( nursed back to health shipping meme )

[inborn]

Nursed Back to Health shipping meme Comment with your character, preferences, preferred role, and any information you'd like to include. Your character has either been injured/sick and had to be taken in (possibly against their will) or has been the one to help somebody like the former. Through the mending process, the two characters in a thread have fallen in love - or at least grown closer and more affectionate. Reply to others. Thread.

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[samwiser]

For a while, in the beginning, as Flint kept Sam's wound clean, the hunter didn't believe his stories of being a powerful wizard who had simply lost his wand. Sam was likely one of the few people in the world who actually believed in magic - had seen it used and had used some himself - but there had never been need for a catalyst, a focal point so archaic as a wand.

When Flint brought the tea over, Sam gave him an amused look, his free hand wrapping gently around Flint's wrist and pulling him down beside him. "Are you offering because you don't think I can take care of myself?" In a rare display of honesty, Sam hoped to keep it going. His hand fell down to Flint's thigh, squeezing it gently, fingers rocking their way higher.

[captainflint]

Flint felt himself being pulled down and he sat down next to him and felt a large hand on his thigh, moving up. He was glad that the other had believed him about being a wizard. He had only confessed to him because the man was a hunter. As he thought of his answer, he looked at the Dark Mark, forever emblazoned on his arm.

"No. I think you can take care of yourself. I just don't want you to leave."!

It was such a selfish reason. He knew it was. He had already lost the one person he fell for. He did not want to lose another person. Taking a breath, he glanced into Sam's hazel eyes. "Let me go with you...as soon as I find a wand." Any wand would do at this point.

[samwiser]

"Were you always this bratty?" Sam asked, smirking at Flint. On his good side, Sam still had a certain amount of range of motion. Lifting off Flint's leg, Sam's fingers carded through Flint's hair, then brought his head over to his shoulder. "I'm not going anywhere right this second," Sam promised.

He returned Flint's stare, cocking an eyebrow. "We can operate without your magic, you know. I'm sure you want to help, which I assume is a pretty big step for you, and I appreciate it. Do you think you could leave all this behind?" Sam's fingers waved, meaning the room, the wing, the floor...the entire estate.

"All I can offer you is a cramped room in a seedy motel that takes cash. Your own bed, if you're lucky. Might have to double up on a bed smaller than your dining room table."