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[ With such ironclad control, Adder usually never let any of his true power out unless absolutely necessary and vital. Sometimes, the new recruits needed a little extra shove to see where they belonged. There were also moments he went to collect with the more difficult ones. The hunt invoking the need to consume everything and everyone. But moments like this? No, Adder always controlled himself, which means being mortal must have altered and messed with more than he originally thought.
He would have to be more careful.
Concern flickering across his face, Adder started to argue but Ros kissed him before he could and he returned it eagerly. Desire surged throughout his veins from the crackling energy and from Ros too. It made him want more, body arching just somewhat until the zing of pleasure pulled him back to the present.
Ros' words causing more of a guilt emergence too. Did he really feel like that? He didn't know how to process such words but they should not have turned him on.
How messed up could one person be? Not that he wanted to ever actually destroy Ros. He loved him too much and it would be like ending himself along with him. ]
Come on, get off me. I have something to put on the burns to stop the pain. [ A pause and he looked every bit of the guilt pulsing inside of him. ] Won't stop the scarring. That won't fade.
[ His fire burned unlike anything else; the only thing that could destroy anything and everything in the universe. Another curse to try and keep a tight hold on something so dangerous. ]
[ not all control was meant to be broken, but there are times when things that perhaps the control should not rest in the hands of one being. like now, when Ros can see how upset Adder is about some of that control slipping, he wishes he had a way to help. they last few decades-- no, the last few months had been strange, trying upon them both in ways that they had not ever had to deal with before. they had been mortal, had truths revealed to themselves that they never thought possible, and managed to forge a new level to their relationship that, prior to all of this, Ros never dreamed of.
being able to help Adder now would be more one more thing that would make these few months amazing.
but he can't, so instead he does what he can to help Adder, fights and snarls and is there for the god whenever he is needed. he doesn't pull away from the fire because he knows that, in a sense, that is like pulling away from Adder. and he refuses to do that. ]
Mmm, and yeah I mean that, so stop with the overthinking. I can hear it from here. [ the words are mumbled against Adder's lips as Ros licks the blood away, before leaning back. he doesn't get off Adder though, he rotates his arms to look, tongue between his teeth, as he takes in the burned flesh of his arms, the scars that will cover his forearms and left shoulder now.
he doesn't look upset by this turn of events at all. if anything, he looks pleased.
with a wild look, blood still wet and warm on his face, Ros laughs as he looks down at Adder beneath him. there is clear adoration in his bones, honest and rock steady love that even if Adder couldn't feel emotions of those around him would be clear.]
S'okay, boss. Now it's like you've marked me. Can't say I mind it. And pain... eh. [ there is a subtle roll of his hips. you aren't the only one that gets off on a little pain there, Adder. ]
[ A soft green continued to paint along the area round them, twisting throughout the air to settle in their bones. Usually, Adder enjoyed the emergence of the fire and everything that went along with it but he knew the danger always lurking within it, ready to consume more than it should. Fighting against such instincts exhausted him, just like feeling so much of everything and everyone around him. Relief did not come easily but maybe it shouldn't. Maybe he deserved every single ounce of the agony for things he had little control over.
Death would always be hated and the one who guaded it even more. They loathed him and what he represented, never mind the fact they shoved it all at him in the first place.
When it came to Ros, he wanted and needed to be more than just the monster. Longed to rise above and be to him what he witnessed in the just they collected. There were some who loved with such a beauty but he feared never having the capability for it.
This proved he didn't at all. ]
The scars won't be attractive. [ He warned, hips moving back up on pure instinct, leaning up to suck and lick the blood from Ros' face. ] It'll be bumpy and raised up no matter what we do.
[ At least, he reigned it back in before anything worse happened. ] We're putting the paste on. I know how bad it hurts. I've seen what it does. [ The skin already had such a dark red appearance; blistered and angry. ]
[ Ros will always be the one in Adder's corner no matter what, he will stay no matter how much fire may burn his flesh, or how much hatred is thrown his way for doing so. he has seen who Adder is beneath all of the layers, beneath the shadows and screams and judgement, and Ros adores every inch of him. Ros loved the fire and fury and fangs as much as he loved the softness he rarely showed, and the sweet adoration that was kept just for him.
Adder need not be anyone but himself. monster or myth, Ros would love him and be there for him until the end of time.
the hound's laughter is light, rough around the edges as the arch of Adder's hips sends pleasure skittering beneath his skin. makes him shiver and moan as the god leans in. Ros has his arm, the one free of fresh burns, around Adder's neck in a heartbeat.] Do you care if they are attractive, boss?
[ because he sure as fuck doesn't. Ros doesn't need a pretty face or a pretty body, not for his line of work. and if the scars don't bother Adder.... they have no reason to bother Ros either.
to the hound, it is a sign that Adder loves him enough to stop even the near overwhelming urge to let that destruction loose, no matter what. it isn't a scar, it's reminder.] Mmm, there are-- other ways to distract me from the pain. [ at least until he moves it, or you touch it, then... well harder to ignore. Ros leans in, pressing a kiss that is soft and sweet against Adder's lips. ] But whatever you say, love.
[ Power clung and surged through him, consumed by nearly unwavering darkness and alight with a furious rage. All products of his origin and how the story began for the underworld. But no one expected what else he would become and what the curses actually meant and shifted. The Lord of darkness held a certain kind of image, one without the luxury of deeper feelings because what would be the point? Only fire, brimstone and retribution needed to exist. What purpose would love actually serve for those who moved within shadows? If only they knew how much he actually experienced. If only they knew the struggle to keep all of it contained.
The darkness called but so did the light. A dual nature often tearing him almost in two.
Thankfully, Ros anchored him and kept everything in a balance so he could keep to the scales. ]
You're shameless. [ He murmured but kissed Ros back, just as sweetly. ] After the paste, I'll give you a treat, pet.
[ Managing to move from Ros, he went to retrieve it. It would stop the greater levels of the pain in the very least. ] It might sting putting it on. I need you to bite down on this. [ He explained as he returned, sitting down with the paste and a rolled up towel he offered to Ros. ] But after it should feel better. To answer you before, the look of them does not bother me.
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. ]
[ Settling on his knees in front of Ros, Adder regarded the burns with a deep frown on his face. Control mattered so much for one in his position and this proved he needed more of it and not less. What if he hadn't been able go reign it in? Ros could have been - no, even thinking it made his chest ache so badly he nearly struggled to breathe.
Twisting off the lid, he attempted to focus his mind on the task at hand and not the dangerous power slipping in and out of him. Contemplating would happen much later on after he ensured Ros' safety against the burns and painful aftermath. ]
It actually smells like what you dislike most. It smells different for everybody. [ Adder explained, dipping fingertips into the concoction to spread a thin layer at first on Ros' arms. He made sure the Hound bit down first, of course, because the pain would be almost intolerable. ]
[ this is not something that Ros was ever going to hold against Adder, not going to blame him for or think less of him for. and he is more than a little aware that he is going to have to dig the other out of the more than one self deprecating spiral of hate because of this event.
honestly, as long as Adder didn't mind the scars, neither did Ros.
what he did mind was the way that Adder looked so torn apart at the whole thing, something he is going to make a comment on when the god smooths his salve covered fingers over the marks. Ros's teeth press into the fabric and, it first, he thinks that this isn't bad, a sting at best that almost feels like too long in the sun.
of course, just as he starts to relax his jaw a little, the full force hits. the salve hurts more than getting the burns. stinging sharp pain that lances down to his bones and is not at all pleasurable. the Hound makes a noise, one that is muffled by the fabric thankfully, but he still screws his eyes shut and bends his head forward, unconsciously seeing to lean into Adder a little more. seeking the other out because, for him, there is no place safer.
as the pain fade, Ros gasps, free hand holding the fabric and he heaves in a breath.]
[ A sense of loathing already began to drip through Adder's veins, setting his teeth on edge because control needed to be easier to latch onto, especially after so many centuries of efforts. How could he ever struggle? Then again, Ros tended to weasel underneath his skin and make the impossible possible. There were just so many strong emotions and they apparently burned too brightly. It pained him and he never wanted to bring any kind of harm to Ros. His kind of fire being the very origin of the universe just as his brother had the water and his sister with the air. They pieced it all together and the power behind it all kept things turning but could also end it just the same.
His fire more of an ending than a beginning like with his siblings but the paste stopped the process at least. Nothing worse would happen to Ros besides the scarring. He couldn't do anything to stop it from happening.
It pained him too.
Letting out a pained noise of his own, Adder tried to stroke Ros' hair after he set down the container. ]
I'm so sorry, pet, trying to stop the fire is not an easy process. [ He explained, leaning in to kiss Ros a few times. ] You're going to need food, water and rest while you heal. You won't lose your arms now, at least. [ Only sort of a joke. ]
[ Ros knows that it is going to take a long time before Adder forgives himself for this, even if Ros makes it very clear that he doesn't think there is anything that needs to be forgiven. still, there are wounds that go far deeper in them both that are not easily healed, and this was one of them that Ros was still working on with the god. there was no malice in what Adder did, and Ros would be the first to say that he finds the power that he wields awe inspiring more than terrifying. but it is one of the few things in this world that could destroy him without issue.
which really is why Ros is all the more impressed when Adder manages to contain it. manages to pull it in for his sake. that shows him so much.
scars were nothing, shallow things that he could easily over look, the damage to Adder's psyche was something else all together.
so Ros leans in closer even with the pain still shaking his marrow, breathing the smell of ash and Adder in deeply, calming himself with that familiar scent. runs his nose along the line of Adder's jaw and shivers.]
Mmm, I know. It's okay love. [ he tips his head towards those lips, humming. ] Rather lose an arm than leave you, hope you know that. [ and he means it, he truly does. tries to catch Adder's gaze when he pulls back to stand up. he can stand, shakily. the room is spinning ever so slightly but-- well he has had worse. maybe. he thinks.]
I will only accept rest if you rest with me. [ don't make him pout, because he will do it. ] Maybe a bath too.
[ The longer time ticked onwards, the more tension fled from the lines of Adder's body. Nothing happened, not any darkness rolling in or Ros slumping to the ground in a heap. It meant he would be okay - they would be okay. The guilt remained but it only joined the rest of the things that kept him up at night when everything else stilled around them. The screams, though, they never left. A constant cacophony of agony and a steady source of torment for being the guardian of the underworld. He wondered often why he suffered such a fate and his siblings did not. What wrongs did he commit in his origin to deserve such pain?
Shaking the thoughts away, he resumed focus on Ros, willing to almost give the pup anything at the moment he asked for. The least he could do for almost ending his existence.
He almost lost Ros just because he couldn't control himself. ]
Or course, pet, we can take a bath. [ Without any kind of funny business happening. He gave Ros a significant look as he wrapped an arm around him and led him to the bath chambers and the huge claw foot tub. A favorite center piece of his and the ancient looking facets were beautiful and inlaid with gems of all kinds. ]
Here. Sit and I'll fix the bath. Regular or do you want it fancier? [ Bubbles, bath salts or whatever else Ros brought back with him from the topside. ]
[ when Ros finally breaks down those last few walls between them, he is going to be rather annoyed at how much self loathing and guilt there is lingering in the shadows of Adder’s heart. and go out of his way to burn them away as fully as possible. none of this, in his opinion, rests on the god. Ros is the one who rose to the challenge, who pushed and egged on and demanded more of the other, and Adder only gave him what he wanted. while he was not seeking to end his existence, not anything close, he was sure that he would rather Adder be the end of it than any other option.
besides, he still thought that Adder wreathed in flames with fury on his face was one of the most attractive things in the universe.]
Mmm, good. I mean, I’m good with whatever you want, love. [ he sits down gently, cocking his head to the side to give Adder a lopsided smile that is not lacking in affection. even if he is a little upset with knowing exactly what that look means. whatever, just being close to Adder is enough for him, and baths were rather relaxing. nothing wrong with things that earn him more time with Adder.
probably a good idea to wash the blood off themselves too.
as Adder leans back from the tub, the water flowing and steaming, Ros curls the fingers of his good hand around the god's hip and tugs at him until Adder is sitting in his lap, Ros's face buried in the curve of his neck. he presses a light kiss there and hums. ] Don't blame yourself for this, okay love? I know you are.
[ The universe cursed him with fury in his skin and flames in his veins. Forging a constant challenge to keep it contained and mostly out of sight. The flames which could end everything and almost anything tumbled within him, sometimes howling for retribution, for the blood owed and deserved. The yells of the past scattered onto him, nearly choking off any air flow but he managed to keep the balance. He just managed to keep the world turning.
Dropping some of the bubble bath Ros liked most, Adder made sure to add some soothing and healing essential oils to the mix. It would assist in the process and those weren't anything anyone could find easily. Adder went to great lengths for some of the things he possessed. All failsafes just in case the worst happened and he lost the fight.
When he turned, he allowed for Ros to pull him close, eyes shutting for a moment to take in his presence. How could he be so careless with the only thing that really mattered in his whole existence? Without Ros, he had nothing else.
He was nothing else. ]
As long as you're okay that is all that matters.
[ He gave Ros a soft kiss before sliding off his lap to help strip the rest of the not charred clothing off him. ]
You get in the bath. I'm going to go grab something.
[ the weight of the universe on your shoulders was not a weight that any being should have to carry alone, and eventually Ros would do what he could to help carry that burden with Adder. being close, proving that no matter what, he was still with Adder was all that he could do for now.
and stay close he does. the hound tightens his arms around Adder despite the flicker of pain that goes through him at the movement, more than okay with bearing that pain if it meant that he could remind Adder that he was here. he was still whole and he was not leaving. he does eventually let Adder move from his embrace though, a pout curling his lips because he really would have rather gotten into the bath with the god still wrapped around him.
at least he continues to stay close until he is stripped though. there is a barely repressed whine when he moves to get into the water and Adder does not follow.]
Quickly?
[ only Adder got to see this side of him, something almost fragile and needy, instead of the proud hound that left blood in his wake.
still, he obeys and steps into the tub, hissing as he slides in and down until the water comes up to his chin, swirls of pink seen through the few gaps in the bubbles.]
Quickly. [ Adder agreed with a hitch in his breath. Only Ros saw him so open and emotionally expressive. All things no one ever believed him capable of but Ros managed many impossible things with him and it made him so upset to know he hurt him. He really hurt him, in fact, and they were lucky Ros wouldn't lose any limbs of worse.
The pink in the water only heightened his own sense of inner agony. He did that. He hurt the one person who saw him as something other than a monster. Didn't this prove Ros wrong and show how dangerous he could be at any given second?
On unsteady legs he walked back into his chambers, fumbling around for the fairy oil he acquired eons ago before magic became more tainted. He only had a few drops but it could stop any curse and any kind of pain in all the universe. The fairy having given it to him in case something happened to him. But Ros deserved it more.
He returned to the bathroom with tears stinging his eyes. Had he ever actually cried before? ]
Here, pup. Open your mouth and I'm going to tip this in. It'll help.
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He would have to be more careful.
Concern flickering across his face, Adder started to argue but Ros kissed him before he could and he returned it eagerly. Desire surged throughout his veins from the crackling energy and from Ros too. It made him want more, body arching just somewhat until the zing of pleasure pulled him back to the present.
Ros' words causing more of a guilt emergence too. Did he really feel like that? He didn't know how to process such words but they should not have turned him on.
How messed up could one person be? Not that he wanted to ever actually destroy Ros. He loved him too much and it would be like ending himself along with him. ]
Come on, get off me. I have something to put on the burns to stop the pain. [ A pause and he looked every bit of the guilt pulsing inside of him. ] Won't stop the scarring. That won't fade.
[ His fire burned unlike anything else; the only thing that could destroy anything and everything in the universe. Another curse to try and keep a tight hold on something so dangerous. ]
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being able to help Adder now would be more one more thing that would make these few months amazing.
but he can't, so instead he does what he can to help Adder, fights and snarls and is there for the god whenever he is needed. he doesn't pull away from the fire because he knows that, in a sense, that is like pulling away from Adder. and he refuses to do that. ]
Mmm, and yeah I mean that, so stop with the overthinking. I can hear it from here. [ the words are mumbled against Adder's lips as Ros licks the blood away, before leaning back. he doesn't get off Adder though, he rotates his arms to look, tongue between his teeth, as he takes in the burned flesh of his arms, the scars that will cover his forearms and left shoulder now.
he doesn't look upset by this turn of events at all. if anything, he looks pleased.
with a wild look, blood still wet and warm on his face, Ros laughs as he looks down at Adder beneath him. there is clear adoration in his bones, honest and rock steady love that even if Adder couldn't feel emotions of those around him would be clear.]
S'okay, boss. Now it's like you've marked me. Can't say I mind it. And pain... eh. [ there is a subtle roll of his hips. you aren't the only one that gets off on a little pain there, Adder. ]
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Death would always be hated and the one who guaded it even more. They loathed him and what he represented, never mind the fact they shoved it all at him in the first place.
When it came to Ros, he wanted and needed to be more than just the monster. Longed to rise above and be to him what he witnessed in the just they collected. There were some who loved with such a beauty but he feared never having the capability for it.
This proved he didn't at all. ]
The scars won't be attractive. [ He warned, hips moving back up on pure instinct, leaning up to suck and lick the blood from Ros' face. ] It'll be bumpy and raised up no matter what we do.
[ At least, he reigned it back in before anything worse happened. ] We're putting the paste on. I know how bad it hurts. I've seen what it does. [ The skin already had such a dark red appearance; blistered and angry. ]
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Adder need not be anyone but himself. monster or myth, Ros would love him and be there for him until the end of time.
the hound's laughter is light, rough around the edges as the arch of Adder's hips sends pleasure skittering beneath his skin. makes him shiver and moan as the god leans in. Ros has his arm, the one free of fresh burns, around Adder's neck in a heartbeat.] Do you care if they are attractive, boss?
[ because he sure as fuck doesn't. Ros doesn't need a pretty face or a pretty body, not for his line of work. and if the scars don't bother Adder.... they have no reason to bother Ros either.
to the hound, it is a sign that Adder loves him enough to stop even the near overwhelming urge to let that destruction loose, no matter what. it isn't a scar, it's reminder.] Mmm, there are-- other ways to distract me from the pain. [ at least until he moves it, or you touch it, then... well harder to ignore. Ros leans in, pressing a kiss that is soft and sweet against Adder's lips. ] But whatever you say, love.
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The darkness called but so did the light. A dual nature often tearing him almost in two.
Thankfully, Ros anchored him and kept everything in a balance so he could keep to the scales. ]
You're shameless. [ He murmured but kissed Ros back, just as sweetly. ] After the paste, I'll give you a treat, pet.
[ Managing to move from Ros, he went to retrieve it. It would stop the greater levels of the pain in the very least. ] It might sting putting it on. I need you to bite down on this. [ He explained as he returned, sitting down with the paste and a rolled up towel he offered to Ros. ] But after it should feel better. To answer you before, the look of them does not bother me.
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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. ]
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Twisting off the lid, he attempted to focus his mind on the task at hand and not the dangerous power slipping in and out of him. Contemplating would happen much later on after he ensured Ros' safety against the burns and painful aftermath. ]
It actually smells like what you dislike most. It smells different for everybody. [ Adder explained, dipping fingertips into the concoction to spread a thin layer at first on Ros' arms. He made sure the Hound bit down first, of course, because the pain would be almost intolerable. ]
I'm so sorry, pup.
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[ this is not something that Ros was ever going to hold against Adder, not going to blame him for or think less of him for. and he is more than a little aware that he is going to have to dig the other out of the more than one self deprecating spiral of hate because of this event.
honestly, as long as Adder didn't mind the scars, neither did Ros.
what he did mind was the way that Adder looked so torn apart at the whole thing, something he is going to make a comment on when the god smooths his salve covered fingers over the marks. Ros's teeth press into the fabric and, it first, he thinks that this isn't bad, a sting at best that almost feels like too long in the sun.
of course, just as he starts to relax his jaw a little, the full force hits. the salve hurts more than getting the burns. stinging sharp pain that lances down to his bones and is not at all pleasurable. the Hound makes a noise, one that is muffled by the fabric thankfully, but he still screws his eyes shut and bends his head forward, unconsciously seeing to lean into Adder a little more. seeking the other out because, for him, there is no place safer.
as the pain fade, Ros gasps, free hand holding the fabric and he heaves in a breath.]
Holyshit, that-- fuck.
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His fire more of an ending than a beginning like with his siblings but the paste stopped the process at least. Nothing worse would happen to Ros besides the scarring. He couldn't do anything to stop it from happening.
It pained him too.
Letting out a pained noise of his own, Adder tried to stroke Ros' hair after he set down the container. ]
I'm so sorry, pet, trying to stop the fire is not an easy process. [ He explained, leaning in to kiss Ros a few times. ] You're going to need food, water and rest while you heal. You won't lose your arms now, at least. [ Only sort of a joke. ]
Can you walk?
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which really is why Ros is all the more impressed when Adder manages to contain it. manages to pull it in for his sake. that shows him so much.
scars were nothing, shallow things that he could easily over look, the damage to Adder's psyche was something else all together.
so Ros leans in closer even with the pain still shaking his marrow, breathing the smell of ash and Adder in deeply, calming himself with that familiar scent. runs his nose along the line of Adder's jaw and shivers.]
Mmm, I know. It's okay love. [ he tips his head towards those lips, humming. ] Rather lose an arm than leave you, hope you know that. [ and he means it, he truly does. tries to catch Adder's gaze when he pulls back to stand up. he can stand, shakily. the room is spinning ever so slightly but-- well he has had worse. maybe. he thinks.]
I will only accept rest if you rest with me. [ don't make him pout, because he will do it. ] Maybe a bath too.
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Shaking the thoughts away, he resumed focus on Ros, willing to almost give the pup anything at the moment he asked for. The least he could do for almost ending his existence.
He almost lost Ros just because he couldn't control himself. ]
Or course, pet, we can take a bath. [ Without any kind of funny business happening. He gave Ros a significant look as he wrapped an arm around him and led him to the bath chambers and the huge claw foot tub. A favorite center piece of his and the ancient looking facets were beautiful and inlaid with gems of all kinds. ]
Here. Sit and I'll fix the bath. Regular or do you want it fancier? [ Bubbles, bath salts or whatever else Ros brought back with him from the topside. ]
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besides, he still thought that Adder wreathed in flames with fury on his face was one of the most attractive things in the universe.]
Mmm, good. I mean, I’m good with whatever you want, love. [ he sits down gently, cocking his head to the side to give Adder a lopsided smile that is not lacking in affection. even if he is a little upset with knowing exactly what that look means. whatever, just being close to Adder is enough for him, and baths were rather relaxing. nothing wrong with things that earn him more time with Adder.
probably a good idea to wash the blood off themselves too.
as Adder leans back from the tub, the water flowing and steaming, Ros curls the fingers of his good hand around the god's hip and tugs at him until Adder is sitting in his lap, Ros's face buried in the curve of his neck. he presses a light kiss there and hums. ] Don't blame yourself for this, okay love? I know you are.
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Dropping some of the bubble bath Ros liked most, Adder made sure to add some soothing and healing essential oils to the mix. It would assist in the process and those weren't anything anyone could find easily. Adder went to great lengths for some of the things he possessed. All failsafes just in case the worst happened and he lost the fight.
When he turned, he allowed for Ros to pull him close, eyes shutting for a moment to take in his presence. How could he be so careless with the only thing that really mattered in his whole existence? Without Ros, he had nothing else.
He was nothing else. ]
As long as you're okay that is all that matters.
[ He gave Ros a soft kiss before sliding off his lap to help strip the rest of the not charred clothing off him. ]
You get in the bath. I'm going to go grab something.
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and stay close he does. the hound tightens his arms around Adder despite the flicker of pain that goes through him at the movement, more than okay with bearing that pain if it meant that he could remind Adder that he was here. he was still whole and he was not leaving. he does eventually let Adder move from his embrace though, a pout curling his lips because he really would have rather gotten into the bath with the god still wrapped around him.
at least he continues to stay close until he is stripped though. there is a barely repressed whine when he moves to get into the water and Adder does not follow.]
Quickly?
[ only Adder got to see this side of him, something almost fragile and needy, instead of the proud hound that left blood in his wake.
still, he obeys and steps into the tub, hissing as he slides in and down until the water comes up to his chin, swirls of pink seen through the few gaps in the bubbles.]
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The pink in the water only heightened his own sense of inner agony. He did that. He hurt the one person who saw him as something other than a monster. Didn't this prove Ros wrong and show how dangerous he could be at any given second?
On unsteady legs he walked back into his chambers, fumbling around for the fairy oil he acquired eons ago before magic became more tainted. He only had a few drops but it could stop any curse and any kind of pain in all the universe. The fairy having given it to him in case something happened to him. But Ros deserved it more.
He returned to the bathroom with tears stinging his eyes. Had he ever actually cried before? ]
Here, pup. Open your mouth and I'm going to tip this in. It'll help.