// we haven't won, and if we win, //
Lips quirk into a small twitch of a smile at Isla’s commentary of polite patients and bedside manner. Honestly, growing up as he had, his first experience with any true medics and healers had been amongst the Climb and when he’d fit into varying societies to try and become the gentleman he s today, so while it had been a relatively new experience he hadn’t ever sat there with the assumption he’d get nowhere if he was in pain and being an asshole to the person helping him.
So he’s always been tempered, offering trust to those with the capabilities that he does not have, for the benefit of bringing him back to his tall, towering, and often menacing self.
Clinging to the warmth she offers while she cleans away the blood, he’s silent as he listens and the drugs start to take more of a hold — the soreness vanishing in the face of warmth and airiness. He feels light, all of a sudden, and he watches the bobbing lights as he sinks into the sensation and her dutiful work wiping away the blood. “That sounds useful.” He comments about her scalpel fingers, before his head twists to look at her and his arm as the red is wiped away.
“There was a big… awful monster made of too many creatures and things that was heading this way and we couldn’t… Kill it.” He starts to say, tongue feeling heavier and drawing more of his accent out. “We failed and I could only remember what would happen when I’d fail back at the Climb, so I ran.” Like a coward with no hold on himself or his emotions.
So he’s always been tempered, offering trust to those with the capabilities that he does not have, for the benefit of bringing him back to his tall, towering, and often menacing self.
Clinging to the warmth she offers while she cleans away the blood, he’s silent as he listens and the drugs start to take more of a hold — the soreness vanishing in the face of warmth and airiness. He feels light, all of a sudden, and he watches the bobbing lights as he sinks into the sensation and her dutiful work wiping away the blood. “That sounds useful.” He comments about her scalpel fingers, before his head twists to look at her and his arm as the red is wiped away.
“There was a big… awful monster made of too many creatures and things that was heading this way and we couldn’t… Kill it.” He starts to say, tongue feeling heavier and drawing more of his accent out. “We failed and I could only remember what would happen when I’d fail back at the Climb, so I ran.” Like a coward with no hold on himself or his emotions.
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
