#cr verse: margaux

[not-your-chosen]

@songshieldandselfcare gets a man for orym to kiss eventually

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To be fair, Sebastian and Margaux's small cottage was the only house out there for miles, kind of stuck in the middle of some wild thicket and overgrown woods. They would see some travelers around every two month but not really in any dire straits or anything. They all had enough, and the twins had enough as well. with a farm and chickens and reformed war-dogs...

Needless to say it was an odd occurrence to find a halfling nearly dead on their doorstep in the morning. Part of him wondered how long he'd been there, but as soon as Margaux brought it do his attention he was quick with a healing spell, his twin sister moving back inside the cottage for a quick moment to grab some more healing items.

"That was a little scare, wasnt it?" Sebastian smiled down on the unknown man that currently was situated with his head in the others lap. "How are you feeling?''

[not-your-chosen]

Sebastian gave a small smile but that quickly falters when the man sat up quickly. Putting a hand on his shoulder, he keeps the smaller steady. Watching him mumble he looks back to his sister in the door way with the underused aide kit they stored away somewhere for a time like this. Or, well, more frequently splinters and accidental cuts.

"I am Sebastian, this is my Twin, Margaux." Mar wordlessly held up her hand in a hello. "Maybe it would be best if you laid back down, for now at least."

Margaux comes round to the front of the halfling, setting her kit down and sitting next to him on one side. Her slender hands were gentle with him the entire time, disinfecting, applying gauze, wrapping... the utmost care given to the halfling.

"Do you think you can walk inside?" Margaux asked, eyes turning to the morning storm brewing in the small patch of sky they could see. "I can carry you-if you wish." Sebastian adds, sounding less eager and more concerned

"Um... sore." Orym gave a small chuckle. A nervous chuckle. The halfling was in seemingly good spirits, but otherwise...

Well, he was in a place he didn't recognize with a person he didn't recognize... In a very intimate way. He sat up, maybe too quickly, as his head rung like a tuning fork with pain. He squeezed his eyes shut, a hand touching his forehead. Though it was the side of his head that held the healing wound.

"Sorry--" Orym didn't know what he was apologizing for. He had the strangest feeling as if he'd let someone down... Lost something.

"I'm..." He began, but... whatever name he was about to give came and went from his mind as casually as a summer breeze.

"I don't..." Orym took a short breath, trying to control himself. Don't panic. You're safe. He hoped.

"Who are you?"