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

Lord Buckingham | The Three Musketeers (2011)

[elusor]

[[ ot all prompts, closed to prior CR today sry ]]

As discussed!

[smirkwood]

[It wasn't often that Thranduil ventured out into the forest alone - at least not as himself. He sometimes formed his thought into the image of a white stag to survey the land, and had done so earlier. What he saw in his wood was something both familiar and not, though rather disturbing.

Legolas had left some years ago, just after the battle was over. The king could have understood a change in appearance - clothing or hairstyle, perhaps - but nothing nearly this drastic. This was something he truly had to see for himself.

He hurries to gather some supplies, knowing that the person had some minor wounds, and makes his way into the dark forest. When the king finally reaches the man with his son's face, he says nothing but gives Buckingham a cold judging look.]

[elusor]

[ He thought it a grand improvement upon the accursed half-island at first, but it requires little thought to conclude that a home hardly compares to his home, and this of all places was... perhaps not the most convenient path for his journey, after all.

The company certainly leaves a great deal to be desired, hideous creatures, but he left them with blades in their stomachs, and that will suffice. It must, even if it does not repair the tears in his clothing where they bit and stabbed, nor does it remove the nausea their attack brought, the heaviness which lends difficulty to his steps.

Irritably Buckingham pulls the last of their white threads from his sleeve, when he suddenly finds himself in company yet again. Quite different this time, and yet... no less ornery, it would seem. The duke draws himself up to his full height, though the wound in his side does not thank him for it.

He arches a brow and smiles, loftily. ]

You seem lost.

[smirkwood]

[Immediately Thranduil knows this isn't Legolas by any means, but why they should share a face was beyond him for the time being. The king had been about to ask for the stranger's name and purpose here, but the haughty expression and foolish suggestion stir up a fire within him that he has to work hard to repress.]

Who are you that dares to insult me in my own wood?

[elusor]

You lost your way in your own woods? [ Buckingham chuckles. The motion aggravates nausea and wound alike, but for a splendid cause such as this he pays the price happily. ] That must be quite embarrassing for you.

[smirkwood]

I am not lost. Not a leaf moves in this forest moves without my knowing it.

[The Elvenking gives Buckingham a disgusted look then tosses the bag with supplies at him.]

Tend to your wounds.

[elusor]

[ To such swift gesture Buckingham can react in no other way but to catch the bag, but once in his possession it takes little more than the moment of a condescending smile, before the duke hauls his host's gift back at him, in much the same fashion that it was delivered to him. ]

Wounds? My good man, you're mistaken. Your eyes may follow the leaves quite keenly, but they must've missed the branch, which... gave me a scratch, nothing more.

[ Fresh blood? What fresh blood? How very silly of you. Nobody here is swaying, or slowly soaking his white chemise red. Really now. Buckingham laughs. ]

But you're... too kind to be concerned.