A Gentle Rapping, Rapping At My Cottage Door
DOTH so, Blood, Drugs, Alcohol, Language, Hints of Sexuality, Violence, Only One Bed, Angst, Longing, Mistaken Attraction as Dislike, Epic Sass
Oh you forget then, She teases as she watches him pour onto the cool slate of the floor, the cooler part of the house for sure, the air above their heads would be sweltering from the forge. It's why she wore very little.clithing as she worked. She was Dwarven, she could take the elements a little better than most, but she hated the heat. Couldn't deal with it, she was a furnace on her own, so she liked the cool. I'm as much yours as you are mine. I'm your axe, you're my healer. We work well that way.

She took the washcloth back to the sink and pulled down a bowl instead, filling it with some iced water and dropping three clean cloths in it. She then brought a pillow over from her bed and placed the objects on the floor with them, before wringing out one of the cloths and moving to wash his face off for him, gently, with care, if he'd let her. Nah, I know you don't need a baby sitter Ruth, and I wouldn't take advantage of you even if you wanted me too. You sober up and we'll talk about me using your face as a seat, until then, keep it in your pants.

She kept her voice level, teasing, gentle on his head. She didn't know how he'd react to being taken care of, and she knew he was fiercely independent, knew there were parts of him he still kept hidden all the time. And the last time she had seen him he hadn't been this angry. She knew it was because of the eye, which she was not making any comment on. I'm hurt, I like my house not being dwarven, after all, I like it being comfortable, homey. But you can't tell me you don't think having a forge and anvil next to my dressing wardrobe isn't very dwarf like.

After a bit, she took the cloth away, and then wrung out a new one to place back in it's place, knowing the cool would help him, if he accepted the help. I'm not saying that being this far to the wind mid-day is bad, just not something I would choose. Lift your head a little, I brought you a pillow.

She placed the down soft cushion down next to his head so she could place it quickly for him. And if you don't wanna talk that's fine too, I can tell you about my new repeater, I've got some of the new parts I need for it, it's fascinating really. May I help you take some of this armor off so it's a little more comfortable down here on the floor?


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RE: A Gentle Rapping, Rapping At My Cottage Door - by Theodora Oridotti - 05-08-2024, 05:47 PM