OK CONSIDER FOR A REQUEST - Reader is a warrior who ended up being injured by a dragon they barely managed to defeat (RIP dragon). They black out just as Aaravos finds them and they wake up to him tending to their wounds. With a lecture. Or not. Your choice. Godspeed (Dragonspeed?)
Thank you very much Anon, I love this idea! Reminder that Request's are always, permanently open.
This request will have an already established relationship with Aaravos, husband to be specific
Warning's: Briefly fighting a dragon I suppose, being wounded.
First of all..how does one get into such a situation. You had a genius idea of going to defeat a dragon with no crew. As you approached the rampaging wyvern wreaking havoc with your weapon it growled out angrily, turning to you with a screech as it charged. You dodge out of the way narrowly, swinging at the large creature, managing to only slash it's leg. The wyvern roars in anger, fwipping around quickly-..It caused you to be wacked by it's long tail. A yelp left you as you fell back, weapon clattering away. As you laid on the ground your eyes started fluttering closed..The last thing you saw was the wyvern being subdued by a soft white and purple spell.
..Hours, days or even weeks later you awoke inside your husbands home. A tall ceiling and glistening appearance, with a soft groan a damp feeling on your cheek.
"Starlight, your choice was rather foolish." A smooth, honey-like voice said in your ear.
A hiss left you as ointment was applied to your stinging head. "Wh.." A confused hum left you, only met with a husky chuckle from Aaravos.
"You hurt yourself, my dear..seriously. Why attempt to fight a dragon my darling." The startouched elf sighed. with a soft groan you attempted to sit up. "It was..hurting people. I wanted to help..-" You were sharply cut off. "And you were hurt in kind. Stars, your foolish mortal mind is so..utterly, empathetic." He sighed out, caressing your face gently with one hand, dabbing your wound with a damp cloth on the other. "To me you're truly fragile." Aaravos mumbled, kissing your head..then softy tugged at a strand of your hair.
"Use your glorious brain, hm?" He said softly, an affectionate manner taking him over as he cared for your wounds. Flustered as you were doted on, you glance up at him. "Should I have let it happen?.." "Yes." You were answered almost instantly, he looked a bit serious. "You should let me handle such things, my brightest star. Call for me, keep yourself bundled away and safe If I am not there." He fretted ever so slightly, pressing his forehead to yours.
"I could never imagine losing you, my dear."
