Sep 30, 2017
♟: Patching up a wound
@duskwhisper | nonsexual acts of intimacy (accepting!)
He hisses at the strange sensation of another’s aether mingling with his. For all of his time apprenticing under the shaman, Mongke still has a hard time with those who heal with their magicks. But he sits still, as trained, as Zaya heals the gash running along his forearm that he got from venturing too close to a Buduga’s yol. He makes a grumpy noise and sulks. He hates being still for so long.