“Feeling pain is a good sign. Shows you’re not dead yet,” he chuckled with a shake of his head. The magic would continue on working long after his palms crossed her skin. Soft, not unexpected given the wounds location but it was just something he’d noticed in passing, nothing unusual. “Laughter loosens you up, tells me where it really hurts instead of what your mouth might tell me.” There was always a reason for his quips, whether reaction or pure calculative reasons he’d share with no-one. He could be a nosy, paranoid shit at times.
He snickered, nodding in agreement. Captain Ruth, Wankered Ruth, both were a fun time. He made up half his earnings at the tables, cards, chess, he had an eye for the quiet long game of strategy and a working mind, but his well lubricated mouth could turn it all on its head. Fogged and addled by drink and whatever other stimulant imbued Ruth would indulge, his confidence was brazen, cheeky, but if ‘no’ ever graced his ears he’d be neither offended nor undeterred from finding amusement elsewhere. “Again, how would you know?” and adding with a filthy chuckle, “Why’d you think we bathe first.”
He’d shrug indifferently to her question. “Maybe. Maybe not.” Could he behave for a full five minutes? Probably. Did he want to? No. He had no reason to, only when it suited him. When it came to ones agency though, he was a firm advocate unless the patient turned violent. He’d seen her scrap, swing that axe around the field with an odd grace, but as he sat back Ruth let that thread of thought drop for later, feeling her eyes on him.
She was staring for far too long, his head shifting to gauge her while his brows knitted together. He didn’t understand at first, “You’re staring Dora. I'm counting this as you think I'm pretty.” And then it began to trickle out of her, the small plea of a promise, to fulfil such a deviant request of him. Well, the elf chuckled, brows lifting high in shock at the boldness, something he proudly applauded her for. Perhaps there was hope for her, who knew? A heavy dose of suspicion soon crept into his brow, “The fistings a nice touch, and for a split second I thought you might be serious, but I’m guessing you’ve have one heavy dose of venom, Spiderbait. On any other given day you’d be trying to wash my mouth out with soap, not swap poor Mina out for me. If you’re really asking, then do it sober, but I bet you ain’t the balls.”
His group had rendezvoused with the pair and together they had made their way back along the road. It was a familiar inn to Ruth, casually slipping away while the others sorted the details and knowing the order of things never really changed much, the elf had already headed to the usual rooms checking they were empty before dumping his pack and raiding through it. Shedding his outer robe the lithe elf still donned a few layers but he resigned to indulge in some quiet payback.
Taking his towel and a clean set of clothes he’d meander his way into the bathing area, careful to knock first before entering so not to startle who’s familiar groan called out. “I do hope you’re not doing anything naughty in there Dora. Injured, no less.”
He snickered, nodding in agreement. Captain Ruth, Wankered Ruth, both were a fun time. He made up half his earnings at the tables, cards, chess, he had an eye for the quiet long game of strategy and a working mind, but his well lubricated mouth could turn it all on its head. Fogged and addled by drink and whatever other stimulant imbued Ruth would indulge, his confidence was brazen, cheeky, but if ‘no’ ever graced his ears he’d be neither offended nor undeterred from finding amusement elsewhere. “Again, how would you know?” and adding with a filthy chuckle, “Why’d you think we bathe first.”
He’d shrug indifferently to her question. “Maybe. Maybe not.” Could he behave for a full five minutes? Probably. Did he want to? No. He had no reason to, only when it suited him. When it came to ones agency though, he was a firm advocate unless the patient turned violent. He’d seen her scrap, swing that axe around the field with an odd grace, but as he sat back Ruth let that thread of thought drop for later, feeling her eyes on him.
She was staring for far too long, his head shifting to gauge her while his brows knitted together. He didn’t understand at first, “You’re staring Dora. I'm counting this as you think I'm pretty.” And then it began to trickle out of her, the small plea of a promise, to fulfil such a deviant request of him. Well, the elf chuckled, brows lifting high in shock at the boldness, something he proudly applauded her for. Perhaps there was hope for her, who knew? A heavy dose of suspicion soon crept into his brow, “The fistings a nice touch, and for a split second I thought you might be serious, but I’m guessing you’ve have one heavy dose of venom, Spiderbait. On any other given day you’d be trying to wash my mouth out with soap, not swap poor Mina out for me. If you’re really asking, then do it sober, but I bet you ain’t the balls.”
~~A few hours later~~
His group had rendezvoused with the pair and together they had made their way back along the road. It was a familiar inn to Ruth, casually slipping away while the others sorted the details and knowing the order of things never really changed much, the elf had already headed to the usual rooms checking they were empty before dumping his pack and raiding through it. Shedding his outer robe the lithe elf still donned a few layers but he resigned to indulge in some quiet payback.
Taking his towel and a clean set of clothes he’d meander his way into the bathing area, careful to knock first before entering so not to startle who’s familiar groan called out. “I do hope you’re not doing anything naughty in there Dora. Injured, no less.”
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