wash basin, a small bit of power put into it, to warm the water again, before dipping a fresh cloth in. ]

Here.

[serves]

You have no idea.

[Cullen is not a barbarian that will wash his genitals off while on his back in front of a lady, so he forces himself to his feet and walks over to her to take the cloth. It's warm.]

Thank you.

[Even then, he turns away.]

[inquisitorialness]

[ She just smiles, almost sheepish, and turns to wrap herself up in a housecoat. It gets chilly with the breeze from the mountains, and she perpetually keeps the big windows open onto her balcony.

She never knows quite what to do with those looks of adoration, much as she loves them. Never knows quite how to react. Except to bask in them and keep the memories close for when she's away from Skyhold, cold and damp and uncomfortable and lonely. ]

Feeling better already, I hope.

[serves]

[He realizes, belatedly, he has no spare clothing in here. With a fair degree of awkwardness for someone who has been naked around the Inquisitor before, Cullen heads to the bed to slip in it, cleaner than he was before, though feeling the typical chill of Skyhold.]

Wonderful. I was hoping for a better reunion than being dragged by the ear to the healers.

[inquisitorialness]

[ She laughs a little, glancing at him slyly as he returns to the bed. What? His ass is gorgeous! ]

Come back uninjured next time, and we'll see how much better we can make it.