New idea based on other anons idea; Characters seeing MC come home injured but it's not a costume
TRIGGER WARNING: Injuries.
muriel: he would freak. Out. He would freak out. Even though you yourself are covered in all sorts of gashes and wounds from your altercation with whatever ungodly being was stalking the woods that night, the look in his eyes frightens you- for just a second. then, he’s on you, enveloping you in his arms and holding you tightly. he’s making sure you’re still there, and still breathing, and telling himself that you look worse than you actually are.
it takes you a while to calm him down enough to explain what happened. and then it takes you even longer to convince him not to go looking for the thing that injured you. instead you both stay in for the rest of the night. he refuses to let you do anything, bringing you drinks, blankets, etc. so that you don’t have to move a muscle.
lucio: he’d perhaps think it’s a joke or a prank, and have a laugh for a solid half-a-minute before realizing that you’re not laughing with him. then, with an order to a servant to call a doctor, he’d be at your side asking you what happened. he’d be surprisingly good at getting you to lay down, elevating your legs (or whatever you need), etc., surveying the damage. he would try to lighten the mood with a joke or two as your wounds get worked on, but you can see the cold sweat running down the side of his face.
portia: maybe it’s still Halloween night and she thinks the extra blood and paleness is you having put on more makeup. But then you look at her with your bloodshot eyes, sunken because you’ve dragged yourself all the way back to her cottage with a trail of something red leading right to the door. she would hesitate for just a second, dumbstruck, then start moving to grab medical supplies from the bathroom/cabinets while asking you in a frantic voice “what happened?! oh my god ohmygodohmygod-”
she would be very competent at helping to heal you (look at who her brother is). afterward, you would both need a lot of cuddling time to recover. you would spend the rest of the night (and well into the next morning) on the couch.
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Asra: “Welcome back!” He’d greet you, hearing the door open. “Would you like something to dr-” but his voice would cut off as soon as he saw the state you were in. The world would stop for a second, Asra forgetting to breathe, but then time would rush forward and Asra would be there, your arm around his shoulder as he helps you to the couch. You’d feel the softness of his hands brushing against your skin, magic making them warm as you explain what happened, your cuts mending and bruises fading as Asra pours all of himself into healing you. You’d fall asleep on the couch together, Asra exhausted from pushing the boundaries of his magic, you from the injuries. You’d be wrapped into his arms, his lips against your ear whispering how much he loves you, how glad he is you’re okay, how whatever or whoever hurt you will pay.
Julian: Freeze. Panic. Remembers he’s a doctor and then medical mode activated. All within the time span of three seconds. You’d be lying flat on the bed before even being able to register it. His gentle fingers would go to work, assessing the injuries, bandaging and even stitching you were needed with his face tight in concentration. But when his gaze meets your eyes his expression would soften, his familiar grin causing a smile of your own. As soon as you’re tended too he’d bundle you, softly, into his arms as you explain what caused your injuries. He’d hold you tightly all night, not daring to sleep. When you wake up in the morning your bandages would already be changed, his hands still lightly tracing your injuries as if they’ve burned themselves into his mind.
Nadia: She immediately goes into crisis control. She’d immediately be calling for a doctor as she rushes to you, her familiar scent already calming your frantic breathing. Nadia’s strong and capable. She’d help you get comfortable on her bed as you wait for the doctor to show, her eyes and hands roaming your body to gauge the severity. She’d ask all the right questions without wasting any time, a cold fire stoking in her eyes as you explain what happened. She’d be right there as the doctor goes to work, holding your hand and keeping you calm, only leaving your side once you’re fast asleep, and only long enough to make sure whatever happened will never be a threat to you again.
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