Bran didn't have nearly as many scars as he should have, Fae skin healing smoothly and their healers aiding that process with magic and skill alike, if you were fortunate enough to have the means to aquire their services.
Being a soldier in the service of a Lord did provide access to that, and while Bran sometimes thought it would be better to leave the scars as reminders of what he thought of as his sins, he was not yet so far gone that he would refuse the aid of a healer to stave off infection and speed up the healing process.
Not yet at the very least.
His hands were sliding over Tybalt's scars, not consciously registering any of them but knowing them all by heart by now. He'd heard the story behind each and every one as he lacily traced them with fingers and tongue, some were even his doing because the damn fool cat seemed to like making keepsakes of just about any injury, even one sustained by making mistakes during sparring.
The metallic taste of blood should have been unpleasant, but paired with the heat and passion of Tybalt's kisses it turned into something strangely life-affirming, and Robin lapped at it with his tongue before sliding it deeper into Tybalts mouth, needing more, needing everything.
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Date: 2012-10-24 06:32 pm (UTC)Being a soldier in the service of a Lord did provide access to that, and while Bran sometimes thought it would be better to leave the scars as reminders of what he thought of as his sins, he was not yet so far gone that he would refuse the aid of a healer to stave off infection and speed up the healing process.
Not yet at the very least.
His hands were sliding over Tybalt's scars, not consciously registering any of them but knowing them all by heart by now. He'd heard the story behind each and every one as he lacily traced them with fingers and tongue, some were even his doing because the damn fool cat seemed to like making keepsakes of just about any injury, even one sustained by making mistakes during sparring.
The metallic taste of blood should have been unpleasant, but paired with the heat and passion of Tybalt's kisses it turned into something strangely life-affirming, and Robin lapped at it with his tongue before sliding it deeper into Tybalts mouth, needing more, needing everything.