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[travelerscurse]

It's not until everything goes quiet that Gustavain realizes anything is wrong.

Before that, it's just battle, one opponent after the next, call the Light to his fingertips and send it lancing out to a foe or to heal an ally. Again. Again. Again. Everyone thinks of such things in terms of their beauty, but for him, the Light has only ever been brutal in his hands, even his healing being too quick, too desperate, for subtlety and grace. He doesn't mind. War isn't beautiful.

But when the last soldier falls (and he's tried to keep as many of them just injured instead of dead as he can, but it's hard when they won't stay down) that he realizes that he might not have to worry about whether or not he's killed them afterall, because out in the frigid cold, they might all be dead, himself included. The world goes quiet-- it's just him and the ruins and the trees and the snow and his labored breathing before he pulls his scarf hurriedly up over his face to conserve warmth. Where is he? How far as he gone from the fighting? He doesn't panic, but his brain is quickly turning over his situation and how best to resolve it, ears straining against the muffling snow.

And then he hears it-- first one clash of metal against metal, then another, a cry of pain from someone, and he doesn't know friend or foe but he's running towards the sound instantly, unwilling to risk it fading and losing his way again. He's expecting to find a squad from the noises, but finds only another lone warrior, fending off half a dozen soldiers, with at least another 3-4 already dispatched. His breath catches when he sees how they are dressed, what they are wielding, because oh, he knows that weapon, but there's no time to think about that now. They are outmatched by so many, even though they have fared well to last this long, and his hands gather power now as he runs.

It's probably surprising to feel regenerative magics before she even sees that someone else has joined the battle. It's probably more surprising to see what's clearly a bundled up healer run right up beside her rather than using her as cover, light suddenly lancing in all directions. The soldiers fall back a moment, seem dazed by the brightness-- giving her an opening.

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[dawnsdarkness]

"I would," she says, and while a bit of chipper cheekiness remains on the surface, there's something darker, almost familiar underneath. She doesn't move from her spot, but the height difference between them doesn't seem to matter that much, the way she sits up straight giving her something of an imposing air as she reaches up to his face. From the outside, the touch may look sweet, a soft caress, but behind the curve of his jaw Gustavain can feel the slight bite of nails sharpened to be more like claws, threatening to draw blood. "Especially since he wants to."

(There is it, why this might be familiar. She wants to see, you want to show her--)

[travelerscurse]

She can see him relax into it, the way his expression slides even more heavy lidded. He tilts his head to the side to bare his neck just slightly as she reaches for it, then leans into the caress once it's there. Into the palm of her hand, yes, but also into those nails.

"Mm, I do," he confirms, because it's important, "I want to." And then, because it's also important, "If you want someone who'll fight you, say so now. I'd not wish to prove unsatisfactorily... accommodating, but I've little mind to resist otherwise." And then, there's still a little smirk, his humor as always rising to the forefront, a little show that she need not worry his easy acquiescence means losing his personality,

"Besides, what is the point in resistance when both of us can mend," he teases, but also allows, draws part of a line-- she is the clothing mender, of course, that's how this started, but he can knit flesh, bone. It's permission, if she wants it, deliberately open-ended.

[dawnsdarkness]

She runs her thumb over his cheek, a sweeter gesture to offset the way her nails dig in a little deeper, raising red lines across his skin as they draw little circles. "Mm, no, you don't need to," she says, cocking her head slightly, "I don't mind it, but it's not what I'm looking for, either."

She shifts up, bringing her legs to either side of his, raised up so she's closer to his face (which has the side effect of showing off how very toned her lower half is). "That doesn't mean I'm not going to hurt you, though," she warns, her bubbly voice now rich and dark as she leans in, biting down on the curve of his neck.

[travelerscurse]

He hasn't yet been forbidden touch, so he reaches up and slides his hands around the backs of her thighs when she raises up like that. His hands are a little heated, this is no platonic, helpful touch, but there's nothing groping about it, either, and he doesn't reach further for her either for his own gratification or to please her in a way she hasn't asked for. It's simply a bridge, a point of anchoring and connection.

He doesn't have anything smart to say to her telling him she's going to hurt him, but the way the side of his mouth curls up in a little smirk says everything he's not about how he feels about it. And then her teeth dig into his skin and he makes the sweetest little noise, soft and aching.

It's been a long time since he let himself indulge like this. He's going to enjoy every moment of it.

[dawnsdarkness]

"Such a sweet boy," she all but coos, knuckles of her free hand brushing over his cheek. It's the kind of tone that could inspire many things, depending on the mood of the listener; some might be inclined to push back, fight her and test her, but if Gustavain's already not inclined to put up a fight, it might be more soothing, inviting him to sink further into this and let her do what she will. "I'll take very good care of you~"

She gives him a brief little kiss to his lips, similar to that head kiss she gave him earlier, before turning her faze down towards his remaining clothing. "Get the rest of this off," she tells him simply, "...Unless you really want to test my mending skills, I suppose."