@rebrths asked: 👕 : your muse helps my muse get dressed after my muse sustains an injury or illness .
tension ask prompt: accepting
TENDING TO PHOENIX IS SOMEWHAT SIMILAR TO wrestling a very large, very angry fire cat into submission and Sova thinks that if it were anyone smaller than he, he might not have succeeded. Naturally, injuries were common in their line of duty, common enough that they all had superior medical training - but that didn’t prevent some of them (Phoenix the current example) from being absolute assholes about being bandaged and cleaned up. It’s times like this that he would kill to have Sage around, if only because the healer’s presence was much more.... soothing than his own.
“ Hold still, Phoenix! ” His irritation comes out in a string of heavily accented Russian curses, but he’s trying to be gentle, trying to be tender as the last bandage is applied across the other agent’s torso. “ Must you be so difficult? ” The words are at odds with his touch, a warm palm skating over a dark cheek in brief comfort, before he presses one hand to the younger’s shoulder and forces him to sink to the bed. Then, Sova drops to his knees before him, soft jeans unrolled in his hands as he slowly, meticulously assists the pyro into them. He pauses once they have been properly put on by Phoenix, hands hovering over the undone button and zipper. He looks up in time to catch that gaze of heat, suddenly very aware that he is kneeling between the other agent’s legs, perfectly level with his-
A brow arches, radiant eye almost whirring in disapproval. “ Oh. Nyet. You just got stabbed. We are not doing this. ”
