#slash sometimes i will leave mine in for herbal teas

[red-dye40]

tea poll to take back to the tea labs

[a-storm-of-roses]

October Fics Day 20: Tea

Pairing: Ronon Dex/Aiden Ford Pre-Slash

Rating: G

Words: 828

Summary: Aiden's not feeling too hot. Ronon wants him to stop running.

Set sometime during Pegasus Miracles.

Read on AO3 or below!

Ronon finds him in his room, rings the chime enough times that Aiden can’t credibly ignore him. He sloughs the blankets off, straightens his shirt and the covers, tries not to look as though he’s just crawled out of the bed.

“You look like crap,” Ronon says, pushing past him. “Get back in bed.”

“I wasn’t in bed,” Aiden protests, but Ronon just raises his brows and laughs. It tugs a smile from Aiden’s own aching head, and he shuffles back without protests, gets under the covers when Ronon throws him a look.

“You came here to make sure I was in bed?” Aiden asks after a moment, watching as Ronon rifles in the corner kitchenette.

“I came to make sure you were ok. You don’t have to crawl off and hide like a dying animal, you know.”

Aiden flushes, from fever he thinks, and he’s so thrown off by Ronon’s towering presence in his tiny, bare room, the way the man manages to be both unassuming and somehow take up the whole field of Aiden’s vision, that he almost misses the hissing sound of the electric kettle and the unmistakable sound of water being poured.

“How’d you even know I was sick?” Aiden asks. He’d only felt the beginnings of a cold when he’d last seen the team a couple days ago, the tickle in his throat, that telltale grossness in his sinuses, the headache that had threatened to bloom. He’d laid low since, huddled away in his room with packets of instant soup and Sheppard’s comic book collection, waiting for the damn thing to pass.

“You were sniffling at breakfast. You only took tea, even though you usually have coffee. Picked at your oatmeal. And then you didn’t show up to spar.”

Aiden groans. He’s only just begun to practice with Teyla again, sometimes joined by John and Ronon.

“Shit. Sorry. Was Teyla pissed off?”

Ronon chuckles, deep and rich. “Nah, just worried. John thought you might be in one of your moods, Teyla thought maybe she’s been demanding too much of you, that you still need more space.”

It shakes Aiden, just a bit, to hear it all put to bluntly, to hear Ronon talk about his feelings directly, with no euphemisms or qualifiers.

“Can you tell them I’m sorry? I just- I forgot.”

“Tell them yourself,” Ronon says, and then he’s pressing a hot mug into Aiden’s hands. He drops into the chair next to the bed, watching intently as Aiden sniffs the mug. His nose is too stuffed up, he can only get the slightest whiff of herbs and nothing else.

“This isn’t one of Teyla’s concoctions is it?” Aiden asks, skeptically. He can remember olen bark tea and tuttle root stew, and he has no desire to add stomach cramps to his already long list of ailments.

Ronon barks out a laugh.

“No, it’s one of mine. It’s a brew I used to make when I got sick running. It’s tulm leaves, some bitterroot, pinch of ground col. Couldn’t get any dried visaerium, but I substituted peppermint and chamomile, which works pretty well too.”

Aiden blows on the mug, takes a small sip. It tastes herbal and earthy, with just the slightest sharpness of the mint. It isn’t bad, he thinks, not at all. He takes another sip, the warmth soothing the tickle at the back of his throat.

“It’s sweet?” he asks. He’s never had tulm, but col is a woodsy bark and bitterroot, is, as the name implies, anything but sugary.

Ronon looks pleased with himself, and Aiden wonders for a moment, when he started to be able to decipher Ronon’s moods. “I added honey. Jennifer said it helps with sore throats.”

“It’s good. Thanks,” Aiden adds, almost as an afterthought.

They sit in a comfortable silence, Aiden sipping his tea and Ronon watching. It should be disconcerting, a bit awkward if nothing else, but Aiden finds his presence soothing, familiar.

With every hot, sweet mouthful, Aiden can feel the ache in his tissues ease, the tension in his head dissipate. Warmth returns to his bones, and he shuffles a little further down into bed.

“I wasted a lot of time. Not letting other people help. You don’t have to do that, you know.” Ronon says. He reaches down, tugs the blanket over Aiden’s feet, where a few sock-clad toes have been exposed.

Aiden grunts, non-committal and Ronon sighs. He finishes the tea, and Ronon takes the empty mug, rinses it and sets it on the side.

“You should have some every few hours. Just add a few heaping spoons to the teapot. I left a jar on the side.”

Ronon moves to leave, and maybe it’s the fever, not quite broken, or maybe it’s the tea, already easing Aiden towards a light doze, but he murmurs before he thinks.

“Stay.”

His eyelids droop, and he catches Ronon sliding back into the chair, just before he drifts off to sleep.

[zevet-xiv]

LF RP connections!

[header art by @yoiku​]

Hi folks! I’ve never done one of these before, so I apologize if I leave anything important out or if it’s a bit of a long-winded mess.

Because I’ve decided not to pursue any more large-scale, heavy RP FC’s and remain in my current one, I’m looking to establish some (preferably) long-term or short-term RP connections for my soft lionboy, Zevet Jharaji! However, there are a few things I want to mention first to sort of get out of the way so I’ll put everything behind a read more because I TYPED TOO MANY WORDS.

I’m really, really not interested in RP situations that are going to be highly centric on another character constantly antagonizing, bullying, and/or threatening mine. I’m fine with tension and I’m fine with reasonable amounts of animosity, and I have no problem with brash characters! Really! Drama is great! … But I’ve been experiencing a particularly discouraging trend lately where many of my IC interactions have essentially been nothing more than a constant slew of antagonistic behavior toward my character because he’s gentle and an ‘easy’ target. I totally understand that some people prefer highly antagonistic RP, and that the world is not rainbows and kittens—but it’s not very fun for me, personally, to spend most of my time writing my character being antagonized needlessly! If your character isn’t going to mesh well at all with someone who is ‘soft,’ then we’re likely not going to get anywhere :(. Zevet isn’t a pushover and will simply leave people and situations that put him off, rather than sticking it out. Additionally, I am not interested in ERP (I smut with only one person for my own comfort), nor am I particularly fond of combat RP. While capable of defending himself, my character is NOT a fighter and I do not have any desire to seek out situations that are going to force frequent combat on his behalf. However, if it’s few and far between and logical for an encounter/plot point, that’s perfectly fine! Zevet can throw a pretty nasty punch, or an even nastier vial from his potion belt.

Sooo… what am I looking for? What does Zevet offer? First and foremost; he’s a healer. A sensitive witch boy who uses alchemy and herbalism (and sometimes charms) blended with ‘modern’ medical practices to treat illnesses and tend wounds—he’s only just recently started to experiment with aetherical healing, but he has a very long way to go in that regard and prefers to rely on traditional methods in its stead. He’s capable of producing an impressive array of medicines, tonics, salves, and herbal teas to fit the needs of his patients or anyone who stops by his apothecary-slash-clinic in The Mist! … He’s also capable of producing some particularly nasty poisons and toxins for those who may have heard rumor from just the right source. Oh, and criminals? He honestly doesn’t care too much about what you’ve done or where your past lies—just treat him with respect and don’t… overshare the details.

Additionally, he’s an incredibly sweet, generous, out-going person who is very easy to approach, and equally likely to approach anyone who appears sad or in distress of some sort. He’s absolutely a motherhen-type, and if you’ve ever been looking for a ‘mom friend’ for any of your characters, it’s quite possible Zevet could fill that role. He tends to take people who have lived hard lives under his care, constantly providing them with delicious homecooked meals and treats, offering them a shoulder to cry on and an ear eager to listen, treating their illnesses and wounds, and giving out the occasional tough-love talking to (he can be very confrontational, especially when people are stubborn!).

When it comes to RP connections, I’m mostly just looking for anyone who is down for inviting a soft boy into their character’s life, either as a mom-friend or just a friend, or for the sake of having a healer on retainer. Hell, even if it’s just for friend-dates and talking fashion or gossip, Zevet is down for it! I prefer paragraph RP to one-liners, and I’m patient with people who post relatively slow—I’d prefer to the same courtesy being returned in kind, as English isn’t my first language and sometimes I take a while to formulate a post. As for topics… relatively dark themes (basically just… no rape plots/extremely heavy gore), drama, comedy, fluff, medical RP, culinary RP, deep-plots, or casual plots are all things I’m totally onboard for! Zevet is a lot more than just some… timid, highly-sexualized ‘good boy,’ he has plenty of gray areas hidden behind all that silk and charm, so please don’t dismiss him!

If you’re interested at all in RP with me, please send me a private message through tumblr (ask/IM) or contact me ingame! (I’d prefer to keep my discord semi-private, for the time being). Additionally, more information can be found on my character wiki!