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turning tables

🕯️flins / illuga, 4.5k words 🕯️genshin impact 🕯️flins stitching up illuga's wounds and doing everything BUT kissing him

“I seem to have been… in a bit of a kerfuffle,” Illuga said, trying to explain himself even as Flins forced him to sit down, “while on the way to visit you.” “The Wild Hunt?” “The Wild Hunt,” Illuga confirmed. “And… ah, I’m so sorry about all the blood on your floor—” “Please don’t be.” “—but I’m afraid I’ll have to impose on you a little more,” Illuga scratched his head. His other hand—his non-dominant one, thankfully—had a long, bleeding cut on it that was still oozing blood onto Flins’ floor. “I lost all the supplies I was bringing to you, and now… might I borrow some of your medical supplies? I’ll bring back some more soon.”

Illuga made it his job to look out for Flins—but who’s taking care of who, really?