I Am Stuck On Band-Aid Brand
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unfortunatecouplingsWho: Vengarl of Forossa and the Grey Warden of Ferelden
What: Patching up wounds.
When: Sometime after Fenris finds him and tries to end his life.
Where: Cousland's flat.
Warnings: Potentially nsfw later? Also: Blood warning.
[Today had been an absolute disaster, as far as Vengarl was concerned.
It had started alright for him. Get up in the morning, eat some non-human breakfast, and walk about Bavan to see what he can help with. There wasn't often much for him to do, but he had enough to keep him occupied.
Until, of course, he had been discovered by Fenris. The vengeful elf, it seemed, was still quite sore about the fact that Vengarl had killed their mutual friend Hawke, and had started a fight with the troll. Not that Vengarl could really blame the man, of course. He had done an awful thing, and he couldn't bring himself to have qualms with anyone who might be upset about that. Still, it had made for a somewhat... unfortunate interaction when Fenris drew his blade.
To his credit, Vengarl did not kill the elf. Nor did he raise a hand against his attacker, or to do anything more than block a slash here or there. From there, it hadn't taken Cousland long to intervene - a fact which Vengarl was especially thankful for. Who knows how long he could have lasted before he either flew into a rage or was killed by Fenris? Truly, he owed Cousland a lot.
Once his assailant had been suitably restrained, the rest of their night had been spent holed up in Cousland's flat, patching up the damage done by Fenris. Fortunately, his rocky skin had done a lot to lessen the damage done, but that doesn't mean that the wendigo-elf's blows were insignificant by any means. Vengarl's forearms took the worst of it, and as a result are quite cut up and covered in gashes - most at least an inch deep, although several go deeper than that. His chest didn't get away entirely unscathed, though, with two large slashes having cut through his shirt and into his chest. Finally, the closest call of all would be the light cut across his left cheek - this one not particularly deep, although it did travel upward far enough to cut his lengthened ear into two segments.
All this is to say that Vengarl is very, very bloody right now. And in more than a little pain as well.
Fortunately - whether it's due to his own impressive fortitude or something to do with being a monster now - he seems to be holding up okay. In pain and bleeding, sure, but he doesn't seem anywhere near death's doorstep just yet.
Still, he's definitely appreciate some bandages.]
What: Patching up wounds.
When: Sometime after Fenris finds him and tries to end his life.
Where: Cousland's flat.
Warnings: Potentially nsfw later? Also: Blood warning.
[Today had been an absolute disaster, as far as Vengarl was concerned.
It had started alright for him. Get up in the morning, eat some non-human breakfast, and walk about Bavan to see what he can help with. There wasn't often much for him to do, but he had enough to keep him occupied.
Until, of course, he had been discovered by Fenris. The vengeful elf, it seemed, was still quite sore about the fact that Vengarl had killed their mutual friend Hawke, and had started a fight with the troll. Not that Vengarl could really blame the man, of course. He had done an awful thing, and he couldn't bring himself to have qualms with anyone who might be upset about that. Still, it had made for a somewhat... unfortunate interaction when Fenris drew his blade.
To his credit, Vengarl did not kill the elf. Nor did he raise a hand against his attacker, or to do anything more than block a slash here or there. From there, it hadn't taken Cousland long to intervene - a fact which Vengarl was especially thankful for. Who knows how long he could have lasted before he either flew into a rage or was killed by Fenris? Truly, he owed Cousland a lot.
Once his assailant had been suitably restrained, the rest of their night had been spent holed up in Cousland's flat, patching up the damage done by Fenris. Fortunately, his rocky skin had done a lot to lessen the damage done, but that doesn't mean that the wendigo-elf's blows were insignificant by any means. Vengarl's forearms took the worst of it, and as a result are quite cut up and covered in gashes - most at least an inch deep, although several go deeper than that. His chest didn't get away entirely unscathed, though, with two large slashes having cut through his shirt and into his chest. Finally, the closest call of all would be the light cut across his left cheek - this one not particularly deep, although it did travel upward far enough to cut his lengthened ear into two segments.
All this is to say that Vengarl is very, very bloody right now. And in more than a little pain as well.
Fortunately - whether it's due to his own impressive fortitude or something to do with being a monster now - he seems to be holding up okay. In pain and bleeding, sure, but he doesn't seem anywhere near death's doorstep just yet.
Still, he's definitely appreciate some bandages.]
