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Patch You Up
shipping meme

Let's hope you're not squeamish. Even if you are, you're going to have to power through it, because your crush, significant other, lover, or fellow practitioner in romantic tension has been battered and bruised. The degree of severity, from a minor scrape to a life-threatening injury, can vary, as can the reason - they may even be hurt because of you. If that's the case, you have all the more reason to tend to their wounds with your own two hands.

No one can take care of them like you can.

Bust out the bandages, even if they don't want you to worry over them or can't believe that anyone would. Though it's not your intention, if you're genre savvy, you may know that your best Florence Nightingale may be the final push if you're not together-together.

That's assuming if you both don't pass out from botched first aide before any of that happens. Don't forget that a kiss to make it better is critical!

Comment with your character, preferences, and the role you'd like to play - the injured or the attending. Also, would you like a pre-established relationship? One just on the cusp of becoming realized? Etc?
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[Azula wasn't the first that had come along with no real knowledge of menial labor, and she likely wouldn't be the last. The admission was simply met with the assurance that she would certainly be taught.

One of the men sitting at the table was observing Azula and how she immediately turned bashful when it came to Solatra, and he leaned closer to warn her not to get jealous. He was like that with most people that arrived, giving them constant attention and care until they figured out how to make their own way. This wasn't the first time someone had gotten attached to him because he was ridiculously nice. That earned him a punch in the shoulder from Sola, though his ears had started to burn.]

That's why I keep saying to wait a while. Let the shine wear off. Get a more stable mindset. So don't tease her, Gozer. It's rude, especially at the table.

[He frowned at the man until he'd sat up again and returned to his supper, then cleared off his own plate and sat back, waiting until the others had started to do the same. He would be helping to clear the table, but after that, he was free to do as he wished.]

[He was like this with everyone? But... As much as he was firm that they wait, he also hadn't said no. That balance... Where he tried so hard to get her to wait, but how he wasn't turning her down completely... This has to be different. This is different. He cares about her, no matter what lies the paranoia is whispering into her ears damn it he cares!]

It's... True that Solatra is the first person in my life to show me genuine kindness. But the same could be said of all of you, offering me your food and your home to take as my own.

Solatra is special to me, of that I'm sure. What kind of special... We have yet to see.

[At least she's still good at public speaking! She stayed behind to help with the table as well, but then retreated off to bed to make it an early night.]

[The look on Azula's face made it clear that what the other man had said had been exactly the wrong thing. He'd have to talk to him about it. But for now, he simply let her go, hoping that he could explain it before she could work herself up. But she'd gone off to her quarters, and he didn't want to just follow her and feed the assumptions about what was going on.

So he heads to his barn and lights his lamp, settling in for the night with a book propped open against the wall and his arm under his head. He would be asleep soon, and more likely than not, he would be the one to wake Azula in the morning to start their day. She would be put on the same duty most new arrivals were, which was clothes to be scrubbed, rinsed, and hung to dry. No doubt she wouldn't know the first thing about doing laundry, given what she'd let them know about her upbringing.]

[Azula hadn't slept much. The whispering kept her awake, and when she finally fell asleep she had nightmares. She woke up screaming several times over the night. But waking up to see Solatra cheered her up a bit, and she offered him a tired smile. She got up and slid her arms around him.]

Morning... I couldn't sleep.

[She put her head against his chest and sighed. She could manage on very little sleep. It was unpleasant, but it wasn't crippling. But she felt better when he was nearby.]

[When she was awake enough he sat there on the edge of her bed with an arm around her, still somewhat drowsy, himself. His cheek rested against the top of her head, and he was tempted to go back to sleep here, as tired as he was after the trip and getting back into the swing of dealing with this ridiculous group that was his family.]

Give it time, you'll sleep a little better after you get used to the new surroundings and a lack of people actively trying to hurt you.

[He spoke quietly, staying there a moment longer before finally sliding her back enough for him to stand. He offered her his hand then led the way out to where the massive, lightly steaming tub of water was already being loaded with laundry and soap and stirred around by one of the mute mages. She smiled faintly when Solatra approached with his guest in tow, moving aside once he'd taken up a seat. He would be teaching Azula the basics today of the lighter work, now that the sun was on its way up.]

I know you don't like water, but just remember, it's not going to hurt you on its own. So, just watch us and do what we do.

How about instead of putting my hands in it, I can be the fire and keep it hot?

[She really, really doesn't like the idea of putting her hands in water. It's going to be unpleasant, and wet, and... She takes a deep breath and nods her head.]

Okay. I... I can do this. I can do this.

[And soon, she does get the hang of it. Although the clothes feel slimy and the water feels decidedly wet, she manages to lose herself in the focus of doing it correctly. And the water stays piping hot while she's working.]

[Soon enough the chore is done, between all of them working together and showing Azula how to do it properly. It's not terribly difficult, but arms unused to the repetitive motion would undoubtedly be tired before long. So when the group of those working on it was whittled down to three, Solatra picked up the clothes that needed to be rinsed, taking them to a smaller tub full of clean water to do just that.]

I don't suppose you ever spent time around servants or slaves or whathaveyou to learn any of this.

[It isn't accusatory, simply conversation as he works to wring the water out of the clothes before handing them over to be hung up to dry. He can hear a commotion closer by the house, but he pays it no mind. Either it'll sort itself out, or he'll have to go and see about whatever it was. His mabari was old, but intimidating enough, and when paired with him, it tended to stop arguments with outsiders damned quick.]

No, my father would have had me burned.

[She shuddered thinking about the burn scar across Zuko's face. She'd enjoyed seeing it given to him, because it decisively ended their stalemate about who was loved more, but... In the intervening years, while Zuko was out hunting the Avatar, she'd realised that she was no better off than he was--one false move and she too could have been given the same treatment. It had taught her to emulate her father, as close to flawlessly, lest she find herself in an unpleasant position.

I spent time around the soldiers... I could, once I'm all healed up, easily take on two or three men your size. Evenly.

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