historicals | pc catchall | turboheaven

I can do it.

[ maybe? maybe he has enough blood by now? ]

... I'd rather not get you dirty.

[ in case that blood is still looking for a place to go outside his body ]

So many times in my life, I have lived as a kept, pretty thing. If getting dirty is a sign that I have helped my friends, then all the better for it.

[ there's warmth and kindness in this statement, but it is also Firm. it is a Please Do Not Argue level of firm, as he unclips his big blue cape thing from his cloak and comes over, holding it out like an extra blanket. here. ]

You do not burden me. In fact, you worry me more if you move up and about. Though it does not hurt you... it hurts me, to watch. So... perhaps if I can ask you to as you always have, use that kind heart of yours to take care of me, and let me take care of you.

[ it's not like yves isn't used to being taken care of—he's actually the type that loves attention, if you've convinced him into it. it's the convincing that's the hard part, when the hero of the people, courrune, is always so used to doing the looking after. the cape comes around his shoulders and he seems a little concerned for a moment before looking to taair ]

... I just don't want to be here. We can go somewhere else, if you'd like.

[ just not a lonely hospital room, waiting and waiting ]

[ oh, yves... the frown remains for a moment longer, brows knit, but... eventually, it turns to a smile, a gentle, tired one. ]

...I would be happy to do that for you my friend. More than happy.

[ he sets one hand and gives it a little wiggle with one hand. look it rolls! ] Unfortunately, I am not so strong as to be able to sweep you off your feet, though, so... perhaps we can compromise and I can roll you off to better horizons.

[ he knows this is very silly. but maybe joking about it will help a little. ]

[ funny... yves just smiles at that and shakes his head. ]

No, my injuries on my legs are minimal. I can walk.

[ believe him ]

[ gives him a very patient smile ]

[ he starts walking like he said he could ]

No - nonono, that is - Yves.

[ YOU ARE STRESSFUL though he like, laughs about it because it is kind of ridiculous, but he starts to herd him back towards the bed. ]

I would be happy to examine your injuries from a healer's perspective if you don't believe me, but please sit.

[ the idea of taair trying to herd him is so funny because yves stops walking but he doesn't move back at all ]

... I don't like hospitals. I have bad memories of them.

I just want to sit somewhere else.

[ please don't send him back to the cold hospital bed ]

[ you know the scene where the firefly's trying to beat up the shadow man in princess and the frog its that. just the most tiny ineffectual bird fussing

anyway. the sincerity and sorrow of this statement is - heartbreaking, and it ripples across taair's face immediately. biting his lip, he looks down at his legs. have you bled through your bandages painless man ]

If I had the strength to carry you out with my bare hands, I would, I - could try to find a chair with wheels, or...

[ if his leg bleeding doesn't look too bad, he does fist his hands very gently in the front of his clothes and looks up at him. ] ... Or, will you at least lean on me, if nothing else...? I cannot in good conscience allow you just to walk... [ mumbling to himself: ] but... I could at least redo your bandages when we got downstairs, maybe...

[ well at this point the injury he got on his leg is a week old so no new bleeding there! :) yay that means he passed right ]

I can lean on you [ and he will but like. barely. he doesn't want to topple taair over ] and you can check my bandages again if you really insist.

[ his expression softens, but his gratitude is sincere ]

... thanks for putting up with my selfishness.

pc catchall | turboheaven | yves

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject