PCs with Gerome

[swordhandled]

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[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! ]

[maskarang]

[ yellow is not his color unless it's part of the trim. he picks out the warmest thing he can find that'll fit him and throws it on the bed. some shoes too, which come with him when he goes to sit down

sitting on the bed and—guess what. he still had some armor on. time for some more strap undoing and armor shedding! this time, it's his legs ]

[swordhandled]

[ for him, black is the trim. but he's coming out of the bathroom with the new bandages and he waits for gerome to finish taking off his leg armor before walking over and sitting on the bed. ]

Hold still for me again.

[maskarang]

[ nothing new to say so he simply turns to face owain and sits still ]

[swordhandled]

[ again, being gentle as he bandages gerome up. unlike him, he's only using what's necessary, but he's taking far more time than what's needed to look over the bandaging and make sure that everything is fine and hunky dory ]

That should do.

[maskarang]

[ as he sits through this, his frustration slowly starts to evaporate. by the end, he's able to nod, stand up calmly, and start dressing ]