@cragsnow asked: a kiss placed over their freshly bandaged wound. / KISS & TELL: still accepting.
"I'd have done it again. You wouldn't have to order it neither. It's not about any of it, duty or obligation with you."
When in battle, it isn't with wisdom that Henry always moves. To be frank, it's more his impulse and his fears that would brazenly guide him. They would make him a rather irreplaceable servant, a creature so devoted to his handler as to shelve his whittled senses and his thinning crumbs of wit. He'd surely be the king's choice of mongrel, his choice stock of beastie when put to sale on the markets. Yes. Look at his fangs, my dear rival, and the rippling of his muscles with the keenness his claws! Shake! What hope have you left to so loyal a hound, ey? Henry hisses. At his side, the bite of his agony climbs his ribs.
By the bed, Sir Felix has deigned to keep him company, his nobleman's touch caught shivering along the press of his fresh-wrapped bandages. It hadn't been a toil for his betters to so see to the handling of some commonplace boor, but then again, his lord would take every chance he can to bow him, to slink so humbly to his haunches and yield to a kneel. My word, never has man been so mighty, so impossible like a diamond who'd let steel fill its throne. But perhaps the blood he bleeds are rubies, are those garnets of Christ like some polished stigmata. Oh, Henry. He has bled for you, my lordling, and has felled those fearsome bandits in but only your name. How will you honor him, my liege, he who would take to road for days should you ask? He would battle for the sake of your wantings? He who would do as bid like a beast?
Felix kisses him. Hal's breath catches. He'd kiss him there, right there, where the spear gored God. In his chest, Hal's heart gutters like a candle, his own wick crackling at his bedside as Felix's head of hair goes gold like a laurel. Silly man. "They're badges of honor, Sir." Why's the floor now a church pew? Leaning down, Hal kisses the top of his head, that crown smelled of his gardens.
