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@muscleandmaw
Rules
Roak takes time to open up to other characters, he might not be your character's best friend right away.
Roak is Abrasive, he can be a real jerk and not apologize for it. Please don't take anything he says personally.
Swearing, Gore, Alcoholism and Dark themes may be present. Interact at your own risk!
Send 'Buy you a drink?' To show you've read my rules.
I am a SELECTIVE Shipper, Roak dates very casually, but I'm a bit more choosy.
Vorish themes may apply
The circus announced itself the way these places always did — with the smell of burnt sugar and sawdust, and music pitched a half-step too bright. The kind of cheer that worked very hard at being cheer. Valeyar Koschei stopped where the grass gave out to trodden dirt and rested the umbrella's tip against the ground. He didn't lean on it. He only held it, the way some people hold a railing on a bridge they're not sure about.
He had known two kinds of circus, and it had been a long life, so that was saying something.
There were the good ones, with tallow-smoke and a girl on a high wire who didn't need a net and didn't want one, and a clown who had once made him laugh so hard that for one whole and holy minute he forgot every terrible thing he knew. He still had the ticket stub from that night, somewhere.
And then there were the other kind.
He wondered which this was. He then fixed his collar, slung the umbrella over one shoulder, and walked in under the banner wearing the loose, ambling ease of someone thoroughly lost and not the least bit bothered about it.
"Hello. Lovely evening for a show, don't you think?" He said warmly to the first figure the light handed him. "I wonder if you could point me toward whoever handles lost property. Only I've mislaid something fairly large. Goes by Roak — about so high, scowls like it's a competition, hasn't been seen in longer than I care to count." He smiled a Cheshire grin. "I've been ever so patient about finding him. Oh yes."
Candice looks at him. Her body muscles made it look like she was a strong woman, where she was supposed to be able lift over a thousand pounds.
“Uh we don’t have proper lost and found everything goes to the owners and they keep it till the owners come back for it” She pointed to a large yet smaller tent with the word ringmasters
She stared at him for a while before whispering “be careful, they don’t like giving people up” With that she walks away and back into the tent to preform
Word soon spread fairly quickly through the circus about the newcomer, nothing stayed secret for long amongst the outcast performers.
Roak was only mildly interested when he heard of the newcomer, he had enough to deal with, maintaining his friendship with Candice and making sure Grim got at least one meal a day.
He was helping restring one of the tents, his muscles bunching as he swung a hammer into the spikes that held the tent in place, he hardly even looked up as the newcomer approached him.
"If your looking for the mess tent, it's over there." Roak stated, swinging the hammer into the stakes once more.
There was no flicker of recognition in his eyes.
The face turned his way, gave him a signpost's worth of notice, and went back to the work.
Koschei knew that face. Knew it in every light there was, every weather it kept — and just now it held not one grain of him.
Everything that had been running easy in him all afternoon — the loose shoulders, the mouth already half into its next pleasantry — stopped. It settled behind his ribs instead, small and cold, like swallowing something that hadn't warmed on the way down. For once he had nothing he wanted to say.
And there it was, laid within reach: the old thing. He could give it back. He knew the way of it without thinking — reach in, set the pieces where they belonged, watch Roak look up and find him again. The wanting moved before he could name it, quick and warm and shaped exactly like every kindness he had ever pressed on someone who never asked for one.
His hand had started to lift. He drew it behind his back, to where the umbrella waited, and held on to that instead.
"Ta for that." He said lightly and mannerly. "I'd have wandered in circles otherwise. It's a talent of mine."
He turned back to the half-strung canvas and looked it over with plain, unhurried interest. "That's a fair lot of tent for one set of hands." The umbrella came off his shoulder; its point settled in the dirt. "If I am to learn the place, I'd sooner learn it holding the far end of a rope than wandering off after my supper."
Roak blinked at that, "I don't need help." He said, a bit defensively, "But if you wanna learn the ropes, be my guest."
Roak didn't like this stranger. Something in his voice made him feel....hollow? Empty? Like he'd once held something very precious in his hands only to drop it and see it shatter.
But the impression was fleeting, and Roak brushed it off as depression due to his lack of anything to drink.
"You got a name?" Roak asked, "Call me Roak."
in need -Milo
"Shit!"
Roak reached out to catch Milo before he fell, picking him up and carrying him into the bedroom, setting him down on the bed.
"Milo, wake up. C'mon, stay with me!" Roak slapped his face lightly, trying to get him to stay conscious.
He mumbled something and turn his head away.
"What's going on...MILO!" Jess gasp once she saw Milo in bed. She rushes to Roak's side. "What happened to him?!"
"I don't know!" Roak exclaimed, "He was just on the doorstep like this!"
But he had his suspicions.
"Run to Vendel, see if he's got any of that, what's it called, heartstone tonic! Milo needs it!"
Jess notice Milo was covered in bruises, cuts, blood, and other things she doesn't want to think of.
Before she went to left, Milo grab Jess' arm. "Jess...."
"Brother? What happened?"
Milo sighs. "I had a bad day at work."
"What do you mean?" Jess voice is shaking.
"Milo...." Roak said quietly, shocked that the troll was considering confessing. He went to grab put some metal on to melt so they could scald Milo's cuts.
"It means." He sighs. "I've been working in a illegal brothel."
"What?" Jess whispers. "Why?"
"I need coins, to publish my novel."
"Why don't you come to us?"
Milo scoffs. "I was alone Jess. You were off with Bular. Mother ran away. Hugo and Sasha moved out of Trollmarket. And I don't want to bother uncle Blinky and Aaarrrgghh. I needed the coins." Tears form in his eyes. "I needed to be successful. For father. For me."
"Oh Milo...." She looks hurt, feeling so bad for Milo.
"Alright," Roak said quietly, "Let's scald those wounds."
He wanted to comfort Jess, but Milo needed help.
Wordlessly, Roak began to pour the hot metal into the cuts, sealing them until the stone could heal.
HE set a hand briefly on Milo's shoulder, just to let him know he wasn't alone.
in need -Milo
"Shit!"
Roak reached out to catch Milo before he fell, picking him up and carrying him into the bedroom, setting him down on the bed.
"Milo, wake up. C'mon, stay with me!" Roak slapped his face lightly, trying to get him to stay conscious.
He mumbled something and turn his head away.
"What's going on...MILO!" Jess gasp once she saw Milo in bed. She rushes to Roak's side. "What happened to him?!"
"I don't know!" Roak exclaimed, "He was just on the doorstep like this!"
But he had his suspicions.
"Run to Vendel, see if he's got any of that, what's it called, heartstone tonic! Milo needs it!"
Jess notice Milo was covered in bruises, cuts, blood, and other things she doesn't want to think of.
Before she went to left, Milo grab Jess' arm. "Jess...."
"Brother? What happened?"
Milo sighs. "I had a bad day at work."
"What do you mean?" Jess voice is shaking.
"Milo...." Roak said quietly, shocked that the troll was considering confessing. He went to grab put some metal on to melt so they could scald Milo's cuts.
Candice was currently gorging herself. Her skin was peeling and she was more emotional. She was shoving a whole sandwich down her throat and has 3 more on her plate.
Roak sat down across from her with his own pile of sandwhiches. He stared for a moment.
"Do I even wanna know what's going on with you?"
Roak grabbed the scrubbing thing, a little confused as to why she kept her shower things in a drawer, but with a shrug, he leaned over her and began to scrape at her loose skin.
His skilled claws pricked over her hide, tearing the strips off.
"So what's your species called again? I know you told me but I can't remember."
“Iluzn, we are mainly a water species, the reason now that me and my be shed skin so much is because we are technically fish out of water. We can breathe oxygen just fine but there is not enough water in the air for us”
"Why don't they incorperate water into your act? Like a big aquarium." Roak asked, "Doesn't this place give a shit about any of its workers? Did you know they don't even feed Grim?"
“Wait they don’t feed grim? Is that why his arms look so thin? Because I saw what he looked like when he first got here and he was much chubbier”
Candice sighs as she looks down at her shorts, she leaves them be. “Maybe that’s why he sometimes bites people during lunch”
"Yeah he wasn't eating until recently." Roak didn't mention he was the reason Grim was finally eating. He made sure the guy didn't go hungry.
"That hurt?" he asked, working on a particularly thick strip down her back.
“No wonder why he is so crazed, but no it didn’t hurt, it felt good.” On her back was rows of small spikes, they weren’t exactly sharp but they could poke.
“Does your species go through anything like this?”
"We have heat cycles, we get all sweaty and gross, but that's pretty much it." Roak admitted. He continued to scrub until every bit of loose skin was off, aside from the parts covered by her shorts and the area around her breasts.
She rolled her shoulders around, making a sigh of relief, she picked at her face and took the loose skin that was on her face off, dropping it into the trash can. “How often does your species go into heat?”
"Just happens sometimes. I don't think there's a specific cycle, I'm hoping the medicine Grim gave me will keep it away. I become kind of a douche when I'm in heat."
He stood back up dropping the loofah back in the drawer.
“How much more of a douche can you be if you are already one?” Candice made a sarcastic joke, she was chuckling as she lifted her legs a bit. She closed the drawer before laying her head down flat.
"Ow," Said Roak, then, "Well, I guess that's fair. But do you gotta be so blunt about it?"
He rubbed the back of his head.
"Should I get out of here?"
“Nah you can stay, don’t listen to a word my brother says alright? If he comes in here”
"Alright." Roak looked around, wondering what else she wanted to do. "So, do you have any games?"
“Ooo yes I few games in bottom drawer,” she pointed before reaching down to grab her shirt. Pulling it back on her body.
He took out one of the games.
"Until Dawn. This one any good?" he asked, lifting the horror game.
“I just bought that one, never played it yet, it’s not multiplayer but I heard it’s a good game” she sat fully up. Scooting to the edge of her bed, she turned on the computer she had. “This computer was made to have single player games so that will work”
"It's gonna be boring for you if I'm the only one playing!" Roak protested, though he was curious about the game.
in need -Milo
"Shit!"
Roak reached out to catch Milo before he fell, picking him up and carrying him into the bedroom, setting him down on the bed.
"Milo, wake up. C'mon, stay with me!" Roak slapped his face lightly, trying to get him to stay conscious.
He mumbled something and turn his head away.
"What's going on...MILO!" Jess gasp once she saw Milo in bed. She rushes to Roak's side. "What happened to him?!"
"I don't know!" Roak exclaimed, "He was just on the doorstep like this!"
But he had his suspicions.
"Run to Vendel, see if he's got any of that, what's it called, heartstone tonic! Milo needs it!"
Candice was currently gorging herself. Her skin was peeling and she was more emotional. She was shoving a whole sandwich down her throat and has 3 more on her plate.
Roak sat down across from her with his own pile of sandwhiches. He stared for a moment.
"Do I even wanna know what's going on with you?"
Roak grabbed the scrubbing thing, a little confused as to why she kept her shower things in a drawer, but with a shrug, he leaned over her and began to scrape at her loose skin.
His skilled claws pricked over her hide, tearing the strips off.
"So what's your species called again? I know you told me but I can't remember."
“Iluzn, we are mainly a water species, the reason now that me and my be shed skin so much is because we are technically fish out of water. We can breathe oxygen just fine but there is not enough water in the air for us”
"Why don't they incorperate water into your act? Like a big aquarium." Roak asked, "Doesn't this place give a shit about any of its workers? Did you know they don't even feed Grim?"
“Wait they don’t feed grim? Is that why his arms look so thin? Because I saw what he looked like when he first got here and he was much chubbier”
Candice sighs as she looks down at her shorts, she leaves them be. “Maybe that’s why he sometimes bites people during lunch”
"Yeah he wasn't eating until recently." Roak didn't mention he was the reason Grim was finally eating. He made sure the guy didn't go hungry.
"That hurt?" he asked, working on a particularly thick strip down her back.
“No wonder why he is so crazed, but no it didn’t hurt, it felt good.” On her back was rows of small spikes, they weren’t exactly sharp but they could poke.
“Does your species go through anything like this?”
"We have heat cycles, we get all sweaty and gross, but that's pretty much it." Roak admitted. He continued to scrub until every bit of loose skin was off, aside from the parts covered by her shorts and the area around her breasts.
She rolled her shoulders around, making a sigh of relief, she picked at her face and took the loose skin that was on her face off, dropping it into the trash can. “How often does your species go into heat?”
"Just happens sometimes. I don't think there's a specific cycle, I'm hoping the medicine Grim gave me will keep it away. I become kind of a douche when I'm in heat."
He stood back up dropping the loofah back in the drawer.
“How much more of a douche can you be if you are already one?” Candice made a sarcastic joke, she was chuckling as she lifted her legs a bit. She closed the drawer before laying her head down flat.
"Ow," Said Roak, then, "Well, I guess that's fair. But do you gotta be so blunt about it?"
He rubbed the back of his head.
"Should I get out of here?"
“Nah you can stay, don’t listen to a word my brother says alright? If he comes in here”
"Alright." Roak looked around, wondering what else she wanted to do. "So, do you have any games?"
“Ooo yes I few games in bottom drawer,” she pointed before reaching down to grab her shirt. Pulling it back on her body.
He took out one of the games.
"Until Dawn. This one any good?" he asked, lifting the horror game.
in need -Milo
"Shit!"
Roak reached out to catch Milo before he fell, picking him up and carrying him into the bedroom, setting him down on the bed.
"Milo, wake up. C'mon, stay with me!" Roak slapped his face lightly, trying to get him to stay conscious.
Candice was currently gorging herself. Her skin was peeling and she was more emotional. She was shoving a whole sandwich down her throat and has 3 more on her plate.
Roak sat down across from her with his own pile of sandwhiches. He stared for a moment.
"Do I even wanna know what's going on with you?"
Roak grabbed the scrubbing thing, a little confused as to why she kept her shower things in a drawer, but with a shrug, he leaned over her and began to scrape at her loose skin.
His skilled claws pricked over her hide, tearing the strips off.
"So what's your species called again? I know you told me but I can't remember."
“Iluzn, we are mainly a water species, the reason now that me and my be shed skin so much is because we are technically fish out of water. We can breathe oxygen just fine but there is not enough water in the air for us”
"Why don't they incorperate water into your act? Like a big aquarium." Roak asked, "Doesn't this place give a shit about any of its workers? Did you know they don't even feed Grim?"
“Wait they don’t feed grim? Is that why his arms look so thin? Because I saw what he looked like when he first got here and he was much chubbier”
Candice sighs as she looks down at her shorts, she leaves them be. “Maybe that’s why he sometimes bites people during lunch”
"Yeah he wasn't eating until recently." Roak didn't mention he was the reason Grim was finally eating. He made sure the guy didn't go hungry.
"That hurt?" he asked, working on a particularly thick strip down her back.
“No wonder why he is so crazed, but no it didn’t hurt, it felt good.” On her back was rows of small spikes, they weren’t exactly sharp but they could poke.
“Does your species go through anything like this?”
"We have heat cycles, we get all sweaty and gross, but that's pretty much it." Roak admitted. He continued to scrub until every bit of loose skin was off, aside from the parts covered by her shorts and the area around her breasts.
She rolled her shoulders around, making a sigh of relief, she picked at her face and took the loose skin that was on her face off, dropping it into the trash can. “How often does your species go into heat?”
"Just happens sometimes. I don't think there's a specific cycle, I'm hoping the medicine Grim gave me will keep it away. I become kind of a douche when I'm in heat."
He stood back up dropping the loofah back in the drawer.
“How much more of a douche can you be if you are already one?” Candice made a sarcastic joke, she was chuckling as she lifted her legs a bit. She closed the drawer before laying her head down flat.
"Ow," Said Roak, then, "Well, I guess that's fair. But do you gotta be so blunt about it?"
He rubbed the back of his head.
"Should I get out of here?"
“Nah you can stay, don’t listen to a word my brother says alright? If he comes in here”
"Alright." Roak looked around, wondering what else she wanted to do. "So, do you have any games?"
‘ need reverse ‘ -for Roak
your muse has just arrived on my muse’s doorstep, disheveled, cold, hungry, and in need of help… send ‘ in need ‘ for my muse’s reaction to opening their door and seeing your muse in that state. send me ‘ need reverse ‘ for the roles to be reversed
@muscleandmaw
She was too exhausted, too weak, too stricken with pain to feel embarrassed being at Roak's ship in this state. Covered in mud, something's blood, and a sword that wasn't hers locked in a death grip in her right hand. Barely able to breathe straight without breaking down crying again, she made it to Roak's door and gave a feeble knock.
Mal listened and answered his questions, shaking her head and saying "no" to any buzzings in the ears. She didn't feel dizzy now that she was sitting. She was starting to feel sleepy now.
As Roak handed her the flask, a quick sniff made her recoil a little. Alcohol, strong stuff too. She couldn't plug her nose, so she took in a deep breath and held it as she took a couple of long gulps from the flask. After swallowing, she gave some harsh coughs from the burning sensation in her throat. It would pass, what mattered was that she was following instructions. Roak was helping, knew what he was doing, and there was a lot of comfort in that.
"Ready for the stitch gun." she said once she was done coughing. "Sounds like we could use a thing like that on Earth. Sounds cool."
Roak worked quickly, the staples stung a bit, but not as badly as she'd anticipated.
"You really are tough." Roak said, "Got a bleedin' heart, but your tough."
He drew back, then sighed.
"We can't get your wrapping wet. Think I got a bucket under the sink. We'll get you clean."
A few moments later, he had a bucket full of hot, soapy water and a clean sponge. He began to wash the mud from her face and hair, using a clean washcloth.
"Gotta be tough." Mal chuckled through the treatment. Being stapled did hurt, but not as much as being bitten in the side. She was also feeling more stable, not breathing so hard or feeling too sleepy.
Once he got the bucket out and helped to clean her, she thought about protesting. Now that she wasn't bleeding anymore, she could use his shower to clean off. Then again, in her mental state, she'd probably leave the water running all night again and he didn't deserve that.
She closed her eyes, feeling the water rush over her face and started leaning into his hand. Her muscles started to relax and she was finally able to release her grip on the sword, letting it clamor to the ground unceremoniously.
Roak followed the sword with his eyes before looking back to Mal.
"Think your dog would be okay if you spent the night? He got food and water?"
Roak didn't like the idea of Mal driving in this condition. There was still a heck of a lot of adrenaline going sour in her veins, he expected her to be exhausted after such fight or flight.
"Yeah, Troy will be alright." Mal nodded slightly in agreement. "Thanks. I'm really tired."
She managed a soft smile, realizing she was so tired she couldn't even open her eyes.
"You're a good guy, Roak. Even better friend. Thank you."
"Yeah, yeah." Roak grumbled, a faint flush coloring his cheeks at her praise. He grabbed one of the pillows off the bed. They'd slept together a few times, but he wasn't sure she'd want company after such an intense night. He nudged the sword with his foot, then picked it up and leaned it up against the wall.
He was going to let her have the bed again? He really was too nice for his own good.
"C'mere?" she invited, making room on the bed and patting it softly. She was the one who woke him up in the middle of the night, he deserved to come back to sleep in his own bed.
"Yeah," Roak said slowly, "Alright."
He climbed back into the bed, settling against the pillows and tucking the blanket over her.
"Thanks, Mal." He said softly, thankful he wasn't gonna have to sleep on the floor.
"It's your bed." Mal insisted, snuggling closer into his chest and resting her head near the crook of his neck. "I'd never kick you out of your bed. Thank you for sharing it with me."
She closed her eyes and started to relax. She was safe and healing. It had been a while since she had felt this safe with someone.
Roak placed his arm around her.
If anything were to try and get to her, it'd have go through him first.
It wasn't long before he drifted off back to sleep, his body warm against hers.
Candice was currently gorging herself. Her skin was peeling and she was more emotional. She was shoving a whole sandwich down her throat and has 3 more on her plate.
Roak sat down across from her with his own pile of sandwhiches. He stared for a moment.
"Do I even wanna know what's going on with you?"
Roak grabbed the scrubbing thing, a little confused as to why she kept her shower things in a drawer, but with a shrug, he leaned over her and began to scrape at her loose skin.
His skilled claws pricked over her hide, tearing the strips off.
"So what's your species called again? I know you told me but I can't remember."
“Iluzn, we are mainly a water species, the reason now that me and my be shed skin so much is because we are technically fish out of water. We can breathe oxygen just fine but there is not enough water in the air for us”
"Why don't they incorperate water into your act? Like a big aquarium." Roak asked, "Doesn't this place give a shit about any of its workers? Did you know they don't even feed Grim?"
“Wait they don’t feed grim? Is that why his arms look so thin? Because I saw what he looked like when he first got here and he was much chubbier”
Candice sighs as she looks down at her shorts, she leaves them be. “Maybe that’s why he sometimes bites people during lunch”
"Yeah he wasn't eating until recently." Roak didn't mention he was the reason Grim was finally eating. He made sure the guy didn't go hungry.
"That hurt?" he asked, working on a particularly thick strip down her back.
“No wonder why he is so crazed, but no it didn’t hurt, it felt good.” On her back was rows of small spikes, they weren’t exactly sharp but they could poke.
“Does your species go through anything like this?”
"We have heat cycles, we get all sweaty and gross, but that's pretty much it." Roak admitted. He continued to scrub until every bit of loose skin was off, aside from the parts covered by her shorts and the area around her breasts.
She rolled her shoulders around, making a sigh of relief, she picked at her face and took the loose skin that was on her face off, dropping it into the trash can. “How often does your species go into heat?”
"Just happens sometimes. I don't think there's a specific cycle, I'm hoping the medicine Grim gave me will keep it away. I become kind of a douche when I'm in heat."
He stood back up dropping the loofah back in the drawer.
“How much more of a douche can you be if you are already one?” Candice made a sarcastic joke, she was chuckling as she lifted her legs a bit. She closed the drawer before laying her head down flat.
"Ow," Said Roak, then, "Well, I guess that's fair. But do you gotta be so blunt about it?"
He rubbed the back of his head.
"Should I get out of here?"
Made for Each Other (1939, dir. John Cromwell)
The circus announced itself the way these places always did — with the smell of burnt sugar and sawdust, and music pitched a half-step too bright. The kind of cheer that worked very hard at being cheer. Valeyar Koschei stopped where the grass gave out to trodden dirt and rested the umbrella's tip against the ground. He didn't lean on it. He only held it, the way some people hold a railing on a bridge they're not sure about.
He had known two kinds of circus, and it had been a long life, so that was saying something.
There were the good ones, with tallow-smoke and a girl on a high wire who didn't need a net and didn't want one, and a clown who had once made him laugh so hard that for one whole and holy minute he forgot every terrible thing he knew. He still had the ticket stub from that night, somewhere.
And then there were the other kind.
He wondered which this was. He then fixed his collar, slung the umbrella over one shoulder, and walked in under the banner wearing the loose, ambling ease of someone thoroughly lost and not the least bit bothered about it.
"Hello. Lovely evening for a show, don't you think?" He said warmly to the first figure the light handed him. "I wonder if you could point me toward whoever handles lost property. Only I've mislaid something fairly large. Goes by Roak — about so high, scowls like it's a competition, hasn't been seen in longer than I care to count." He smiled a Cheshire grin. "I've been ever so patient about finding him. Oh yes."
Candice looks at him. Her body muscles made it look like she was a strong woman, where she was supposed to be able lift over a thousand pounds.
“Uh we don’t have proper lost and found everything goes to the owners and they keep it till the owners come back for it” She pointed to a large yet smaller tent with the word ringmasters
She stared at him for a while before whispering “be careful, they don’t like giving people up” With that she walks away and back into the tent to preform
Word soon spread fairly quickly through the circus about the newcomer, nothing stayed secret for long amongst the outcast performers.
Roak was only mildly interested when he heard of the newcomer, he had enough to deal with, maintaining his friendship with Candice and making sure Grim got at least one meal a day.
He was helping restring one of the tents, his muscles bunching as he swung a hammer into the spikes that held the tent in place, he hardly even looked up as the newcomer approached him.
"If your looking for the mess tent, it's over there." Roak stated, swinging the hammer into the stakes once more.
There was no flicker of recognition in his eyes.
‘ need reverse ‘ -for Roak
your muse has just arrived on my muse’s doorstep, disheveled, cold, hungry, and in need of help… send ‘ in need ‘ for my muse’s reaction to opening their door and seeing your muse in that state. send me ‘ need reverse ‘ for the roles to be reversed
@muscleandmaw
She was too exhausted, too weak, too stricken with pain to feel embarrassed being at Roak's ship in this state. Covered in mud, something's blood, and a sword that wasn't hers locked in a death grip in her right hand. Barely able to breathe straight without breaking down crying again, she made it to Roak's door and gave a feeble knock.
Mal listened and answered his questions, shaking her head and saying "no" to any buzzings in the ears. She didn't feel dizzy now that she was sitting. She was starting to feel sleepy now.
As Roak handed her the flask, a quick sniff made her recoil a little. Alcohol, strong stuff too. She couldn't plug her nose, so she took in a deep breath and held it as she took a couple of long gulps from the flask. After swallowing, she gave some harsh coughs from the burning sensation in her throat. It would pass, what mattered was that she was following instructions. Roak was helping, knew what he was doing, and there was a lot of comfort in that.
"Ready for the stitch gun." she said once she was done coughing. "Sounds like we could use a thing like that on Earth. Sounds cool."
Roak worked quickly, the staples stung a bit, but not as badly as she'd anticipated.
"You really are tough." Roak said, "Got a bleedin' heart, but your tough."
He drew back, then sighed.
"We can't get your wrapping wet. Think I got a bucket under the sink. We'll get you clean."
A few moments later, he had a bucket full of hot, soapy water and a clean sponge. He began to wash the mud from her face and hair, using a clean washcloth.
"Gotta be tough." Mal chuckled through the treatment. Being stapled did hurt, but not as much as being bitten in the side. She was also feeling more stable, not breathing so hard or feeling too sleepy.
Once he got the bucket out and helped to clean her, she thought about protesting. Now that she wasn't bleeding anymore, she could use his shower to clean off. Then again, in her mental state, she'd probably leave the water running all night again and he didn't deserve that.
She closed her eyes, feeling the water rush over her face and started leaning into his hand. Her muscles started to relax and she was finally able to release her grip on the sword, letting it clamor to the ground unceremoniously.
Roak followed the sword with his eyes before looking back to Mal.
"Think your dog would be okay if you spent the night? He got food and water?"
Roak didn't like the idea of Mal driving in this condition. There was still a heck of a lot of adrenaline going sour in her veins, he expected her to be exhausted after such fight or flight.
"Yeah, Troy will be alright." Mal nodded slightly in agreement. "Thanks. I'm really tired."
She managed a soft smile, realizing she was so tired she couldn't even open her eyes.
"You're a good guy, Roak. Even better friend. Thank you."
"Yeah, yeah." Roak grumbled, a faint flush coloring his cheeks at her praise. He grabbed one of the pillows off the bed. They'd slept together a few times, but he wasn't sure she'd want company after such an intense night. He nudged the sword with his foot, then picked it up and leaned it up against the wall.
He was going to let her have the bed again? He really was too nice for his own good.
"C'mere?" she invited, making room on the bed and patting it softly. She was the one who woke him up in the middle of the night, he deserved to come back to sleep in his own bed.
"Yeah," Roak said slowly, "Alright."
He climbed back into the bed, settling against the pillows and tucking the blanket over her.
"Thanks, Mal." He said softly, thankful he wasn't gonna have to sleep on the floor.
🍮 vanilla latte – what’s something sweet about them?
"Sweet ain't really my thing. I guess I'll say I like to make sure my sex partners are really into it? Like to check in on em."
🍪 cookies & cream frappuccino
🍪 cookies & cream frappuccino – what brings them comfort?
"....I mean other than drinks? I guess a hot meal would do the trick."
❄️ frappuccino
❄️ frappuccino – how do they act when they’re trying to impress someone?
"If I'm trying to impress someone I keep my goddamn mouth shut and let my actions speak for me."
