Open RP Post

[centuriesinspired]

What it says on the tin, give me your starters or make a request.

Pick a scenario if you need ideas.

Comments

[seasoflight]

Felih's just as much of a mess, but he tugs and guides the Exarch into the water with him, and he's so very swift to take the soaps and lather up his hands, before starting a very thorough rub-down of his beloved friend. Starting from the neck, and working his way down over his shoulders and torso and arms, trying to free him of all the filth they're both a mess of.

"There's no point in scolding you if you're already this apologetic about it," Felih laughs softly, leaning in to nuzzle his cheek before murmuring, "But I was worried sick for you. I went down there just to bring you home, you know..." And to die, but G'raha doesn't need to know that, because the others caught him trying to sneak away and stopped that from happening.

Twelve, he loves his friends so...

Felih is fussy and determined to get all the grime off his companion. And the moment he's gotten his torso clean, his hands get to work healing the wounds he finds, his hands warm and aglow with soothing, restorative aether.

"Just relax... it'll take a while for me to mend this wound, considering its severity... You patched it up for the time being, I see- but I'll tend to it fully."

[centuriesinspired]

Just to bring you home... The Exarch lowers his gaze, smiling, eyes glistening once more. There's nothing he can say for a time, quietly letting Felih work. He can at least help, cupping the soapy water up to his own face and gently cleaning around his eyes and cheeks, ears twitching each time a cut is bothered too much. Yet Felih is so gentle and so quick to move on to the healing that it's not really a bother at all.

He lets out a soft sigh as, finally, the pain that had become a constant backdrop these past several days fades away, replaced by the soothing warmth of Felih's aether.

"Thank you, Felih," he says. "For this and...for everything." Coming for him, too. He doesn't imagine that he's the only reason Felih traveled to the Tempest, he couldn't have let Emet-Selch go unchallenged, but that his hero worried about him so... His friend. His dear friend...

The water ripples as the Exarch leans forward, pressing his brow against Felih's shoulder while the man heals him.

[seasoflight]

Felih keeps working on him gently, and he starts to hum familiar melodies as he keeps healing him up. He's glad the water is refreshing, steadily growing cleaner even as they scrub themselves free of dirt and blood. He nuzzles into the Exarch's hair, purring softly as he works, healing up cuts and bruises, everything he finds, before slowly working his way back towards his torso, where the worst of the wounds is.

"Of course," he murmurs, hands massaging at the Exarch's body, rubbing and working gently, before finally cleaning the larger wound right in the center, and starting to work on healing it from the core outwards. "Why would I ever do anything else? I could not abandon you to such a fate... ah, take a deep breath, darling, and hold it as long as you can... this is the trickiest part." Working so deeply, shutting his eyes to micromanage the flow of his aether into the wound that cut clear through his beloved friend.

"The most grievous will take the longest time to heal, but just bear with me, G'raha," he murmurs, still staying close, holding him in a way, one hand on the front of his wound, and the other on his back against the other end. "We'll stay safe and sound and warm and clean in this bath until I'm finished."

[centuriesinspired]

The Exarch can only nod as he does as Felih asks, drawing in a long, deep breath and keeping it in as he works the aether. It's nothing to the pain of being shot in the first place but it isn't as pleasant as healing the other, more minor hurts had been. Still, of all that the Exarch has learned in his decades of extended life, patience was among the first.

"Hmn..."

So he remains, still and silent and huddled close to Felih. When he must breathe again he does so in small, shallow gasps. The humming helps and slowly, under the water's surface, the Exarch finds his fingers tapping out a rhythm to Felih's melody against the other's skin.

[seasoflight]

Felih works dutifully, and all the while, Felih murmurs soft comfort and encouragement against G'raha's jaw, trailing soft kisses along it and then down over his neck, his purr strong and steady to comfort his lover.

When he finally finishes, sealing the wound closed on both sides of his torso, Felih lets out a deep breath and moves to simply hug the Exarch tightly, moving to sit in his lap and wrap his arms and legs around him.

"...I'm so glad you're safe," he breathes against him, ears low as he bunts against his shoulder, then up under his chin, purring even more noisily than ever. The water cleanses itself as time goes on, and the constant warmth of the water helps soothe him even more. "You scared me so much, darling. From the moment on Mount Gulg, to this very moment... I feared I'd found you only to lose you again."