#also fiyero: [laughs] oh don't worry! i can't be killed.

[viladlind]

company + caress because good god we know fiyero needs that ( and also maybe throw a patch up in there because Yikes )

loud & deafening silence / in reference to the vampire encounter

' it was stupid, ' fiyero mumbles, and regrets it as soon as the words leave his lips. he doesn't dare look at basilio to gauge his reaction. for a moment, the sentence hangs between them.

   there's no difference to the way basilio handles him. gently, tenderly. the cloth that he's dabbing against the wound on fiyero's wrist is barely a touch at all. it's not too bad, really. throughout his journey in faerûn, fiyero has seen much worse, done much worse. from poisoned arrows to fireballs hurled in his direction, daggers and greataxes slammed into his middle. he's been hurt badly enough to die for a minute. (just a minute, never longer.)

   and he's sure seofon has seen worse, as well. as protector of the boundary, he must have. you don't wield power as devastating as his and never see battle, fiyero knows that much from seeing him on the nautiloid. so injuries can't be new to him either.

   but fiyero also knows that's not why there's a line of tension in his shoulders. it's not unfamiliarity with wounds. it's because fiyero is the one that was wounded. because he was being stupid.

   " fiyero, it wasn't stupid. " the tiefling lets out a shuddering breath, half protest, but doesn't say anything. when he finally looks at basilio, he just looks ... sad. that's most of it, at least. putting the cloth aside, he starts reaching for the bandages they gathered before settling down. " you were defending yourself. "

   giving him a pitiful look, fiyero nudges his chin towards his bag, removed from his corset. ' there's balm in there. will you put that on here before you bandage it? '

   " oh, yeah, of course. "

   fiyero is still a little dizzy. he lost ... a lot of blood. in hindsight it's almost impressive, that the vampire managed to drink so much in such a short amount of time. he's glad for the support in basilio, the fact that he doesn't have to patch himself up. glad, moreso, for the fact that they live so close to each other. it was easy to just show up at his doorstep instead of fiyero's own, when his steps had led him home without him realizing.

   there's still things to worry about. he'll have to meet up with astarion, try and see if he's at risk of turning. somehow, that also doesn't seem too horrible right now. he still has the worm in his brain, so he should be fine walking around in the sun either way.

   the thought makes a laugh bubble up, out of his throat. it turns into a sob he can't hold back. gods, when did he get so unused to hurt? when did he get so used to it?

   " fiyero. " basilio frames his cheek with one hand, coaxing the tiefling to look at him. fiyero does, even as he starts crying, not shying away from the closeness. basilio looks so torn. he still handles fiyero with the utmost of care, just finished bandaging him up properly. but fiyero knows that shadow over his face, what the hands holding him are capable of. " i should have been there. we're supposed to be a team, aren't we? "

   fiyero shakes his head, reaches out with his good hand to wrap it around basilio's wrist at the same time. ' i was just performing. you had no way of knowing. if i hadn't ... '

   if he hadn't mouthed off, he would probably be fine right now.

   he sniffles, his tail quivering where it wants to move, drops back down without getting anywhere. the pain there is low, pulsing. ' it's fine. basilio, really. we're being a team right now, hm? ' his good hand comes up, traces a few fingers down basilio's temple, place themselves against his cheekbone. if there's anything he doesn't want right now, it's his lover leaving him to go get revenge. out of a selfish desire to want him close, sure, but also because fiyero knows basilio�� seofon, needs this space where he's not expected to be strong. hurting somebody, killing somebody for fiyero ...

   he wouldn't feel good about it. not once it's done.

   ' don't leave. okay? kiss me. ' isn't that so much nicer?

   it is, as it turns out. basilio is getting a lot better at kissing. fiyero likes to think it's due to his helpful guidance. his tail does come around a bit too rapidly, then, an excited twitch that makes fiyero hiss against basilio's lips, and they part hurriedly.

   " your tail— "

   ' 's fine, it'll heal. ow. damned thing has a mind of its own ... can you put balm on here, too? '

   he does. bandaged and balmed as fiyero is, afterwards, with basilio still here, he makes a small note to hold his tail still the next time he asks for a kiss. which will be soon enough. it always is.