In most of their past interactions there had been some modem of sobriety, however small in Ruth. Now, in the thick haze of intoxication the younger elf was far more animated, his confidence doubled and inhibitions heightened. Left to his own devices he’d had found trouble, or a bed and company.
He’d scoff at first, then suddenly the thought wouldn’t shut up. “None of them would get a look in,” he caught himself saying out loud and proudly, briefly thinking back to the blurr of faces, “... maybe blonde, but I was enjoying the company of a fine lass before shit broke out.” His head shook, then pouted. She’d been pretty. Yes? Maybe? Cute dimples for sure.
Then he was soaking, shivering and panting at the sheer jolt to his entire system. Then just as he thought he’d regained firm footing his elder cracked. The return of his jab brought a wide grin across the healer's face. “...Holy shit, there is a sense of humour in there. Huh.” His chuckles didn’t last, the ghostly tingle of another's magic against his own, sent an unpleasant shiver down his spine.
“Can you not cast magic on me!” he’d snap, body suddenly more rigid than the icy deluge could muster. “It’s fucking rude. Gods. At least ask. Does consent mean nothing?” There were many things Ruth could casually let slide, but resented people forcing their will on him. Not when the largest enforcer of pain had knocked on his door. Swallowing back some of his frustration he’d continue to strip down to a pair of shorts.
“You dragged… levitated me out. Just drenched me. And now you want to argue semantics? … Now I’m definitely staying. Oh and I’ll take a goddamn blanket while I’m here.”
He’d scoff at first, then suddenly the thought wouldn’t shut up. “None of them would get a look in,” he caught himself saying out loud and proudly, briefly thinking back to the blurr of faces, “... maybe blonde, but I was enjoying the company of a fine lass before shit broke out.” His head shook, then pouted. She’d been pretty. Yes? Maybe? Cute dimples for sure.
Then he was soaking, shivering and panting at the sheer jolt to his entire system. Then just as he thought he’d regained firm footing his elder cracked. The return of his jab brought a wide grin across the healer's face. “...Holy shit, there is a sense of humour in there. Huh.” His chuckles didn’t last, the ghostly tingle of another's magic against his own, sent an unpleasant shiver down his spine.
“Can you not cast magic on me!” he’d snap, body suddenly more rigid than the icy deluge could muster. “It’s fucking rude. Gods. At least ask. Does consent mean nothing?” There were many things Ruth could casually let slide, but resented people forcing their will on him. Not when the largest enforcer of pain had knocked on his door. Swallowing back some of his frustration he’d continue to strip down to a pair of shorts.
“You dragged… levitated me out. Just drenched me. And now you want to argue semantics? … Now I’m definitely staying. Oh and I’ll take a goddamn blanket while I’m here.”
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