PCs with Gerome

[swordhandled]

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[swordhandled]

I was worried about yo--

ow, hey!

[ wincing as gerome washes the wound. wow be gentle :( ]

[maskarang]

Ugh, I will not endure a second round of this. [ inigo war flashbacks ] No squirming! And no speaking! Who knows what idiocy will slip from your mouth.

[ continues cleaning!!! when he's done, he starts looking for something to disinfect it and also anything he can use as gauze. ]

[swordhandled]

[ wow. i'm totally better than inigo??? ] You're rough, you know!

[ there's... soap?? and there's the makeshift bandages owain's made ]

[maskarang]

[ for some reason owain would probably complain a lot more about soap in his wounds ]

I'm not. And no more talking. [ ok there's nothing here so... settling for the bandages, he guesses. limping back into the room to get them and coming back to bandage owain up. he deviously uses all of them ]

[swordhandled]

[ he's frowning but waiting patiently as gerome bandages him up. it's better than nothing after all. also wow, as though owain won't just make new ones if needed!! ]

[maskarang]

[ no, this is very clever and is a clear solution to his problem. stepping back once he's done. ]

That should hold, at least for now.

[swordhandled]

Alright. I'm going to put my shirt on.

And you better be shirtless by the time I come back.

[maskarang]

Hmph. [ it isn't a complaint? go and put on a shirt, man ]

[swordhandled]

[ GOING TO PUT ON A SHIRT!!

TAKE YOURS OFF!!! ]

[maskarang]

[ don't rush him!!!

but no, as soon as owain's back is turned he pulls off his vest and shirt and lets them drop to the floor. the gloves soon join them, and... he actually removes his mask to set it to the side. just gonna start tiredly splashing his face with cold water. ]

[swordhandled]

[ ppppausing in the doorway as he catches sight of this. he was doing something what was he doing aga--

o right ]

It's... been awhile since I've seen you with your mask on.

[maskarang]

[ looking up and glaring over at him ]

This is temporary.

[swordhandled]

[ walking up to him, just looking at him in the face ]

Why?

[maskarang]

[ ??? ]

Because it is.

[swordhandled]

[ reaching up and stopping his hand before it touches gerome ]

--A shame.

[maskarang]

[ that sobers him up far more than the water ever could. standing upright now ]

Owain, enough. I've been party to your maddening whims for too long. The mask will stay on and I will hear no more of it. And— [ gesturing to his hand ] —you will not reach for me again. Do you understand?

[swordhandled]

[ Owain's face hardens at that. He's still blushing, but he's not going to say anything in response to Gerome's request, because he's clearly not going to honor it. That had drops to his shoulder and grips him. ]

Hold still while I look you over.

[maskarang]

[ looking hard at the hand for a while. shrugging it off of him and reaching for his mask, which he promptly puts back on. ]

Quickly. I still need to see to Minerva. [ he has a couple of scars, the worst of which seem pretty old and are mostly from arrows and magic. overall, not that many though. armor and all. his injuries from the attack are mostly minor, but there is a burn that should probably be tended to on one of his shoulders. ]

[swordhandled]

You have a burn.

[ he's reaching for a rag, and dousing it in water before wringing it out and slowly working it over the injury. he's gentle, and he's doing it carefully, his fingers trailing along gerome's bare skin. ]

I need to make more bandages.

[maskarang]

Barely.

[ bandages he can do. picking up his shirt and just starts shredding it into bandages. it's a lost cause anyway. if the burn is making him uncomfortable, he's not really showing it. ]

[swordhandled]

[ he's reaching out to take the shirt from him ]

I said I'd take care of you.

[maskarang]

I don't need anyone looking after me. You know this.

[swordhandled]

I know you don't need it.

But I want to do it.

[maskarang]

... And you'll badger me until you get your way. As with everything. [ he can't even sigh at this point. he pushes his way past owain to head toward his closet. ]

Do as you will.

[swordhandled]

[ silent again as he starts ripping the shirt into bandages. he's pondering some stuff here...

but feel free to help yourself to whatever you like in his closet. it tends to match his color scheme! ]