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🌸 / @faebhaal
Send a '🌸' for my muse's reaction to yours putting a flower in their hair.
"You know--you didn't really strike me as the type to enjoy braiding people's hair." he admitted.
It was a nice gesture regardless. He quite liked it when people played with his, even though he wouldn't outright ask anyone too. It was relaxing.
❝ i am not letting you face one of those things alone. ❞ / @faebhaal
"Well I certainly hope not. I have little interest in playing the hero today."
“He looks miserable, poor soul.“ / @faebhaal
"Yes well that's what happens when a hunter sets a trap and abandons their prey." he commented. "poor creature, I wonder if they ever intended to return for them."
Whether they did or not mattered very little to the elf. He intended on setting the injured creature free. The snare had missed the rabbit's neck and so hadn't strangled it, but it had caught itself around it's leg. The rabbit had been frightened by the trap and tried to chew it off, taking some of its own flesh with it as a result.
Pulling a knife from his belt he freed the rabbit and begun healing the wound, mending chewed tendons back together and closing the affected area.
"There," he said, raising his hands from the small creature. "All better, try to be more careful next time."
And suddenly, far too early as the sun rises during the morning, Ithaca comes running toward the guard as she spots him in a dimly lit corridor. Before he, likely, knows it, she's slammed ( elbow first ) into his stomach. She rebounds and, assumingly, hits the floor. "You are a wall of a man!"
Gareth’s immediate reaction is to reach for his sword; because what else is a guard to do when slammed into by someone in the early hours of the morning? But then he recognises the voice and lowers his hand. “Aye.” There’s no disputing that fact, especially not when it’s one he’s proud of. He blinked down at her. “What was that for anyway?”
@allurcx liked for a Valentine’s Day starter
Richard nervously fidgeted with his ring for a long moment before finally getting up the courage to rap on the door. If he didn’t say anything now, he might never. “Ithie? Do you have a moment?”
PECK ( I'm laughing because in the movie 'Willow' peck is a derogatory word for one of the races ... God I love that movie. )
Send “Peck” for a reaction from my muse when yours give them a kiss on the cheek.
Gareth blinked, a little stunned at the sudden kiss on the cheek. He looked down at Ithaca. “What was that for?”
The words and his voice were, as always, gruff as ever; but the small smile of surprise that flickered at the corner of his lips before vanishing softened them a bit.
"Just curious, what do you think of me?" ( #ded )
Gareth had not been expecting this question. Even if he had been, he wasn’t sure he would have known how to respond. Hell, he could probably spend days trying to come up with a proper answer and never figure one out. But he didn’t have days, she had asked him now. “Not really too good at saying what I think. You’re a strong lady, and pretty, and I’m glad to know ya.”
👻 ( WE WERE TALKING ABOUT THIS !! )
Hells. It had all happened too quickly - too quickly for him to intervene, too quickly for him to stop it, too quickly to grasp what was happening until it was too damn late.
Dammit, dammit, dammit.
Gareth scanned the area quickly, making sure no threats were incoming, and ran over to Ithaca, cursing under his breath. He sheathed his sword and fell to his knees, gingerly lifting her head and pulling her into his arms. “Just a minute, right?” he said under his breath, trying to keep composed as he cradled her close to his chest out of instinct - she was safer that way, safer from anyone who dared show their faces. “Just a minute, we can get you some help, just hold on a minute.”
He was a guard. Apparently a terrible one, for no good guard would have let this happen. But a guard nonetheless.
And a guard who knew just how much time a person had before their injuries were fatal.
A guard who knew that there would be no chance of help arriving in time.
He pushed the thought from his mind, focusing on staunching the blood with his sleeve, which he had torn from his tunic.
