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A swipe of a glaive slashed upwards as Talon taunted the next wave of Mawsworn to himself, his breath jagged and unsteady from fatigue that was a slow onset. All around them, the fallen army of the Jailor had littered the ground and yet the endless waves seemed to have no lull in their arrival.
âWHAT IS THE HOLD UP?!â Talon hadnât meant to raise his voice at Jackary but trying to scream over the countless shrieks of the souls and the clashing combat left him with very little filter.
âIâM SORRY!â Jackary had managed (with quite a bit of struggle) to drag the satellite closer to the edge of the River, tucking it into a bit safer of an area to work but not without several painful hits the Mawsworn managed to sneak in before Onyx and Talon could pull them free from the frantic dragon.âI donât have the fuckinâ tools to fit his new design, Iâm tryinââ!â
Talon blinked at that, glancing back to look at Jackary, reminded of something he was supposed to give to the dragon. âFUCK! Right! I was told to give this to you!!â Finding a brief reprieve in their combat to snag the item from his pockets, it was thrown at the blondâs direction in hopes it would land at least somewhere close enough for it to be reached. He didnât have enough time to get close without dragging the Mawsworn already chewing on him but when he took his eyes off the enemy for just a moment to look over at Jackary, it was a prime opportunity for a surprise attack.
Though the goggles took the brunt of the hit, a set of claws swiped over Talonâs face, scratching across the lens and down his cheek, easily spilling the manâs blood upon the ground. He could see the damage to the goggles which further ignited his inner anger, the anger that the gifted equipment was damaged sent Talon into an unbridled fit of rage. Each attack became all the more aggressive in return, swiping and blocking every attack that came after until the creature that had landed the lucky strike was pinned down and decapitated in turn.
Jack hand only glanced over as best he could and just in time to see something be thrown at him, hands desperately reached out to catch it. Fumbling the item, it took him a moment to finally capture it before it was brought up to reveal just what Talon had thrown at him. Instinct told Jackary to drop it, the screaming voice in the back of his mind recognized the item instantly as Darnathâs tool that was NEVER be touched by anyone but him.
In the wake of death all around them, the lingering scent of Azurick and Darnath remained on it and it was all Jack could do not to bury himself in the smells. It was a question for later as to how Talon had managed to snag the enchanted tool but for now, the dragon racked his brain on how it worked. A gift from Azurick, all he had to do was think of what size and shape he needed for the tool and it would form into that, which explained why many of the bolts and engineering latches were custom shapes.
âCome on, come on, come on...â Jack hissed at himself, the anxiety bellowed in his chest but the moment he looked back at the satellite, the item in his hand let out a subtle glow, shifting into the toolset needed for the satellite alone, causing a breath of relief to ease his struggled chokes for air. Finally, Jackary was able to dig into the control panel and start to repair the damage from the satelliteâs crash landing.
In fussing with it all, Jack flinched every time he was nicked by the debris of the fight or the souls trying to escape the river, his ears pinned back to drown out the sounds of Onyx and Talon further and further falling, wounded because they were defending him. They were running out of time.
âWhat would Moonlight do...â A scream of frustration was roared out at the machine which only caused a low, bellowing chuckle around them from the Jailor who had grown quite interested in the scene below, for it had drawn his attention from the constant onslaught of his soldiers. Yet in the midst of the Jailorâs taunting, another voice seemed to whisper into his ears, making Jackâs eyes dilate and almost instantly well in the corners with tears.
âItâs the actuator coils. The fire stripped them of their insulation and now theyâre stuck half open. Just kick it, Baby. Oh and youâre arcane refractor is off a few degrees... see there?â
Darnathâs voice resonated through Jack and though he was quick to look around to see if he was actually there, he also knew he didnât have time to panic now. His vision glanced down to peek at the refractor, opting to trust the voice of reasoning of a man who wasnât there in the situation but it paid off, for once the refractor was aligned, Jack coiled his fingers into a fist and slammed it down on the machine, instantly causing it to light up.
Feeding his own arcane into it to help charge the machine, both his and Talonâs goggles lit up, their blinking red lights of their locations easily seen on the technology that also signaled Jackâs distress beacon that had been activated from his trips to the Maw. Heaving a breath of excitement, a hand moved up to his ear cuff, pressing lightly against the comm to activate it.
Please work.
âAtlas HQ - Altas 3 - Atlas 1,â he breathed in, briefly making eye contact with Talon once the demon glanced back to nod and assure he could hear the staticky message coming through. Headquarters, Alinith and Darnathâs second channel. âAtlas Commander, this is The Lynx and The Fury, comms should be operational, over.â The static reply had Jack snarl a bit in anticipation.Â
âAtlas, do you cââ Jackâs voice was cut off by an ear-piercing screech. A winged Mawsworn dove down, snagging Onyx up in mid-swing of her attacking another, each powerful downward push of its wings an indication that it had every intention of taking her away. âONYX!â Unaware that his comm was still open, Jack pocketed Darnathâs tool and finally joined the fight, for both he and Talon leapt into battle to try and help save her. Unfortunately for the trio, fate was to be even more cruel.
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Trick or Tease had gone off without a hitch, everything perfect and though Jackary had been working most of the evening, could it have really been considered work when his job was to look pretty, sparkle and make sure people were enjoying themselves at the party?
âIâll see you later at home, Gaston?â
The last words heâd heard from Dicenne and while theyâd just been between the pair of friends, the idea of âhomeâ was sentimental, the fact that Dice had so willingly taken Jack in and referred to it as their own meant a lot to the beast and it further warmed his heart, especially after Jack had voiced his concern about encroaching on the Blacksmithâs life for so long already. Yet, Dice would never know just what sort of nightmare it was holding back that Jack wasnât left alone to his thoughts, to the Emerald Nightmare corruption that was stilled within his heart.
At the end of the day, the Tartâs fun-loving  Jackary was still a dragon, he still suffered in silence over things that one wouldnât give much thought to.
âIâll be home, soon!â He had wanted to keep an eye on the dwindling guests and he had a sneaking suspicion that home wasnât Diceâs first stop. It also left him time to spot a familiar Goblin sitting off to the side, nose and fingers in a book, scribbling away at whatever private thought he was having.Â
The first time Jackary had ever tried to speak with Kavo, it hadnât gone as well as hoped but he also knew the Goblin was a busy fellow and then, Jack had been just a face in the crowd. Â Even now, working together, there were some that the creature wasnât as close to as the others, something he wanted to remedy. They were all his family, after all.
What at first was like pulling teeth to get the entertainer to even smile soon relaxed into a fair and fine evening, both conversed and the longer they did so, the more they realized just how much they truly had in common. Hours had gone by and the last of the party dwindled, leaving just Kavo and Jack to sit next to each other, laughing through the evening together.
âIâll walk you home,â the goodbye had started, Kavo doing his best to show Jackary some manners.
âYouâre going to walk me home? AAAAAAALL the way to Dicenneâs from here?â Jack chortled at the thought. âWeâd arrive by sun up if that was the case!â
At first they both joked they were Mages but as the pair had finally pushed themselves up to leave and ascended the steps to get out of the Keep, Jack slowed briefly, tilting his head.
What if we just... walked there?
As guessed, the sunrise had been beautiful as he and Kavo walked together, naturally only using just a bit of magic to put them on the correct continent. Their motions were calm while they talked through the night, both rather joyful of each otherâs company and by the time they reached Diceâs place, the unlikely friends parted their separate ways, both agreeing a shower and a nap were well in order after the full night of party.
Once Jack stepped inside, there was a quick realization that Kara was still asleep and Dicenne? A quick whiff of the air indicated that he hadnât even come home yet. It was little to worry about or think on, and instead the dragon drudged his way through the kitchen, easing off his shirt to set it in the dirty laundry before hands were at least cleaned of the glitter that remained coated all over the sweat still on his form from quite happily walking all night. It had cleared his head and left him to focus on the morning.
The Mage had decided to at least surprise Kara with breakfast, gathering the necessities for pancakes and to cure his hangover that was quickly starting to catch up, a batch of mimosa was chilled and ready to go. In the midst of setting the pancakes on the griddle, a familiar noise sounded of the front door opening and when Jack glanced over just to make sure it was who it should have been, Dice pulled himself through the entry, a hand pushed through the messy, bleached blond hair from his costume the prior night.
Both glanced to one another, as they were both still in the party costumes, Jackâs hair still long and black from the illusion which was an indication he hadnât even bothered to shake it off yet. It was instantly that they both knew each of them had quite a long night.
âWell good morning, Sunshine.â Jack kept his voice low, winking to Dicenne who gave the telltale groan of having perhaps had a bit too much fun Before coming home. A second glass was snagged from a cupboard and soon filled with the lovely mimosa to be slid over in a peace offering.
âYou just get home?â Dice mumbled, sinking down upon the table once he took the drink to nurse it, fully knowing it would have at least helped him to bed.
âI was out with Kavo all night, just got in not but half a chime before you and you... I can smell what youâve been up to, so....Pancakes?â Giving a knowing wink, Jack met Diceâs briefest Deer-In-The-Headlights glance before the two shared tired chuckles.
âSo my buddy Hyjal has a way to possibly find Dar,â Jack opted to finally touch on the conversation they briefly had the night before at the Howling Owl, it was an idle talk and very soft so as not to disturb the headaches both were trying to survive through. âI know I said I wouldnât be home for a while, just have to grab something from the farm house and then Iâll have more details. Not sure when, just yet... But I didnât want you to feel like it was sudden or something was wrong.â As Jack spoke, he flipped the pancakes, reaching to take another sip of his drink soon after. âHyj seemed pretty convinced he could track him down.â In truth, Jackary was hoping to find the fate of his Knight before Season started. Though, it didnât help that he already felt itchy.
âGood morning!â Before Pancakes could even be served to the groggy boys, Kara had made herself known like a ray of sunlight in the bleak darkness of still trying to catch up to the night. Happy, peppy, delighted at pancakes, her normally beautiful greeting and chipper attitude was a stark contrast to the soft whispers Jack and Dice had been sharing previously.
They loved her, but that morning? It was painful.
âHow about you get the first pancakes and you can tell us if theyâre any goodââ Jack tried to quell the situation once Diceâs head hit the table, though the only thought truly running through the beastâs mind had been one word: Mood.
As excited as Jack was to have a lead on possibly finding Darnath, in the process of serving pancakes to Kara and the pair urging her to go eat and play outside so they could have a bit of peace and quiet in their own self-inflicted agony, he realized that this had become a family to him, something he hadnât truly had since the days of Chaoti and the adventures with his cousin. The world seemed to slow down for a moment when this thought hit and even hungover, Jackary was all smiles. Tired smiles, but smiles.
Heâd found a home and family and now all he needed to make it perfect was his partners to return. He had hoped that somewhere in the stars, Azurick was still enjoying the exploration and that wherever Darnath had been, he was safe, sound and knew that his Dragon still searched, if only to make things right. Even if severely hungover.
> Â @dicenneââ | @karaamberlight | @kavothegoblin
Somewhere within the confines of the Warlockâs journey, a letter had appeared. A folded scroll with a single snowy feather inside, the tip faded to green, it was easily recognized as belonging to one of Jackâs armbands.
Starfell,
I heard youâve lived up to your name and are traveling the stars, although we deeply miss you at home. The bed is colder, there is no lap to lay in, no grooming in the garden. Az⌠There are so many things Iâve wanted to tell you, thousands of stories I wanted to share with you, millions of memories I wanted to make but now I can feel the limited time encroaching.
When we first met, I know it was rough. We didnât get along but for the greater good of our friends, we cohabitated just so they could be happy. I always thought you were super weird, especially when you blew up the equipment of the machines that had been holding dragons captive. After that, I had to question your sanity⌠A lot.
Slowly, we had developed an awkward friendship and the more I was around you, the more I found myself drawn to you. You fascinated me, your quirky personality was unlike anything Iâd ever seen before. You became precious to me, something I wanted to protect, someone I wanted to assure was happy. Part of me wanted to make you mine but at the time, it was simply not meant to be.
When you and Darnath got together, I was jealous. I was so happy for the both of you but I was upset that I didnât have you and him, that I didnât obtain that happiness that you both received from each other. I felt like part of me was dying from wanting to be that close. I didnât understand what it meant for a long while but it was there⌠It was in me.
Dragons tend to forget about things such as age, thousands of years to us is nothing while mortals struggle through growing up. I had never thought about it when we sent the little love notes back and forth behind everyoneâs backs until you became severely ill. No one would let me near you, Darnath snapped at me and it was then that I wanted to confess that I loved you. I wanted to snarl right back but it wasnât my place. Instead, I brought you seashells, sneaking in through the window while you slept to press soft kisses to your cheek and leave the gifts for you to show that I was still there. My own way to send you secrets.
I have so many shells now that I want to give you, you can find them in a box under a hidden floorboard beneath the bed. Youâll also find a few of your wands there⌠Iâm sorry that I broke them. Maybe a weaponsmith can repair them.
To finally tell you, albeit in writing, my feelings for you⌠It was nervewracking. When you came up at me yelling about the letter I felt my heart stop, I thought I was going to die. Instead, we went to Northrend and I watched you explore an Engineerâs dream. I watched the way you moved and lit up, the sparkle in your eye, the twitch of your ears. I knew then how deeply I felt.
At first, I wasnât sure how to act but the longer we spent together, the easier I always found it was to talk to you. We clicked on everything and what we didnât, we talked it out. You seemed to understand me better than I understood myself. You were always there, calmly waiting.
You are the grounding rod in the lightning storm that is Darnath and I, the binding that keeps the three of us together. Without you and your endless patience, I donât think we would all be where we are now today. Itâs always amazed me what you put up with, a true love I could never fully appreciate or understand.
Do you remember the night I was getting ready to sail away and you came running up to me in the rain? That look in your eye of regret and fear instead of your happiness and confidence. The way you apologized, it was something I could never deny or shake from my memory. Every time I play the music box you gave me, I am drawn back to that kiss in the rain, that desperate movement between us as raw emotion was finally shown. There was no holding back, no one to tell us no or that it was wrong. Youâve always greeted me with that power since then and itâs something I greatly miss.
I miss my head on your hip as you sleep, being in your lap as you work. I miss hiding in your garden while you play and tell stories of books youâve read or previous adventures. I miss the way your eyes shine every time you look at Darnath and I. I miss everything about you, Az.
Every night I look up at the stars and wonder which one you are, which light you are dancing in and I still sing to you. I still wish upon you, my beloved Starfell. The longer we spend away from each other, the harder it becomes sometimes. I know itâs hard on Dar, I watch him struggle without you at our side but we know you are doing what you enjoy. Exploring.
You would be so proud of Moonlight â Atlas Company is doing really well and heâs grown so much. Heâs keeping steady work and still dancing at the faire, still doing engineering. Sometimes I think he overloads himself so he doesnât have to sit alone at night and let his thoughts wander. We both still do that sometimes.
Az⌠Something has happened. Iâm not well and while Alinith is trying to help find a cure, Iâve come to the realization that I feel I never expressed how much you mean and how deeply I love you. I wanted this to be a love note through the mail like we used to do, the words of flirting adoration scribbled on the paper. I always tried to imagine how your face would light up if you read the notes the way mine did. All of your letters are also in the box with the seashells. I kept every single one of them from all those years ago.
I regret not spending more time with you, not having more dances in the kitchen or making Deinmaar get more muddy pawprints on you. I want to spend a thousand more baths together, groom you every day. I want to see your smile, hear your voice. Your scent is fading and Iâm scared I will forget it. Will you let me keep the musicbox? It helps me sleep when youâre not here.
I donât want this to be the last time I say it, I had wanted to speak it to your face. I wanted to tell you how perfect you are while gazing into your eyes. How handsome you look with or without your eye piece and how happy you have made me for so many years. I wanted to go back to the Jade Forest with you on a date and watch the sunrise. The reds and golds of the sky in the morning always remind me of you. We talked about finding each other again in the next life and I know that if I donât get to finish this one with you, I will find you again and my heart will know.
[I would honestly say there were two intervals of when each relationship started and then their poly relationship was finally announced.]
AzurickIn the midst of Love is In The Air, Jackary had not-so-subtly finally written in a letter to Az that he had developed feelings for him. When Az approached, he was waving the letter in the air, demanding to know why Jack would say such a thing and it was nothing to tease about and then asked if it was true. They went on a date that night in Northrend to talk about it. Their relationship was actually a bit taboo and they kept it privately for quite a long time. Love notes were passed back and forth so that people didnât suspect anything between them.
Darnath:I would honestly say their growing relationship had begun the night Darnath carried Jackary all the way back home from being locked in a cage. Although much harder to pinpoint when they finally admitted to their feelings, it was a night in Teldrassil but their personal relationship didnât start until the Fire Festival while watching fireworks in Booty Bay. (This was shortly after the trio decided to get together.)
Together:When Az and Dar had begun dating, Jack was also heavily involved with the Vengeance and a large fallout happened. After reuniting, there had been a small amount of time that the two came to visit Jack in Northrend once they had set up the port. It was actually that night that they implanted the metal spinal plate into Jack so that wings could be attached later. Jack had tiredly joked that they should have just let him into their partnership. Az and Dar admitted they had talked about it and wanted Jackary to join their relationship into an open Poly. Three rules were put down as ground rules and the rest, as they say, is history.
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Jack had dozed off in a small nap, tucked away in the clean sheets as he had been grungy, unclean and unfit to normally be within the large bed. Eyes slowly opened when he came to, realizing that he was alone. When he understood he was still propped up on the headboard, he turned his attention towards Azurick who was fast asleep within the chair in the room, Deinmaar curled up beside him, as well.
âI got the Fury back to the little port in the Jade Forest. Aurora still needs some repairs, though.â
The voice made Jack turn his attention to Darnath who still hadnât left his leaning perch against the railing to the stairs. He figured he couldnât have been out for more than an hour if Darnath was still standing guard. âThank you... I was worried about her.â
âSheâs lucky to not be at the bottom of the ocean, really.â
Jack exhaled for a moment, releasing the soft amount of air. âI wouldnât let her...â he began, recalling the feverish fight to keep the ship from going under. âShe was dragged back to the shores and I... just didnât want to lose her.â
Darnath nodded slightly, âI saw the grappling hook.â He looked about the room, struggling to find something to talk about, anything that wouldnât start a fight. âIâm glad youâre not dead, though I was pretty sure I would feel it... if it came to that.â
The dragon watched the way his mate stood and let his eyes wander, it made Jackâs ears pin back to his head slowly. âItâs okay... to be mad at me...â he whispered, bowing his head. âI had planned on being back that afternoon to keep my promise to you and before I could say anything, they were packing the Fury full of soldiers. I had hoped it would have taken so long, that I would have only been gone a day or so tops... I know I broke a promise and I know there is no fixing that but it doesnât make me any less sorry for it.â
The demon just held up his hand somewhere in the mageâs response and stopped listening. âYou do not want this conversation right now. I love you, but this---â Darnath looked away and closed his eyes. âThis will get fixed, I love you and Iâm glad youâre safe. That is about the best I can offer right now.â
They werenât ready.
Jack closed his eyes as well, nodding once. âI know but I needed to get that off my chest,â he admitted, slowly easing down into the bed to lay proper as his attention turned to the ceiling. He watched the glimmering cascade of stars projected on it, a comfort that had been placed there as an illusion of the night sky when it would be cloudy and rain outside. âThank you... For removing the fel.â
Darnath glanced back at the male in the bed and then down at his own hands, once more looking towards Jackary afterward. âJack... I have not touched any fel in you...â
Scorched fingers reached down to pull up a bit of the bandaged from his torso, revealing the tail-tip still deeply embedded in his flesh. The blackened lines on his body ran to it, almost as if the fel had been drawn there and contained. Jack didnât bother speaking about it, instead his eyes closed to listen to the sounds of the Warlock sleeping across the room. âJust stay a little longer...â
A deep huff escaped Darnathâs frame and he moved to scoot the dragon over into the middle of the bed and sat next to him just on the edge of the bed. A set of fingers reached over to brush the tips down Jackâs cheek. âWhere else would I even go? Get some rest, I will be right here in the morning still.â
Jack leaned into the hand slowly, already half asleep from exhaustion. âAway,â he breathed in a soft answer, nuzzling the hand to follow the touch. âI love you...â the soft murmur lingered, soon followed by shadow breaths of sleep.
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Azurick had been the first to go through the portal and waited for the others to appear, offering Jack an arm to lean on if he needed once he was through. âIs anything seriously damaged? What hurts?â He spoke in a fretting tone, eyeing the mage up and down.
Jack panted softly once he appeared, looking towards Azurick, the house and then back towards Darnath who was stepping through the closing portal. His mind began to collect itself and a hand reached to grasp the offered arm, steadying his shaken body. The most dumbfounded gaze befell his features... Almost as if nothing had just happened.
Darnath swayed faintly from the lingering dizziness of the portal but all he could do was give Jack a light pat on the back and distance himself, heading inside. âPerhaps you should get him settled, Az. I can get tea or something going. Coffee. Lots of coffee.â
Azurick nodded and tugged gently at Jackâs arm. âCome on,â he murmured quietly, watching the dragon with caution as they made their way into the house and then towards the stairs. âJack, I need you to talk. Speak. What happened to you? What needs attention?â
The beast followed inside while he continued to stare at the two back and forth, feeling his form sway when Deinmaar came tumbling down the stairs, barking wildly as he jumped up, all but running circles around the three. âMoonligh--..... Starfe--...â Jack could barely speak while ears fell back. His free hand blindly grasped at the excited dog, unable to control the tears forming within the mixed look of confusion and concern on his face.
They were here... Alive.
They were alive.
Darnath fussed with cups and hot water, even the kettles in attempt not to tense at the name called. âWeâre fine, Jack... You on the other hand... We were worried.â
Azurick shooed the growing pup towards the door irritably, ânot now, dog.â He glanced back to Jack. âIf you canât make it upstairs, you need to lay on the couch. You need to be horizontal.â
Jack swallowed faintly again when he felt Deinmaar pull away, the dog stopped his barking and followed Azurickâs command, trotting out the door. The hand that had been on Azâs arm tugged at it, the wary but brute strength of a clumsy dragon in the house aimed in tugging them towards Darnath. Jackâs other hand reached up to the Knight with every intention of suddenly clinging on, hugging both of them tightly. He couldnât let go, he wouldnât. For the first time in a month and a half, Jackary finally breathed. âYouâre alive... Oh gods youâre both alive..!â
When Dar was tugged close, his body stiffened initially, taking a moment to react. He gave in and wrapped his arms around Azurick and Jackary, hugging both in return, nuzzling Jackâs cheek a little in the process. âWell.. so much as a Death Knight can be,â he smirked a faint bit, âbut you really should go lie down.â
An irritable huff escaped Azurick at the hug but it was returned with a squeeze. âOf course weâre alive... Weâre the ones that should be saying that to you. But please, my dear, there is always time for hugs... I want to take a look at you.â
Jack nuzzled feverishly between them, drowning in the familiar scents as he settled to listen. He was home, they were there, this wasnât a dream... Calming to obey their requests, Jack left only after delivering soft licks to their cheeks. âAlright....â The beast murmured, reluctantly releasing his death grip on the two.
Darnath gave a little scritch under the dragonâs chin in return before he tried to muscle him in the direction of the stairs again. âCome on ya big baby, you have been in prison for fuck only knows how long, go sit back and let Az make sure youâre fine. Iâll bring you some tea and I can probably find a cupcake thatâs not terribly stale.â
Azurick nodded, firmly pulling Jack back towards the stairs. âSee? Cupcakes sound lovely but you canât have it until Iâve looked you over.â
Bribery at itâs finest.
Jack released a soft purr, finally limping towards where Azurick wanted him to go. The lethargic creature tried to perk at the idea of a cupcake but in the end, his defeated hobbles took him up the stairs. He breathed in scents around the house as if they were brand new to him again -- the soaps in the bathroom, the flowers from Azurickâs gardens, the lingering colognes...
It was heaven.
The elf helped Jack into the bed; fingers began to peel off layers of clothing, setting them aside. âNow, words Jackary. Is anything broken? Does anything hurt more than it reasonably should?â
The dragon eased onto the edge of the bed to sit down, furrowing a brow as the armour began to be stripped off. Below it were bandages, some newer than others, some rotting away. Splatters of old, dried blood on some of them were apparent, especially around his rib cage. It seemed that the armour had been placed on him to guard the bandages, if nothing else.
âThe Kirin Tor wrapped them...â Jackary whispered, sighing in relief when fingers started to peel the bandaging away, letting his skin breathe the cool air. Skittering along his chest was the remnants of fel, most of it removed and contained but the black lines still remained. âBurns... a lot of âem...â
Azurick sighed quietly, rubbing his forehead for a moment in thought. âAlright, weâve got some ointment around here...â He found it in the chest at the foot of the bed, gathering a few other materials as well. Once the oil was applied to the wounds, the elf took his time in wrapping each wound, speaking a bit softer. âMost of these will heal with time... but you need to rest. If you take things easy, youâll heal much faster.â
Jack shook his head but he didnât resist Azurickâs movements. Instead, his eyes clothes to simply trust the Warlock in his motions, flinching faintly from tender muscle here and there. For a long moment, he was quiet until his voice let out a soft reply from the scent of the Knight joining them in the bedroom. âIâm sorry.â
With all of his heart. He had the courage to say it.
Darnath hung back by the stairs reluctantly, holding some deep fried candy bars he had found. They werenât cupcakes, but they had become comfort food from the past. âWorry about getting better for now... Those burns wonât heal easy otherwise.â
Az nodded at Jackary. âI appreciate thatâ came in a quiet whisper. âItâs good to see you again... in bed, no less.â The Warlock showed a small smile to try and lighten the mood. âRest, handsome. We have a lot of catching up to do.â