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.]
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Date: 2015-09-08 10:54 pm (UTC)[He says it sternly as he sits down in his designated seat. He understands why she's so upset, and truthfull in her position he'd probably be just as furious. Still, he can't ignore his own role in how things ended up the way they did.]
I did a terrible thing to Hawke. To his family. It is only natural that he would want revenge.
[Still, he isn't objecting to her actions, and he certainly isn't objecting to insistence on patching him up. He'd be somewhat embarrassed if he had to go to Naomi's clinic again. Erin may be a much better swordswoman than she is a medic, but anything she isn't able to do, he's confident that he will able to rudimentarily do on his own.
That isn't to say that he isn't fully appreciative of what she can do, of course.]
...thank you, by the way. For doing this.
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Date: 2015-09-09 05:52 am (UTC)Family. Revenge. Yes, she knows how that goes.
A moment later, she gives herself a bit of a shake and resumes laying out her medical items in more orderly piles, grabbing one of the tubes of antibiotic first to struggle with twisting off the top.
SIDESTEPPING THE SUBJECT sweats nervously]Doing what, being a proper upstanding friend? Daft thing to be thanked for, h -- Maker's breath!
[ That cap for the tube doesn't want to come of one bit. Deciding enough is enough, she bites down on it and tears the damn thing off instead, neatly solving the problem.
And antibacterial gel tastes like shite, by the way. Now you know. ]
You'd think they don't want anyone opening these things. Absurd.