#bandaging

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First time doing this, kinda nervous... Day 1 - Bandaging - Childe Bday! - Stargazing

Sandor still feels rage when he sees the bandages. He knows what his own blood has done to her and it eats away at him slowly. "Thank you… I know I don't look the same… I-", she tries to apologize. "Don't give me any of that horse shit.", he scowls, dropping to his knees to help her finish undressing. "You've called yourself an ugly man since I've known you because of the burns. Now I match… How could you not be repulsed by me then?… How am I not ugly if that is how you see yourself?", she says, her logic digging into him. He knows she's right only partially. He hasn't even seen the damage to her properly. "I'm an ugly fucker, Fraye… But you… You could never be ugly to me.", he tells her, looking her in the eyes. She feels herself wanting to break. She's stayed strong for so long that she can feel herself finally giving way. "I… I think you are anything but an ugly fucker, as you like to put it.", she tells him, cupping his scared cheek in her hand. He leans into her touch. "Then if I'm not ugly, you can't be either, Kitten.", he replies. Her breath hitches. She hasn't heard that nickname in a long while. It makes her heart swell. Everything starts to set in that he's really here in front of her and it isn't another dream or fantasy all in her head. "Thank you for saving me.", she tells him, tears spilling over her eyes. He leans forward, kissing her softly and stopping the water flowing from her eyes. "I'd cut my arms from my body if it meant you were safe… I'd step into flames for you and burn away everything I am if it meant your happiness.", he whispers to her. She brings her arms around him as they embrace. He holds her close, tears wanting to well in his own again. He takes in a deep breath, inhaling her scent. He missed her soft touches and feminine smells. It seems to always lull him to contemptment. He can even hear her heart beating through her chest. He wants to thank any gods that may exist for the fact that it is still beating. He forces himselt to pull away, knowing he's pushing on her wounds. "Let's change your dressings before we eat.", he tells her. She nods, "Yes but you should let your clothes dry before morning." He nods, realizing he's still soaking wet. He stands, quickly removing the rest of his clothes before she helps him set them all in front of the fire to dry. He moves to their satchel and pulls out the ointment. She can't help but stare at Sandor's naked form. She was abused more times than she can count by Gregor and she's not sure when she'll be ready for Sandor's touch in that way again. She can't help but to marvel at him anyway. His tall, strong body has always managed to set her on fire. Right now is no exception. He turns to her ointment in hand and finds her staring. His face flushes a little. He tries to dismiss the thoughts forming on his head. He knows it'll be a while before she'll accept him in her bed again. He sets the container down on the bed before moving to her. He helps her unravel each wrapping, his eyes traveling to the burnt swirls covering her.

[Image ID: Three images.

The first image is a digital drawing of two men, one sitting in front of the other, who is standing.

The one sitting is named Sidun and his face is scrunched in pain and is doubling over in pain. One of his arms is held out beside him, wrapped in a bandage. He has light skin, short, slightly wavy blond hair with black roots, and many tattoos.

The other man who is standing, named Gene, is gently holding Sidun’s bandaged arm and looking down at him in concern. He has shaggy, curly, auburn hair and lighter mid toned skin.

The second image is the same as the first, but with faint background of green and light green stripes. The third image is the same drawing as the other two, but with no brown filter or background.