It was just about the crack of dawn when Devrum hammered the door of the infirmary with his club-like fist. Vervain , preoccupied with the tavern and coddling Remi like some needy runt...would be none the wiser for his whereabouts. The woman had stood by his side, unrelenting from what she saw or heard of the man.
She was steadfast, strong, loyal...she deserved the world on a silver platter...an unrealistic gesture Devrum was sure, but he would give her the next best thing...a chance to start a family, a chance to have a child of their very own, to call their own.
Max was long gone, Devrum only hoped it was in a cellar among his kind where he would get torn apart...but now wasn't the time for fantasies.
Again Devrum thumped on the door, should Isla answer he would turn and pause a moment to regard her...before cutting to the chase.
"You're a healer...fix me." With a gesture he would cup his balls in one hand and give a wiggle. "Don't have time to explain...but I need you...to fix what was done to me."
Devrum would lower his pants and examine his...girth...an audible flap catching the side of his leg as he winced slightly to lift his love muscle to examine his tots. "Nothing on the outside...but inside...I need fixing...get what I'm saying miss?"
He appeared rather gruff, but casual as if dropping his pants at her door meant nothing and was an ordinary occurrence.
She was steadfast, strong, loyal...she deserved the world on a silver platter...an unrealistic gesture Devrum was sure, but he would give her the next best thing...a chance to start a family, a chance to have a child of their very own, to call their own.
Max was long gone, Devrum only hoped it was in a cellar among his kind where he would get torn apart...but now wasn't the time for fantasies.
Again Devrum thumped on the door, should Isla answer he would turn and pause a moment to regard her...before cutting to the chase.
"You're a healer...fix me." With a gesture he would cup his balls in one hand and give a wiggle. "Don't have time to explain...but I need you...to fix what was done to me."
Devrum would lower his pants and examine his...girth...an audible flap catching the side of his leg as he winced slightly to lift his love muscle to examine his tots. "Nothing on the outside...but inside...I need fixing...get what I'm saying miss?"
He appeared rather gruff, but casual as if dropping his pants at her door meant nothing and was an ordinary occurrence.
