Fic | My Heart is Breathing
A very merry Adoribull exchange to @dichotomous-dragon ! You suggested (among others) hurt/comfort, or someone taking a blow for someone else, and I decided to smush the two together as best I could. :)
1.9k! T-rated, I suppose, for brief mentions of Bloody Stuff. This is set after their individual character quests, but before the end of the game.
From @labarkour
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My Heart is Breathing
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The Bull shouldered his way into the tent. The rain pattered noisily against the canvas.
Dorian, back bent and given up to the healer, looked over his arm. He’d filth caked in his mustache, the hairs plastered.
“I hope you brought wine,” said Dorian. The Bull spread his hands. Dorian made a show of sighing.
“Close it,” said the healer. “And you. Stop moving.” The needle flashed. She tugged the thread. The stitch settled beneath Dorian’s shoulder.
The Bull stooped beneath the first support. The canvas flap dropped into place again. He lingered there in the entrance, on the mud cloth.
“What thanks,” Dorian said. “I risk my life, and you come empty-handed to watch this barbarian sew me up like a soldier playing at housewife.”
“All right,” said the healer. She sat back with the needle still in hand. “How about you finish up?”
“Fetch me a mirror and I’ll do it.”
“You know,” said the Bull, “I heard the Avaar pour piss on their wounds. Keeps ‘em from going bad.”
Dorian made a tremendous face. The healer laughed and leaned in again.
“Perhaps I spoke in haste.”
“Did that, did you,” said the healer.
“I should hate to use barbarian so freely no word remains for that.”
