Mmm, maybe I am, but you wouldn't have me any other way. [ there is the faintest echo of pain in the edges of his smile as he pulls back from the kiss, the movement shifting his burned skin in a way that reminds him that, should Adder choose, he would cease to exist in a heartbeat.
it makes the fact that he is only scarred all the more poignant to him.
in Adder's absence, Ros sits up and, with more than a little bit of struggle, he removes the remains of his shirt, unable to do much for the fabric that is now melted to him, but-- he wasn't all that upset by that. the hound turns back to Adder easily with his return, grimace as the faint smell of the paste hits his nose.
that-- yeah that was't going to be enjoyable.
the hound had little issue with pain, but the thought of that salve on him make him whine even as he takes the towel.]Why must it smell like those atrocious flowers Kal adores so much?
[ though he does look pleased that you are not bothered by the thought of scars, not that he thought you would. ]
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it makes the fact that he is only scarred all the more poignant to him.
in Adder's absence, Ros sits up and, with more than a little bit of struggle, he removes the remains of his shirt, unable to do much for the fabric that is now melted to him, but-- he wasn't all that upset by that. the hound turns back to Adder easily with his return, grimace as the faint smell of the paste hits his nose.
that-- yeah that was't going to be enjoyable.
the hound had little issue with pain, but the thought of that salve on him make him whine even as he takes the towel.]Why must it smell like those atrocious flowers Kal adores so much?
[ though he does look pleased that you are not bothered by the thought of scars, not that he thought you would. ]