Hey guys! I have an introduction (two actually) somewhere here but I just want to do a little talking about me and my writing for people just glancing at my page.
My name is Alita I use they/them pronouns.
I write whump with a mix of sci-fi and fantasy settings
I do all OC whump here and there is a OC info page here.
That will probably also be where I have my links when I have enough to make it worth it.
Though I do OC whump most of my characters reside in a prewritten universe just so I'm not world building from the ground up
The main ones are Star Wars, The Forgotten Realms, and Golarion. Those last two are D&D and Pathfinder universes.
Star wars is the only one you have to have deep knowledge of the other two are generic fantasy where I will occasionally drop the name of a god in. I usually try to put in some context clues about what they are the god of. If it's a really heavy element I will lore dump a bit about it which only comes up in a couple of the story lines I have planned.
Speaking of yes most of my OC's have origins in table top RP.
I am willing to answer most asks that come through my box be it about me or my characters.
While it has been a hot minute since I posted anything here its not because I'm writing it's because I take a long time to edit my work. The wait in my opinion does come out with a better product.
Any input is fine just not grammar/spelling corrections. You and me both have to live with my dyslexic ass doing my best out here.
DNI under 18. This is a don't ask don't tell policy since I don't plan on doing explicit NSFW here.
Yeah I think that is the most of it. All my stories are wildly different and I'm still bad at tagging so no tagging of common triggers here. Otherwise yeah if you wanna see me work on something instead of directionlessly weaving through my WIPs send me an ask.
I HATE how tumblr brings up your old tags as you’re typing a new tag because I really don’t!! Want to remember!!! Some of the things I’ve said on this godforsaken site!!!!
I have some whump stories coming up that really deal with the loss of self. I have a really big fear about the consept of loss of self which is part of the reason why I am exploring it in my fiction. I would have to imagine that some people would need a trgger warning.
If anyone has any suggestions for tagging things like
Being stripped of self idenity
Relization of loss of idenity
Questioning free will
Reality Questioning like
The ship Thesus question of am I still the same person I was 10 years ago
Send me an emoji and an oc and I’ll answer with a picture and an explanation!
🏡 - What is your oc’s dream house and why?
🪟- What did their childhood home look like?
🎨- What colors does your oc like best? What color palette reminds you of them?
👃- What do you imagine your oc smells like? Maybe even pick out a cologne/perfume they might wear.
🍲- What is your ocs comfort food and why?
🍁- What is your ocs favorite season and why? Show a picture of what their favorite environment in this season would look like. (Whether its inside or outside!)
🛏 - What does your ocs room look like? Why do they choose this set up?
🧘♂️ -What does a self care afternoon look like for your oc? (Do they take a bath, relax on the couch, etc)
🦋- What animal/creature from their world do they most relate to and why?
🧣- What outfit would they wear on a cute coffee shop date?
❤️ - What does your ocs dream date look like?
🖼 - Which of these paintings does your oc relate to the most?
✨- Make a moodboard/stimboard for your oc! (Make sure to source images)
💕- Show us a gif of your ocs favorite way to cuddle.
What was your muse's personality like as a kid? How has it changed since then?
Where did your muse grow up? What was their home like? Did they like where they grew up?
What did your muse's family look like? Parents, grandparents? Big or small? Who was around the house when your muse was a kid?
How was your muse's relationship with their childhood guardians? Has it changed over time, and if so, how? Do they keep in touch?
Does your muse have any siblings? What was their relationship like growing up? Is it any different now?
Did your muse have a best friend? Friends? Who did they hang out with as a kid? Are they still friends?
Did your muse have any enemies? Playground rivalries? How did that turn out?
What did your muse do in their free time? How did they entertain themself as a kid?
What was your muse's education like? Did they go to school? Did they like it?
What responsibilities did your muse have as a child? Chores? Babysitting? How good were they at fulfilling their responsibilities?
What expectations were placed on your muse as a child? Who had those expectations for your muse? How did your muse feel about them?
Did your muse go on any trips or vacations as a kid? Where did they go? How did they feel about traveling?
What did your muse want to be when they grew up? Did they have any childhood dreams, and have they achieved them?
Who was a mentor or a hero to your muse as a kid? Why did your muse look up to them and what did your muse learn from them? How is that relationship now?
What's one childhood memory that has stuck with your muse over the years? What's it significance to your muse now?
If your muse could say one thing to their childhood self, what would they say? Would your muse want to meet their childhood self in the first place?
How is your muse with kids now? Do they want kids of their own? What lessons from their childhood would they pass on to the next generation?
What's one thing that instantly transports your muse back to their childhood? Why?
I know I have a really small following and don't post a lot. I am currently working on making a bunch more stuff in bulk so I can release stuff more regularly in the future and so that I can have more time between drafting and editing.
Anyways I'm kind of at a fork where my Blue Eyes story can go one of two ways. I can either have it go one way where Whumpee breaks from the whump or at least pretends to for a longer term escape plan where caretaker is a memeber of the cult their trying to escape from. Or since magic is involved I can go down an imperfect suggestion based mind control route where the caretaker is an ex-member of the cult whumpee is being mind controled by.
If anyone has a prefrence of what they would like to see please let me know.
Blue finds himself at the hands of the guard and they are willing to do a lot to get information out of him.
CW: Inprisonment, law enforcment, chest wound, blood, gore, restraints, starvation, dehydration, stress possition, stabing, arm wound, leg wound, torture, interogation, stomach wound, religious themes.
Part I | Part II | Master List
When he found himself coming back to consciousness pain was still coursing through his chest. He takes in a deep breath, memories of being stabbed by Cahir come flooding back to him. He clutches onto his chest before he sits up looking around. He was laying on nothing more than a thin blanket. Even that was generous given the thin piece of fabric under him. He groans looking around him. It was a shabby, dingy, dirty, prison cell. Then down at his bare chest to see the poorly bandaged wound confirming that his memories and pain were real. The area was covered with grime and dirt. It was asking for an infection. He sighs, pressing his head into the brickwork behind him.
He looks up quickly at the sound of footsteps. He grimaces when he sees a familiar guard. Artri, someone that Blue had only had a handful of run-ins with but who absolutely despised Remy. He gives a dark chuckle causing Blue to recoil away from him. “Remy’s prodige.” Blue glares at him. “Now I have been paid a pretty penny for a very good offer.”
Blue laughed still snarking even with his arms curled around himself trying to ward off the pain, “Yeah? I thought you didn’t take bribes?”
“Oh I don’t normally but I was given the perfect opportunity not only to try and hunt down Remy because I have you. Not only that,” He smirks. “You’re the guild's little pet. You know all the secrets in and out.”
Blue scoffed, “Like I would tell you anything.”
The guard laughed, “You might not now. Don’t worry, I have a plan for you.” Blue sneered at him. “I’d be careful with that face boy from what I hear your leader ain’t around to get you out of this one.” After the taunt though he waves off and walks out of the cell block
Blue relaxes when Atri walks out of sight. He sits up and goes about the usual pat down checking to see if all of his hidden away lock picks had been taken. No shoes so that was out. The couple he had sown into the seams of his pants, gone. He sighs it means either the guard has gotten smarter or they were told where they could be found. He quickly checks the cell. If he was lucky there would be a gift left from another thief. He frowns when he touches the ground and finds that instead of the layer of dirt, grime, and blood that normally covered the floor of these cells he found it clean. Along with the straw mat he was laying on. They really did prep this just for him. He groans laying back down on the mat. His chest feels like it’s on fire after so much movement. He can’t think properly. His head swimming with thoughts of betrayal. Cahir didn’t like him and a hostile takeover of the guild wasn’t unexpected but to stoop so low as to try and kill him or end him in this hell hole was a new low. He puts his arm over his eyes. The only thing there was to do was wait. Wait for whatever Atri had for him or be rescued by someone. Some sleep would do him good. Letting him pass the time and work on healing the wound.
He was woken by the sound of the main door opening, Blue rolled over and sat up knowing that whatever was coming that it was better to be at attention. Having just rested his mind was a little clearer now and it's at this point that Blue realizes he’s alone. No other prisoners was a bad sign for him because it meant there would be no one who could assist in contacting the outside world or to complain about treatment. It was Atri along with a couple of lacky guards. Blue grimaces as he sees the extra restraints in Atri’s hands. He slowly stands covering his chest with his arm trying to ward off the throbbing pain from his wound. He looks down at his bandage, finding that it’s soaked with blood. “You don’t have to stand on my account,” Atri says as he moves up to the door of the cell. Blue glowers at him, he’s frustrated. He doesn’t have a plan out of this and he can see the writing on the wall of where this was going to go. Arti shrugs and he unlocks the cell, the two guards making a formation to block the doorway making running nearly impossible. Blue knew with the state of his wound he wasn’t going to stand a chance. He backs up into the wall lifting one arm to at least try and defend himself. “We can make this easy Blue. You just need to tell me where the entrances into the guild are.”
Blue glares, “Get the bastard who gave me up to be your snitch.”
Atri smirks as he sets the restraints on the ground, “You and I both know what Cahir is up to.” The man lunges forward and knocks Blue into the back wall. He cries out as the jostling makes the wound in his chest rip open. He doesn’t have enough strength to fend off his hands being pinned above him. His wings give a frantic fluttering but they’re partly pinned between him and the wall. “If you kick this is gonna be worse for you.” Blue glared at the warning and completely disregarded it, kicking his bare heel into the side of Atri’s knee. Arti grunted but his pin didn’t falter. “You two,” He orders the guards as he presses his body weight into the smaller man. Blue struggles, hisses, and kicks as each guard places a manacel on each wrist. They then attach each one above his head by a short chain to the wall.
When he’s released it leaves him in a position where if he’s standing up straight there isn’t much strain on his arms now but he knows after sometime his arms being above his head was going to be a problem. Panting, looking down at his chest which now has blood dripping, seeping from the bandage. He closes his eyes in an attempt to collect his thoughts and think of a way out of this. A way to make this easier. Nothing comes to him in the few seconds he has before he’s socked right in the stomach. “Fuck!” he lets out doubling over straining his shoulders and lifting himself off the ground so his knees could try and offer some protection. The trio of guards are laughing as he struggles, forced to put his legs down after a few seconds of his body weight on his wrist and shoulder. The metal manicels are already pressing hard into the soft skin around his wrists. He coughs and sputters his body too freaked out to take in air properly.
“Awe look at the pride of the thieves guild.” Atri taunts getting his face up close to Blue’s. Blue debates retaliating but he thinks better of it. Intentionally antagonizing Arti was not going to get him out of here. So, he just glares. “Learned your lesson about fighting back, huh?” Atri smirks before pulling back away from him. “Good, now that we’re all calmed down, let's think about this for a moment.” He condescendingly taps Blue’s forehead twice causing his nose to scrunch up in disgust. “Cahir left you for dead. Worse in fact if he intended for you to live. He’s using you as bait either to have me catch Remy or him catch Remy. Any guild members that follow his lead and don’t leave or come looking for the one of ya are probably not on your side. So why protect them?”
Blue lunges forward like a rabid dog on a leash, “You don’t know anything about the guild!” While what Atri was saying was true it was a question of how long the people he cared about took to clear out. They might wait it out sometime before realizing no one was going to come back to stop Cahir. Even if that wasn’t the case Blue wasn’t a snitch.
“I think I know plenty.”
“Well then Atri let's not mention what kind of man you are. If I gave you that information the entire city would be under siege and your men tend to have a hard time telling the difference between an innocent and a criminal. If I gave you that information you would use it to declare anyone you didn’t like a friend of the guild and slaughter half the town. You know since so many of them distrust you.” Then end of Blue’s sentence was punctuated by a slap from Atri. He takes it on the cheek, lowering his head in preparation for another attack. One doesn’t come through, Atri grabs him by the chin digging his fingers in the tender stinging flesh he just caused.
“I think it would be best to remember the position that you’re in Blue.”
Blue huffs, “You think I’m going to break over a couple of hits? Merchant women worried about breaking a nail hit harder than you.”
“I don’t have to rely on just physical pain, Blue.” Atri smirks. “I know you grew up on the streets but how long did you really go without a meal? Without water?” Blue turned his head away sickened by the idea of being starved. “From where I’m standing you are at my mercy to get you those things.” He then presses his hand over the bleeding bandage causing blood to seep out between his fingers and under his hand. Blue grits his teeth letting out a small groan trying to hold in a scream. He moves his legs to try and kick Atri away but he’s simply dodged. “You’re going to need treatment for this as well along with whatever else I decide to do with you,” He forces Blue to look at him, pressing their bodies together. “But it can all end. Hell, I’ll even let you out of here after the raid. You would be a hero after all. All you have to do is give me the entrances.”
“Go. To. Hell.” Blue gets out through gritted teeth, anger seeping out of his mouth mirroring the blood through Atri’s fingers.
“Fine.” Blue lets in a breath as Atri pulls his hand away from his chest. “I have some work to do but I can assure you that I will have no problems playing with you during my off time.” Atri frowns flicking blood off of his hand. Blue stands up straight to glare at Atri and the guards as they leave.
When they're gone a panic of being lost comes over Blue. He tries to fight it taking in deep breaths but his mind is spiraling down with panic. He doesn’t know what to do. From his perspective he was going to wither away for however many days it took for him to starve or dehydrate or get sick with infection. At the end of it he was going to die. If Cahir meant to kill him Blue wished that he had. For now he had enough resolve to tell Atri to go to hell. To think of his family, think of the town. He wasn’t sure what it was going to look like in two, three days time. He couldn’t imagine turning but what if…
That one what if scrambled his head for long enough that time seemed to pass. No windows, no natural lighting ment he had no idea how long it was since Atri had shown his ugly head. Cold stone had chilled Blue to the core and he was starting to lose feeling in his hands if he didn’t constantly try to rotate his wrists in his cuffs. Now though he was starting to get crushingly bored. Standing around arms tied to nothing to do. No one here to talk to. That was maddening. He tried to pass the time. Counting the bricks, reciting the rules of the guild in his head, reciting types of locks and how to pick them, reciting the few poems and songs he knew. Eventually, he was just left with his own thoughts, and unfortunately the thing his mind was focused on most was the things he least wanted to think about. Pain. The pain in his chest which had at least stopped bleeding leaving his chest a dried bloody mess. The pain in his shoulders and arms from having to be suspended for hours. The slow creeping pain in his stomach as hunger slowly descended. The pain every time he tried to lick his lips to create some saliva for his dry mouth which never came. The pain in his legs and feet for standing for so long. Every part of him wanted out of this predicament.
Hearing the door to the cell block open though wasn’t much of a saving grace. He stands at attention ready for Arti. The man walks up leaning against the bars. “Having fun?”
“Oh you bet,” Blue smirks, still trying to act like he has a fight in him. He really just wants to be left alone. It’s foreboding that the guard has his pike with him. Blue closes his eyes pressing the back of his head into the stone wall when Atri opens the door to his cell.
“You must really be having a fun time if you’re still not willing to tell me what I want to know.” Blue keeps his mouth shut. “Well then I guess I’ll just have to stick you a couple of times like the rat you are.” The boy braces himself against the wall for what he knows is coming as the sharp metal tip of the man’s pike presses up against his lower leg right under the kneecap. “Last chance.”
“No! Aghhhh…” As he shouts out it is turned into a gargled scream as the pike pushes through his leg straight into the bone. He cries out and wriths trying to get the Pike out of his leg but Arti keeps his grip firm. Blue’s writhing causes the Pike to slice and cut up his legs all around the puncture wound as he tries to fight it off.
“You’re doing more harm to yourself! Then I am!” Atri shouts over Blue’s screams of pain before a yank pulls out the spear. Blue goes limp trying his best to support himself with one leg. His long black hair has fallen into his face covering it but there is no hiding the sob that racks his body. More weight forced onto his shoulders and wrists.
Blue huffs out in anger after another sob, “Remy’s going to kill you.”
Arti laughs, “In case you hadn't heard or noticed your little guild master has gone and abandoned you. Left with no tabs on you or else he would have come already. You’re his favorite guild pet but I guess even that’s not enough.” Blue breathes out heavily in anger trying to think of a comeback but his mind is drawing a blank. “Okay, next chance.” The spear is put up against his forearm. He tries to twist away from the end of the pike trying to make sure it at least wouldn’t go through his arm but a quick shove on the end of the Pike sends it through delicate muscle and flesh. Blue lets out a gargling scream as he tries to kick and struggle in his bonds. Soon enough the pike is pulled out and Blue collapses placing all his weight on his shoulders. He tries to catch his breath but he doesn’t get a moment before the point of the pike is positioned right under his navel. Blue swallows in air, trembling for the next stab. “Really you haven’t had enough?”
Blue shakes his head sniffing, “I can’t. I can’t give you that information.”
“Can’t hmmm cause you can speak you know where it is. So it sounds more like won’t” With that the pike is shoved into the soft flesh under the man’s navel. He cries out but this time presses his back to the wall and braces himself. If he moves too much this time he is really going to hurt himself. He breathes heavily glaring at Atri. “It is still a can’t?” He taunts.
“Fuck off.”
Atri shuggs, “If you say so.” He sets the end of the spear down on the ground, the tip still in Blue, the movement causing him to throw his head back and grit his teeth so as not to scream. “I’ll see you in the morning. Probably should thank me, keeping it in will probably stop you from bleeding out.”
Blue quickly looks back at him in horror, “No! you can’t do this!”
“Oh I can.” Atri smirks, turning away and shutting the door to the cell.
“Please,” Blue beggs sobbing.
“No no you don’t want to tell me so I’m wasting my time here. I think I need to let you sleep on my offer.” The chained man hangs his head sobs racking his body. Atri smirked before turning away and heading back out of the cell block
Blue’s world was nothing but pain and shock. He couldn’t think clearly about what was going on just flinching away when the heavy iron door closed. His vision was blurred and spotty. He was drenched now in blood and sweet. He tries to lift himself off of the weight of his shoulders but he’s too weak and collapses back down again. This time into unconsciousness.
Blue drifts in and out of consciousness for… he doesn’t know how long. When he finally comes back too it is from an intense pain in his lower abdomen. He whimpers out before he curls up and screams out as the pike is pulled out of him. Causing dried blood and other stuff stuck to the blade to be pulled with it. “Stop!” He cries writhing under his bonds.
“Oh shut up,” His captor complains at him. Blue whimpers and squirms that being all he had the energy to do. He was coming on day two of no food or water. Along with hanging from his arms all night his shoulders had long separated from their socket. He sobbed as Atri approaches him and he shakes his head.
Atri chuckles, “Just a reminder that you can make all of this end at any time, Blue. Give me the guild entrance and I will be back with a hot meal, water, and a potion to close your wounds.” Blue shakes his head, still willing to suffer and probably die for the safety of the guild and town. Arti rolls his eyes at the defiance before he reaches down to his belt. “Well, don’t want you bleeding out quite yet.” He pulls off a cloth from his belt and a flask. He takes a swift drink from the flask, making blue realize how thirsty he was. His mouth was completely dry with no saliva in sight. His lips were cracked to the point of bleeding. He watches Arti with apprehension as he soaks the cloth with what was in the flask. Blue can smell the sharp burn of alcohol and he closes his eyes and grits his teeth in anticipation. Atri presses the cloth into the wound under his navel. Blue lets out a string of curses but he doesn’t fight it outside of tensing what he could. Atri takes his time slowly cleaning out the wound; it leaves the boy panting and crying though at this point tears were light. Soon enough Atri moves, pulling a roll of clean bandage cotton from his pocket and slowly wraps it around Blue’s lower abdomen. He then moves back inspecting his handiwork and the mess that he’s really made of the young man. Blue hangs his head wanting to slip back into the world of unconsciousness. He is desperately aware of the eyes on him though and shutters when Atri steps closer again. He screws his eyes shut just hoping that there wasn’t going to be any more pain today. He would rather just be left to wither away.
To his surprise he suddenly drops under his own weight as Arti releases his binds from the connection to the wall. He whimpers as he folds over on himself, collapsing in a heep on the stone floor at Atri’s feet. Atri just huffs looking down at him. Blue struggles to get himself into a less painful position but all of the strength has been taken out of him. A feeling of relief comes over him as footsteps walk away and as soon as the presence of Atri is gone he’s back to the land of unconsciousness.
He didn’t wake much in whatever time Atri was gone. A few minutes here and there nothing really long enough to process what had just happened to him. It isn’t until a long time has passed that he wakes slowly to the dark dungeon; there was no light; the only reason he’s able to see is his angelic heritage. He slowly moves trying to take count of the state of him. His arm was torn with sharp jagged scabbing on both sides of it. He is extremely lucky that he can still move all of his fingers with an injury that deep. His shoulders dislocated no doubt. The bandage on his chest was crusted with dried and smeared blood. Moving a hand over the spot though it felt burning hot likely meaning that it was infected. He put his hand down next to the wound on his stomach, surprised to find the cloth was mostly clear of blood seeping through it or at least from what he could feel. He hisses and moves his leg not really able to see it. It hurts but it feels like most of the damage was stopped by bone. His stomach was nothing but sharp pains of hunger and he wasn’t even sure he could open his mouth from how dry it was.
He readjusts himself to try and get some more natural sleep but that idea is quickly ruined by the sound of an iron door scraping stone. He moves, turning his head towards the cell door as Atri comes into view. He’s holding a tray in his hands. On it was a tall mug, a bowl with a half of a loaf of bread next to it, and a red liquid trapped in a potion bottle. Blue’s heart skips a beat at the idea of water and food. He whimpers moving closer to the door when Atri enters with the tray. The bowl likely held soup as Blue could smell meat and onion’]. Atri smirks looking down at him, “You want some of this?” He makes a move dragging in one of the wooden watch chairs from outside of the cell to the inside of it. Blue doesn’t move his pleading look of want turning to a glare of hatred. He knew what Atri was trying to do.
“Fuck… you.” Atri clicked his tongue as he sat down placing the tray into his lap.
“Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to-” He’s cut off by the doors down to the cell block opening again.
“Captain Atri!”
“I am busy!” He shouts at the lackey.
“I understand sir but there are a couple of people who are here demanding to see you.”
Atri scowled, “Fine.” He gets up, placing the tray in the chair before he leaves the cell open.
Blue whimpers as he tries to get his body to cooperate. He needs to move, he needs to get out of here with the one chance. Or even with the chance to get something off that tray. He’s just too weak; he can't get up with one good leg. He drops his head back down on the stone resigned to his fate. He counts as time passes of how long Atri was gone. How long he could have been out of here if he had any strength left. He loses count long before Atri comes back following behind him are a man and woman. The man is dressed in Clerical vestments, white accented with red and gold. The women had this polished gold platemail with white and red fabric draped along it. Both of them had the symbol of a sword with a sun halo for the hilt. Blue recognized the symbol as that of the church of Iomedae. The goddess of justice. He trembled, not sure if they were friend or foe. He didn’t want to find out which. The woman stops just short of the cell entrance after Atri enters. “He’s not exactly what we expected.”
“I don’t know what to tell you,” Atri was clearly frustrated and annoyed no longer having that malicious glee underlining his voice. The priest brushes past both of them.
“There is only one way to be sure.” Blue shuffles his feet against the ground trying to get away as the man approaches.
He kneels, “I’m not going to hurt you son.” Blue doesn’t trust that for a minute as the man reaches out a hand towards his forehead but he can not get away in his current state. “My name is Father Armatus.” Blue closes his eyes tight as the man presses the palm of his hand into his forehead. His hand is simultaneously hot and cold to the touch as a bright light radiates from it.
After a moment the hand is pulled back and he glances back towards the woman and nods. “He’s ours.” Blue looks at him with tired but still confused and scared eyes. The Father moves his hands and soothes over his knee the feeling of warm water rushing over his leg gives relief to the pain. He knows the feeling of healing magic and he sucks in a breath of relief. “I’m from the church of Iomedae. We had heard of an unclaimed aasimar here and had to be sure that you did not belong to us. Which for your luck you do.” Blue wasn’t sure what to say, his head swimming with thoughts. He had never known his angelic origin but that seemed to pale in comparison to the idea that this might be his way out. But he was exhausted, his face just giving away to confusion. The Father frowns. “Did you not know, son?” Blue shakes his head certain that if moisture had not been kept from his body he would probably be crying. Armatus nods calmly in response to that as he moves to his shoulders. “Sister, will you help me?” The woman moves over and follows the Father’s motions to get to the other side of him. The Father carefully runs his fingers through the boy’s matted hair. “I’m sorry this is going to hurt but before we take you out of here I would like to deal with the wounds that will make it hard to move.” Blue nods, relaxing into the hand, disappointed when it’s removed. The sister holds him down, careful of his bandages as the Father takes Blue’s arm and pulls it straight, rotating it out then up while pushing down. The boy squirms and cries as it’s done, finally giving a scream as his shoulder is replaced with a pop. “You’re doing great,” The Father reassures as this time he places his weight into holding down Blue and the Sister grabs his arm on the other side. She performs the same action though a lot swifter than the Father. Blue writhes even after he’s let go as pain throbs and radiates from his two shoulders. He lets out a dry sob turning onto his side and trying to cover his face with his arms. The Father softly rubs his back, shushing him but letting him get it out of his system.
When he’s finally calm, his arm is touched and he moves it away slightly to look up at the Father who is holding a water skin in his hands. Blue desperately moves to get up, glad to find the Sister supporting him up. He leans forward and with the two’s help he manages to drink down nearly all of the water skin. He’s never felt so refreshed as cool water wets his lips, mouth, and throat. “Thank you,” he breathes out when done and he’s given a nod.
“Alright let’s get you up,” The Father moves to stand and the Sister does as well she picks up the thin man with her. Blue stumbles under his weight even without the pain in his leg but he’s caught and finds pretty much all of his weight being supported by the sister. His head lulls as the sudden motion up causes his head to spin. He shakes his head trying to come back to attention. He finds himself unsuccessful in keeping awake and passes out.
I know this blog is for prompts but I honestly always struggle with this in writing and I’m not sure who to ask so I hope it isn’t too much of a bother- I always struggle finding words or phrases for smoking.
How do you write someone inhaling the smoke and letting it go? Is that even what they do?
How do they feel after actually doing it?
Thank you!
I have never smoked, so I would give up this question to people who know more about it.
So a run down I am someone who smokes a lot of things and a bunch of products feel different. So here is my quick check of my personal experiences.
Smoking styles
So there are two ways that people commonly use Direct to Lung (DL) where you are typically breathing straight in (think inhaler) an and Mouth to Lung smokers where you briefly keep the smoke in your mouth before inhaling (MtL). I will mention it if relent but if I don't it means both smoking styles are used.
Puff VS Draw
Puffing is taking quick hits bringing only a little bit of smoke into your mouth at a time typically multiple times in a row.
Draws are the longer breaths that smokers will use to get more smoke in.
Nicotine Products
Nicotine itself makes a lot of people fell relaxed but the actual drug itself can increase stress levels. A lot of people who smoke though started as the only way to take a break at work. A lot of people use it as a self soothing tool. One really cool thing is if you have to much nicotine you can develop a head ache (I did my first time trying it).
-Cigarettes'
They fall into 5 different categories of how they feel and taste.
Tar Forward: These are really bitter really heavy on tar taste, the kind of taste you get from artificial charcoal brick smoke. The smoke feels like the temperature of walking past a fully on space heater. The smoke is very heavy and coats everything in it the taste will stay in your mouth for hours and often times people who smell really heavily of cigarette smoke will smoke one of these. These are going to be anything black labeled. Marlboros and Camels all do this except their lights and slims. Most people who smoke these are DL smokers.
Leaf Forward: These are ones where you get a lot more Tabaco flavor which tastes like eating green tea leaves. The smoke is at a lower temp and tends to not cling to you as much. These are going to be American Spirits and Newports.
Lights: Meant to taste like nothing but have just a light smoke taste to them like the kind of smoke you get right after you blow out a candle. Cold smoke and doesn't leave much behind. These are labeled lights and every brand has one.
Menthol: They taste like hot minty tooth paste. The smoke chills your lungs if you have ever used something like a vics rub it's that kind of sensation. Lots of brands have these always in a green package. People who smoke these are MtL smokers.
Flavored: Artificial flavoring always fruit the most common being grape taste like burnt lightly flavored candy. A lot of the fruit flavors also have Menthol so they will also have a slight minty taste and have the same smoke feel.
-Cigars
This tastes like bitter black tea. The smoke is about the warmth of a hot lamp (bread they would bring to you at a restaurant). The smoke lingers but is a little more fragrant. Cigar smokers tend not to bring the smoke into their lungs and keep it in their mouths.
-Hookah
A lot of people puff on the hoses on the corners of their mouths.
Tabaco: A lot of flavor the smoke is very sweet and the Tabaco is typically dried with fruit that lend the flavor. The smoke has no heat and is cooled by water on the way to your mouth. The smell of this though will cling to you for days.
eHookah: See vape bellow the only difference is that the vapor is water cooled.
Hash: Tastes a lot like burnt green tea and is super intense. The smoke is cold but feels almost sticky.
-Vape
For all of these the smoke is a water vaper saturated with glycerin so it feels heavy. Flavors are typically what they say on the tin. Anything with menthol the vapor will have a cooling effect.
Mods: These are the big devices that you would see people making sick clouds on. The temp is around that of warm milk but will get hotter with multiple pulls in a row.
Pods: These are your Juuls. There is a lot less vapor created by these and the temp stays consistent otherwise they are a lot a like.
-Weed
Disclaimer: I live in a state where it is legal. I also don't tend to smoke because I dislike the lingering smell but I will give you knowledge from the type of smoking I have done
Weed is super complex in flavor but typically has a green tea, bitter herb (like thyme or tarragon), and fresh grass kind of flavor. All of the ways of smoking it will have that same kind of flavor.
Joint: It's rolled in paper or hemp. You are getting a pretty raw weed flavor. Smoke temps comparable to a cigarette. They can have a paper filter at one end for a cleaner smoke otherwise they get a little ashy.
Filter Flavor: So these are joints that have a paper filter with a little flavor bead that you break to activate. They kind of work for smoke how like those water bottles that add flavor as your drinking them work. It adds a really concentrated flavor to the smoke.
Dab Pens: These are the eCigarettes of the weed world. They are filled with a semi liquid distilled weed product typically referred to as wax. They usually are flavored but the weed flavor is always there and is usually over powering. The vaper from these are typically sticky.
Smoker mannerisms
Typically cigarettes are held with one hand between the index and pointer.
Joints and Cigars are held between index and thumb.
Most eProducts except hookah are all full handed. Each device design is very different for how you hold it though.
The took to much in cough is a deep burning in your lungs that you can't get out. Usually causes coughing to the point of pain and a lot easier to induce when smoking weed.
Lots of smokers who smoke for flavor will hold smoke in their mouths for a while before letting it out.
People will blow smoke out their nose it stings a little bit.
Blowing smoke out your teeth when your angry is common.
Smoking causes flehm build up so you will see smokers spitting a lot.
So I know there is plenty of people in this community who don't like healing magic. Not knocking it I get it but for you consideration:
A whumper with healing magic who heals the whumpee just to torture them again and again so the whumpee doesn't die or pass out. It also being a huge power move for whumpee to know that whumper really does get to choose if they live or die.
Blue finds himself at the hands of the guard and they are willing to do a lot to get information out of him.
CW: Inprisonment, law enforcment, chest wound, blood, gore, restraints, starvation, dehydration, stress possition, stabing, arm wound, leg wound, torture, interogation, stomach wound, religious themes.
Part I | Part II | Master List
When he found himself coming back to consciousness pain was still coursing through his chest. He takes in a deep breath, memories of being stabbed by Cahir come flooding back to him. He clutches onto his chest before he sits up looking around. He was laying on nothing more than a thin blanket. Even that was generous given the thin piece of fabric under him. He groans looking around him. It was a shabby, dingy, dirty, prison cell. Then down at his bare chest to see the poorly bandaged wound confirming that his memories and pain were real. The area was covered with grime and dirt. It was asking for an infection. He sighs, pressing his head into the brickwork behind him.
He looks up quickly at the sound of footsteps. He grimaces when he sees a familiar guard. Artri, someone that Blue had only had a handful of run-ins with but who absolutely despised Remy. He gives a dark chuckle causing Blue to recoil away from him. “Remy’s prodige.” Blue glares at him. “Now I have been paid a pretty penny for a very good offer.”
Blue laughed still snarking even with his arms curled around himself trying to ward off the pain, “Yeah? I thought you didn’t take bribes?”
“Oh I don’t normally but I was given the perfect opportunity not only to try and hunt down Remy because I have you. Not only that,” He smirks. “You’re the guild's little pet. You know all the secrets in and out.”
Blue scoffed, “Like I would tell you anything.”
The guard laughed, “You might not now. Don’t worry, I have a plan for you.” Blue sneered at him. “I’d be careful with that face boy from what I hear your leader ain’t around to get you out of this one.” After the taunt though he waves off and walks out of the cell block
Blue relaxes when Atri walks out of sight. He sits up and goes about the usual pat down checking to see if all of his hidden away lock picks had been taken. No shoes so that was out. The couple he had sown into the seams of his pants, gone. He sighs it means either the guard has gotten smarter or they were told where they could be found. He quickly checks the cell. If he was lucky there would be a gift left from another thief. He frowns when he touches the ground and finds that instead of the layer of dirt, grime, and blood that normally covered the floor of these cells he found it clean. Along with the straw mat he was laying on. They really did prep this just for him. He groans laying back down on the mat. His chest feels like it’s on fire after so much movement. He can’t think properly. His head swimming with thoughts of betrayal. Cahir didn’t like him and a hostile takeover of the guild wasn’t unexpected but to stoop so low as to try and kill him or end him in this hell hole was a new low. He puts his arm over his eyes. The only thing there was to do was wait. Wait for whatever Atri had for him or be rescued by someone. Some sleep would do him good. Letting him pass the time and work on healing the wound.
He was woken by the sound of the main door opening, Blue rolled over and sat up knowing that whatever was coming that it was better to be at attention. Having just rested his mind was a little clearer now and it's at this point that Blue realizes he’s alone. No other prisoners was a bad sign for him because it meant there would be no one who could assist in contacting the outside world or to complain about treatment. It was Atri along with a couple of lacky guards. Blue grimaces as he sees the extra restraints in Atri’s hands. He slowly stands covering his chest with his arm trying to ward off the throbbing pain from his wound. He looks down at his bandage, finding that it’s soaked with blood. “You don’t have to stand on my account,” Atri says as he moves up to the door of the cell. Blue glowers at him, he’s frustrated. He doesn’t have a plan out of this and he can see the writing on the wall of where this was going to go. Arti shrugs and he unlocks the cell, the two guards making a formation to block the doorway making running nearly impossible. Blue knew with the state of his wound he wasn’t going to stand a chance. He backs up into the wall lifting one arm to at least try and defend himself. “We can make this easy Blue. You just need to tell me where the entrances into the guild are.”
Blue glares, “Get the bastard who gave me up to be your snitch.”
Atri smirks as he sets the restraints on the ground, “You and I both know what Cahir is up to.” The man lunges forward and knocks Blue into the back wall. He cries out as the jostling makes the wound in his chest rip open. He doesn’t have enough strength to fend off his hands being pinned above him. His wings give a frantic fluttering but they’re partly pinned between him and the wall. “If you kick this is gonna be worse for you.” Blue glared at the warning and completely disregarded it, kicking his bare heel into the side of Atri’s knee. Arti grunted but his pin didn’t falter. “You two,” He orders the guards as he presses his body weight into the smaller man. Blue struggles, hisses, and kicks as each guard places a manacel on each wrist. They then attach each one above his head by a short chain to the wall.
When he’s released it leaves him in a position where if he’s standing up straight there isn’t much strain on his arms now but he knows after sometime his arms being above his head was going to be a problem. Panting, looking down at his chest which now has blood dripping, seeping from the bandage. He closes his eyes in an attempt to collect his thoughts and think of a way out of this. A way to make this easier. Nothing comes to him in the few seconds he has before he’s socked right in the stomach. “Fuck!” he lets out doubling over straining his shoulders and lifting himself off the ground so his knees could try and offer some protection. The trio of guards are laughing as he struggles, forced to put his legs down after a few seconds of his body weight on his wrist and shoulder. The metal manicels are already pressing hard into the soft skin around his wrists. He coughs and sputters his body too freaked out to take in air properly.
“Awe look at the pride of the thieves guild.” Atri taunts getting his face up close to Blue’s. Blue debates retaliating but he thinks better of it. Intentionally antagonizing Arti was not going to get him out of here. So, he just glares. “Learned your lesson about fighting back, huh?” Atri smirks before pulling back away from him. “Good, now that we’re all calmed down, let's think about this for a moment.” He condescendingly taps Blue’s forehead twice causing his nose to scrunch up in disgust. “Cahir left you for dead. Worse in fact if he intended for you to live. He’s using you as bait either to have me catch Remy or him catch Remy. Any guild members that follow his lead and don’t leave or come looking for the one of ya are probably not on your side. So why protect them?”
Blue lunges forward like a rabid dog on a leash, “You don’t know anything about the guild!” While what Atri was saying was true it was a question of how long the people he cared about took to clear out. They might wait it out sometime before realizing no one was going to come back to stop Cahir. Even if that wasn’t the case Blue wasn’t a snitch.
“I think I know plenty.”
“Well then Atri let's not mention what kind of man you are. If I gave you that information the entire city would be under siege and your men tend to have a hard time telling the difference between an innocent and a criminal. If I gave you that information you would use it to declare anyone you didn’t like a friend of the guild and slaughter half the town. You know since so many of them distrust you.” Then end of Blue’s sentence was punctuated by a slap from Atri. He takes it on the cheek, lowering his head in preparation for another attack. One doesn’t come through, Atri grabs him by the chin digging his fingers in the tender stinging flesh he just caused.
“I think it would be best to remember the position that you’re in Blue.”
Blue huffs, “You think I’m going to break over a couple of hits? Merchant women worried about breaking a nail hit harder than you.”
“I don’t have to rely on just physical pain, Blue.” Atri smirks. “I know you grew up on the streets but how long did you really go without a meal? Without water?” Blue turned his head away sickened by the idea of being starved. “From where I’m standing you are at my mercy to get you those things.” He then presses his hand over the bleeding bandage causing blood to seep out between his fingers and under his hand. Blue grits his teeth letting out a small groan trying to hold in a scream. He moves his legs to try and kick Atri away but he’s simply dodged. “You’re going to need treatment for this as well along with whatever else I decide to do with you,” He forces Blue to look at him, pressing their bodies together. “But it can all end. Hell, I’ll even let you out of here after the raid. You would be a hero after all. All you have to do is give me the entrances.”
“Go. To. Hell.” Blue gets out through gritted teeth, anger seeping out of his mouth mirroring the blood through Atri’s fingers.
“Fine.” Blue lets in a breath as Atri pulls his hand away from his chest. “I have some work to do but I can assure you that I will have no problems playing with you during my off time.” Atri frowns flicking blood off of his hand. Blue stands up straight to glare at Atri and the guards as they leave.
When they're gone a panic of being lost comes over Blue. He tries to fight it taking in deep breaths but his mind is spiraling down with panic. He doesn’t know what to do. From his perspective he was going to wither away for however many days it took for him to starve or dehydrate or get sick with infection. At the end of it he was going to die. If Cahir meant to kill him Blue wished that he had. For now he had enough resolve to tell Atri to go to hell. To think of his family, think of the town. He wasn’t sure what it was going to look like in two, three days time. He couldn’t imagine turning but what if…
That one what if scrambled his head for long enough that time seemed to pass. No windows, no natural lighting ment he had no idea how long it was since Atri had shown his ugly head. Cold stone had chilled Blue to the core and he was starting to lose feeling in his hands if he didn’t constantly try to rotate his wrists in his cuffs. Now though he was starting to get crushingly bored. Standing around arms tied to nothing to do. No one here to talk to. That was maddening. He tried to pass the time. Counting the bricks, reciting the rules of the guild in his head, reciting types of locks and how to pick them, reciting the few poems and songs he knew. Eventually, he was just left with his own thoughts, and unfortunately the thing his mind was focused on most was the things he least wanted to think about. Pain. The pain in his chest which had at least stopped bleeding leaving his chest a dried bloody mess. The pain in his shoulders and arms from having to be suspended for hours. The slow creeping pain in his stomach as hunger slowly descended. The pain every time he tried to lick his lips to create some saliva for his dry mouth which never came. The pain in his legs and feet for standing for so long. Every part of him wanted out of this predicament.
Hearing the door to the cell block open though wasn’t much of a saving grace. He stands at attention ready for Arti. The man walks up leaning against the bars. “Having fun?”
“Oh you bet,” Blue smirks, still trying to act like he has a fight in him. He really just wants to be left alone. It’s foreboding that the guard has his pike with him. Blue closes his eyes pressing the back of his head into the stone wall when Atri opens the door to his cell.
“You must really be having a fun time if you’re still not willing to tell me what I want to know.” Blue keeps his mouth shut. “Well then I guess I’ll just have to stick you a couple of times like the rat you are.” The boy braces himself against the wall for what he knows is coming as the sharp metal tip of the man’s pike presses up against his lower leg right under the kneecap. “Last chance.”
“No! Aghhhh…” As he shouts out it is turned into a gargled scream as the pike pushes through his leg straight into the bone. He cries out and wriths trying to get the Pike out of his leg but Arti keeps his grip firm. Blue’s writhing causes the Pike to slice and cut up his legs all around the puncture wound as he tries to fight it off.
“You’re doing more harm to yourself! Then I am!” Atri shouts over Blue’s screams of pain before a yank pulls out the spear. Blue goes limp trying his best to support himself with one leg. His long black hair has fallen into his face covering it but there is no hiding the sob that racks his body. More weight forced onto his shoulders and wrists.
Blue huffs out in anger after another sob, “Remy’s going to kill you.”
Arti laughs, “In case you hadn't heard or noticed your little guild master has gone and abandoned you. Left with no tabs on you or else he would have come already. You’re his favorite guild pet but I guess even that’s not enough.” Blue breathes out heavily in anger trying to think of a comeback but his mind is drawing a blank. “Okay, next chance.” The spear is put up against his forearm. He tries to twist away from the end of the pike trying to make sure it at least wouldn’t go through his arm but a quick shove on the end of the Pike sends it through delicate muscle and flesh. Blue lets out a gargling scream as he tries to kick and struggle in his bonds. Soon enough the pike is pulled out and Blue collapses placing all his weight on his shoulders. He tries to catch his breath but he doesn’t get a moment before the point of the pike is positioned right under his navel. Blue swallows in air, trembling for the next stab. “Really you haven’t had enough?”
Blue shakes his head sniffing, “I can’t. I can’t give you that information.”
“Can’t hmmm cause you can speak you know where it is. So it sounds more like won’t” With that the pike is shoved into the soft flesh under the man’s navel. He cries out but this time presses his back to the wall and braces himself. If he moves too much this time he is really going to hurt himself. He breathes heavily glaring at Atri. “It is still a can’t?” He taunts.
“Fuck off.”
Atri shuggs, “If you say so.” He sets the end of the spear down on the ground, the tip still in Blue, the movement causing him to throw his head back and grit his teeth so as not to scream. “I’ll see you in the morning. Probably should thank me, keeping it in will probably stop you from bleeding out.”
Blue quickly looks back at him in horror, “No! you can’t do this!”
“Oh I can.” Atri smirks, turning away and shutting the door to the cell.
“Please,” Blue beggs sobbing.
“No no you don’t want to tell me so I’m wasting my time here. I think I need to let you sleep on my offer.” The chained man hangs his head sobs racking his body. Atri smirked before turning away and heading back out of the cell block
Blue’s world was nothing but pain and shock. He couldn’t think clearly about what was going on just flinching away when the heavy iron door closed. His vision was blurred and spotty. He was drenched now in blood and sweet. He tries to lift himself off of the weight of his shoulders but he’s too weak and collapses back down again. This time into unconsciousness.
Blue drifts in and out of consciousness for… he doesn’t know how long. When he finally comes back too it is from an intense pain in his lower abdomen. He whimpers out before he curls up and screams out as the pike is pulled out of him. Causing dried blood and other stuff stuck to the blade to be pulled with it. “Stop!” He cries writhing under his bonds.
“Oh shut up,” His captor complains at him. Blue whimpers and squirms that being all he had the energy to do. He was coming on day two of no food or water. Along with hanging from his arms all night his shoulders had long separated from their socket. He sobbed as Atri approaches him and he shakes his head.
Atri chuckles, “Just a reminder that you can make all of this end at any time, Blue. Give me the guild entrance and I will be back with a hot meal, water, and a potion to close your wounds.” Blue shakes his head, still willing to suffer and probably die for the safety of the guild and town. Arti rolls his eyes at the defiance before he reaches down to his belt. “Well, don’t want you bleeding out quite yet.” He pulls off a cloth from his belt and a flask. He takes a swift drink from the flask, making blue realize how thirsty he was. His mouth was completely dry with no saliva in sight. His lips were cracked to the point of bleeding. He watches Arti with apprehension as he soaks the cloth with what was in the flask. Blue can smell the sharp burn of alcohol and he closes his eyes and grits his teeth in anticipation. Atri presses the cloth into the wound under his navel. Blue lets out a string of curses but he doesn’t fight it outside of tensing what he could. Atri takes his time slowly cleaning out the wound; it leaves the boy panting and crying though at this point tears were light. Soon enough Atri moves, pulling a roll of clean bandage cotton from his pocket and slowly wraps it around Blue’s lower abdomen. He then moves back inspecting his handiwork and the mess that he’s really made of the young man. Blue hangs his head wanting to slip back into the world of unconsciousness. He is desperately aware of the eyes on him though and shutters when Atri steps closer again. He screws his eyes shut just hoping that there wasn’t going to be any more pain today. He would rather just be left to wither away.
To his surprise he suddenly drops under his own weight as Arti releases his binds from the connection to the wall. He whimpers as he folds over on himself, collapsing in a heep on the stone floor at Atri’s feet. Atri just huffs looking down at him. Blue struggles to get himself into a less painful position but all of the strength has been taken out of him. A feeling of relief comes over him as footsteps walk away and as soon as the presence of Atri is gone he’s back to the land of unconsciousness.
He didn’t wake much in whatever time Atri was gone. A few minutes here and there nothing really long enough to process what had just happened to him. It isn’t until a long time has passed that he wakes slowly to the dark dungeon; there was no light; the only reason he’s able to see is his angelic heritage. He slowly moves trying to take count of the state of him. His arm was torn with sharp jagged scabbing on both sides of it. He is extremely lucky that he can still move all of his fingers with an injury that deep. His shoulders dislocated no doubt. The bandage on his chest was crusted with dried and smeared blood. Moving a hand over the spot though it felt burning hot likely meaning that it was infected. He put his hand down next to the wound on his stomach, surprised to find the cloth was mostly clear of blood seeping through it or at least from what he could feel. He hisses and moves his leg not really able to see it. It hurts but it feels like most of the damage was stopped by bone. His stomach was nothing but sharp pains of hunger and he wasn’t even sure he could open his mouth from how dry it was.
He readjusts himself to try and get some more natural sleep but that idea is quickly ruined by the sound of an iron door scraping stone. He moves, turning his head towards the cell door as Atri comes into view. He’s holding a tray in his hands. On it was a tall mug, a bowl with a half of a loaf of bread next to it, and a red liquid trapped in a potion bottle. Blue’s heart skips a beat at the idea of water and food. He whimpers moving closer to the door when Atri enters with the tray. The bowl likely held soup as Blue could smell meat and onion’]. Atri smirks looking down at him, “You want some of this?” He makes a move dragging in one of the wooden watch chairs from outside of the cell to the inside of it. Blue doesn’t move his pleading look of want turning to a glare of hatred. He knew what Atri was trying to do.
“Fuck… you.” Atri clicked his tongue as he sat down placing the tray into his lap.
“Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to-” He’s cut off by the doors down to the cell block opening again.
“Captain Atri!”
“I am busy!” He shouts at the lackey.
“I understand sir but there are a couple of people who are here demanding to see you.”
Atri scowled, “Fine.” He gets up, placing the tray in the chair before he leaves the cell open.
Blue whimpers as he tries to get his body to cooperate. He needs to move, he needs to get out of here with the one chance. Or even with the chance to get something off that tray. He’s just too weak; he can't get up with one good leg. He drops his head back down on the stone resigned to his fate. He counts as time passes of how long Atri was gone. How long he could have been out of here if he had any strength left. He loses count long before Atri comes back following behind him are a man and woman. The man is dressed in Clerical vestments, white accented with red and gold. The women had this polished gold platemail with white and red fabric draped along it. Both of them had the symbol of a sword with a sun halo for the hilt. Blue recognized the symbol as that of the church of Iomedae. The goddess of justice. He trembled, not sure if they were friend or foe. He didn’t want to find out which. The woman stops just short of the cell entrance after Atri enters. “He’s not exactly what we expected.”
“I don’t know what to tell you,” Atri was clearly frustrated and annoyed no longer having that malicious glee underlining his voice. The priest brushes past both of them.
“There is only one way to be sure.” Blue shuffles his feet against the ground trying to get away as the man approaches.
He kneels, “I’m not going to hurt you son.” Blue doesn’t trust that for a minute as the man reaches out a hand towards his forehead but he can not get away in his current state. “My name is Father Armatus.” Blue closes his eyes tight as the man presses the palm of his hand into his forehead. His hand is simultaneously hot and cold to the touch as a bright light radiates from it.
After a moment the hand is pulled back and he glances back towards the woman and nods. “He’s ours.” Blue looks at him with tired but still confused and scared eyes. The Father moves his hands and soothes over his knee the feeling of warm water rushing over his leg gives relief to the pain. He knows the feeling of healing magic and he sucks in a breath of relief. “I’m from the church of Iomedae. We had heard of an unclaimed aasimar here and had to be sure that you did not belong to us. Which for your luck you do.” Blue wasn’t sure what to say, his head swimming with thoughts. He had never known his angelic origin but that seemed to pale in comparison to the idea that this might be his way out. But he was exhausted, his face just giving away to confusion. The Father frowns. “Did you not know, son?” Blue shakes his head certain that if moisture had not been kept from his body he would probably be crying. Armatus nods calmly in response to that as he moves to his shoulders. “Sister, will you help me?” The woman moves over and follows the Father’s motions to get to the other side of him. The Father carefully runs his fingers through the boy’s matted hair. “I’m sorry this is going to hurt but before we take you out of here I would like to deal with the wounds that will make it hard to move.” Blue nods, relaxing into the hand, disappointed when it’s removed. The sister holds him down, careful of his bandages as the Father takes Blue’s arm and pulls it straight, rotating it out then up while pushing down. The boy squirms and cries as it’s done, finally giving a scream as his shoulder is replaced with a pop. “You’re doing great,” The Father reassures as this time he places his weight into holding down Blue and the Sister grabs his arm on the other side. She performs the same action though a lot swifter than the Father. Blue writhes even after he’s let go as pain throbs and radiates from his two shoulders. He lets out a dry sob turning onto his side and trying to cover his face with his arms. The Father softly rubs his back, shushing him but letting him get it out of his system.
When he’s finally calm, his arm is touched and he moves it away slightly to look up at the Father who is holding a water skin in his hands. Blue desperately moves to get up, glad to find the Sister supporting him up. He leans forward and with the two’s help he manages to drink down nearly all of the water skin. He’s never felt so refreshed as cool water wets his lips, mouth, and throat. “Thank you,” he breathes out when done and he’s given a nod.
“Alright let’s get you up,” The Father moves to stand and the Sister does as well she picks up the thin man with her. Blue stumbles under his weight even without the pain in his leg but he’s caught and finds pretty much all of his weight being supported by the sister. His head lulls as the sudden motion up causes his head to spin. He shakes his head trying to come back to attention. He finds himself unsuccessful in keeping awake and passes out.
So I know there is plenty of people in this community who don't like healing magic. Not knocking it I get it but for you consideration:
A whumper with healing magic who heals the whumpee just to torture them again and again so the whumpee doesn't die or pass out. It also being a huge power move for whumpee to know that whumper really does get to choose if they live or die.
