Aww, A!As you're making this Author!Anon blush! Hopefully there aren't as many typos in this one as the last...... My bad..
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Amund turned away putting some ingredients into the mortar and began to crush them silently. Argis curiously watched his thane work, making note of how his trained hands quickly ground up whatever he had placed in. Argis thought that maybe his Thane had been a priest at one point but shook the thought, any man that well... defined couldn’t have been a priest.
The Dragonborn turned his head slightly and Argis quickly looked away. Opting to look at the trees in the distance instead. He heard his Thane shift beside him and cough lightly to get his housecarl’s attention. Argis turned to face him a bit reluctantly.
“Tunic off.” Argis went to tug his shirt off but his ribs seared in protest. He winced as he raised his arms. “We’ll cut it off then…” Amund said turning around.
Argis’ eyes went wide and his face felt hot. When the Dragonborn turned back he held a dagger in his hand. With careful movements the tunic was cut and then the Thane began to help slide it off. The thane’s fingers ghosted Argis’ skin leaving it feel almost like a burn, a good burn.
The Thane frowned once the Tunic was off. The makeshift bandage was dark red with drying blood. “When did you get these injuries?”
“Back at the ruin...” Argis admitted.
“You’re such an oaf.” Argis felt stinging in his cheeks again and he stood quickly, careful not to apply too much weight on his ankle.
“We can leave now, head back to Markarth. My ankle is good and I can walk on it. I’ll get healed by the priestesses at the temple.” Argis looked down his hair just long enough to shield his face, but also his Thane’s face from view. What was he doing? Argis didn’t know what had come over him… He dared a glance at the face of his Thane and saw an expression contort with worry.
“No you will not.” Argis turned and began to walk over to where the pack was. He would get his other tunic and then… wait, he didn’t have another tunic, yet before he could continue walking his wrist was seized and he stopped. There was a certain spark that seemed to jolt Argis into stopping. “Sit and at least let me change the bandage.”
Show No Weakness - Part 9/?
Hopefully there aren't as many typos in this one as the last......
My bad..
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Amund turned away putting some ingredients into the mortar and began to crush them silently. Argis curiously watched his thane work, making note of how his trained hands quickly ground up whatever he had placed in. Argis thought that maybe his Thane had been a priest at one point but shook the thought, any man that well... defined couldn’t have been a priest.
The Dragonborn turned his head slightly and Argis quickly looked away. Opting to look at the trees in the distance instead. He heard his Thane shift beside him and cough lightly to get his housecarl’s attention. Argis turned to face him a bit reluctantly.
“Tunic off.” Argis went to tug his shirt off but his ribs seared in protest. He winced as he raised his arms. “We’ll cut it off then…” Amund said turning around.
Argis’ eyes went wide and his face felt hot. When the Dragonborn turned back he held a dagger in his hand. With careful movements the tunic was cut and then the Thane began to help slide it off. The thane’s fingers ghosted Argis’ skin leaving it feel almost like a burn, a good burn.
The Thane frowned once the Tunic was off. The makeshift bandage was dark red with drying blood. “When did you get these injuries?”
“Back at the ruin...” Argis admitted.
“You’re such an oaf.” Argis felt stinging in his cheeks again and he stood quickly, careful not to apply too much weight on his ankle.
“We can leave now, head back to Markarth. My ankle is good and I can walk on it. I’ll get healed by the priestesses at the temple.” Argis looked down his hair just long enough to shield his face, but also his Thane’s face from view. What was he doing? Argis didn’t know what had come over him… He dared a glance at the face of his Thane and saw an expression contort with worry.
“No you will not.” Argis turned and began to walk over to where the pack was. He would get his other tunic and then… wait, he didn’t have another tunic, yet before he could continue walking his wrist was seized and he stopped. There was a certain spark that seemed to jolt Argis into stopping. “Sit and at least let me change the bandage.”