[Her words echo in him in a way he doesn't want but knows he needs. 'I have everything to give right now.' For a moment...he could close his eyes and imagine it's his family around him. His rogues quick hands, Amnos' steady presence, even if the anger thrummed in him like a heartbeat, Silver's gentle assurances and support. It's normal for tears to escape for pain, they'd probably politely ignore it if he let some slip free now...but his eyes sting and his breath shudders and he breathes through it until it passes. The family he misses isn't here, but he has this one.
Hawke's magic works more slowly than he'd prefer but it does work and the rib knits itself together. The bruising at the bone calms and the layers on his skin lessen. Enough that his next lungful is full, even if it aches.
He opens his eyes to meet Hawkes and nods once the sheath is from his mouth. He resolves to Mend it of its bite mark later.]
Yes...thank you. You're helping plenty...might actually be able to lay easier now.
[If he can deal with the bruises he knows mottles the skin of his ass and thighs, he'll be practically right as rain again.
Chris brings Amelia's hand up to his lips to kiss the back of it in thanks.]
I've...it's back at home, but I've a cream fit for taking the pain out of flesh that Cinder made for me. Worst case, I'll see someone bring it for me tomorrow. The rest is only bruising, at least.
[Deep bruising, but not broken bone. He looks back to Amelia with a small smile.]
Not that I think it'll matter to you, but I'm set to take my pants off.
[Just as fair warning before he moves to lower the loose pants he'd been leant. He almost wishes they'd just fucked him, that would have been less embarrassing, less shameful, than the dark, horizontal strike marks across his ass and thighs. He'd learned long ago from a city punishment Festival had given him, that he liked spanking, to a degree, yet he'd allowed it from no one even then, that now he wasn't sure he'd welcome it. Not when the memory of those strikes, unrelenting despite his cries, still linger in his mind.
They'd sought to shame him from his more 'assertive' nature, to 'break him in' for his dom as a favor. He hated that, on some small level, it feels like it might have worked. He held his head high...but the urge to mouth off, to bite, was gone.
cw: reference to noncon and d/s dynamics
Hawke's magic works more slowly than he'd prefer but it does work and the rib knits itself together. The bruising at the bone calms and the layers on his skin lessen. Enough that his next lungful is full, even if it aches.
He opens his eyes to meet Hawkes and nods once the sheath is from his mouth. He resolves to Mend it of its bite mark later.]
Yes...thank you. You're helping plenty...might actually be able to lay easier now.
[If he can deal with the bruises he knows mottles the skin of his ass and thighs, he'll be practically right as rain again.
Chris brings Amelia's hand up to his lips to kiss the back of it in thanks.]
I've...it's back at home, but I've a cream fit for taking the pain out of flesh that Cinder made for me. Worst case, I'll see someone bring it for me tomorrow. The rest is only bruising, at least.
[Deep bruising, but not broken bone. He looks back to Amelia with a small smile.]
Not that I think it'll matter to you, but I'm set to take my pants off.
[Just as fair warning before he moves to lower the loose pants he'd been leant. He almost wishes they'd just fucked him, that would have been less embarrassing, less shameful, than the dark, horizontal strike marks across his ass and thighs. He'd learned long ago from a city punishment Festival had given him, that he liked spanking, to a degree, yet he'd allowed it from no one even then, that now he wasn't sure he'd welcome it. Not when the memory of those strikes, unrelenting despite his cries, still linger in his mind.
They'd sought to shame him from his more 'assertive' nature, to 'break him in' for his dom as a favor. He hated that, on some small level, it feels like it might have worked. He held his head high...but the urge to mouth off, to bite, was gone.