[Gross. You're lucky he's used to having blood and taint smeared on him. Also, note to self: get a new day job because all this blood and taint is seriously not hygienic, why does he do this to himself?
Oh right, that whole... noble Warden sense of duty. Bummer.]
I know.
[This comes out softer and steadier than he would've thought--he does know. He'd started to forget, being nightmare-free for so long, but it'd all come rushing back to him that first night thrashing in tangled sheets. Fire in his blood. A song aching in the very roots of his teeth. Yeah, he knows.]
But sorry, I'm not into blood play, you'll have to safe that for another day.
[Taking the syringe out of Fitz's grasp, he moves to put his arms around him and haul him to his feet from behind to get him to a bed. The nearest vertical piece of furniture will do, too, so long as it's out of reach of sharp things.]
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Oh right, that whole... noble Warden sense of duty. Bummer.]
I know.
[This comes out softer and steadier than he would've thought--he does know. He'd started to forget, being nightmare-free for so long, but it'd all come rushing back to him that first night thrashing in tangled sheets. Fire in his blood. A song aching in the very roots of his teeth. Yeah, he knows.]
But sorry, I'm not into blood play, you'll have to safe that for another day.
[Taking the syringe out of Fitz's grasp, he moves to put his arms around him and haul him to his feet from behind to get him to a bed. The nearest vertical piece of furniture will do, too, so long as it's out of reach of sharp things.]