bash-adams:
the aftermath of the earthquake had left sebastian rather restless. he tended to be more of a glass half-full type of person rather than empty, but when disaster struck it was slightly more difficult to remain bubbly and positive. people were grieving. injured. scared. and what could bash do to help? not much, but goddammit, he’d find a way to do something. so here he was, attempting to seal up one of the windows, touch it up with paint, make it look nice and pristine. alas, he was much better with a pencil than the hands on work.
giving the clumsiest person in the world a hand on job was certainly a recipe for disaster. that much would be obvious to anyone that knew him and perhaps even more so to the person that had to witness him stumbling over a paint can and making a tragic fall to the floor. “oh, ugh. no, no, no,” muttered from his lips as the trouble seemed to only continue as the paint drenched over the concret. dark hues flickered by the nearby person before scrambling onto his feet.
“please tell me nothing got on you. i’m so sorry – are you okay? it’s a mess here. practical warzone, i say,” @faerunestarters
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After the unexpected and tragic earthquake that had struck the Faewild, things had been chaos at the hospital. She’d thankfully been spared any injuries, but many hadn’t been as lucky. The wards had been flooded with cuts, lacerations, head injuries and many other horrible wounds not long after. She’d been called in rather quickly in order to help with the sudden influx of patients and had just finished up another long shift and was on her way home for the day.
There was some construction and work being done with a building she passed and she wasn’t paying it any mind until someone slipped right in her path, pummeling to the ground. The can of paint he’d been working with flew up into the air, effectively splattering multiple drops of paint unto her skirt and blouse. A startled gasp left her lips as she froze, in slight disbelief about her luck. ‘’Shiit...’’ she uttered, glancing down at her clothing.
She found her composure as she heard the frantic apologies of the painter and quickly shook it off. ‘’No-no, it’s.... it’s okay. It’s just paint, whatever.’’ she uttered, absentmindedly wiping at a droplet and frowning as the stain got larger. Something she should have expected. ‘’Anyway, you’re the one that almost bashed their head in on that fall. I should be asking you if you’re okay.’’ she continued, looking up at the other, before a tinge of recognition crossed her features. ‘’Oh--- hey. Uhh.. Sebastian right?’’ she questioned, recognizing the face as one of her seniors during her college years. Not just that, he’d been a resident at the hospital for a bit when she’d been just an intern. ‘’Or Bash was it?’’
