#purehardt

No one knew the castle better, except maybe the stone masons. Of course, they would. He knew the secret passageways and took them more than the main hallways. It was just a way to hide away from his guards. He could just herd three children through the main halls to the kitchens now, could he?

The cook was used to it and kept his mouth shut about the whole thing. Which Lúcio appreciated. The young Prince grabbed three pastries and handed them off to the young children. “Remember this is our secret okay? Hurry up and finish those okay?” Just then the door to the kitchen opened up and he hoped to his feet. The children all moved under the table in efforts to hide.

tbh, im not an expert at dnd, but i am learning!!

I would love my own kind of monster/old school Jesse!!!

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Closed starter for @purehardt

“This might sting a little.”

Carefully he puts some disinfectant on the white cloth he’s holding, before he moves back to Reinhardt, carefully dipping it against the cut on his upper arm. The larger man winces, and he gives the old knight a look, before his gaze falls back to the wound that he continues to disinfect. 

“I warned you beforehand.” 

His voice is soft, unhearable to anyone who is not standing close to them. Reinhardt is seated on a bed in the temporary med-bay at the current location they are staying at. Zenyatta had already bandaged his chest, stomach and the wrist of his left arm, and was now working on the cuts on his right. How he managed to get this hurt was beyond him, especially with all the armor he had been wearing. But a grenade schrapnel can do a lot to a man, and Reinhardt wasn’t as young anymore.

But if it hadn’t been for Reinhardt, their team would’ve been no more.

Mercy was currently working on the rest of the team, making sure they were fine, while Zenyatta had taken it upon himself to treat Reinhardt. He cared for the man. Sure, their friendship had started a bit rocky, with Reinhardt having fought many, many omnics, but he appeared to be an open-minded person, and the rocky road gave way for a well-paved one.

Silently the omnic worked until all wounds were done, before grabbing the bandages again, and starting to wrap them around his arm. But he could feel Discord well up inside of himself. Frustrated and worried, he had been.