forum "Now I know it's insane--" "I get to walk around shirtless and literally live in the lap of luxury? Where do I sign?" /Male OxOxO romance/ closed! / 16+only

Started October 03, 2020 by @ElderGodSwimwithGamers group

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(lol me too, it'll be interesting to see where this goes)
(also yes stairs are bitches and can rot in hell for making me e x e r c i s e)

Corbin gently put his hand on the man with white hair's shoulder.
"Good," he said, keeping his voice soft. How had such a sweet man made it through the war, even if he had been injured..?
"We're almost there, just down this hall." Corbin pulled away again, letting out a breath.

(me staying silent for liking stairs…)

Mir nodded. He hadn’t always been like this. He used to be much more confident in himself, and much more outspoken. That war had broken him… And he hated knowing that it was breaking others as well…. “O-ok….” he continued to help Dali along.

(I’m just sitting here scrolling around on my tablet instead of doing college work and planning on dropping out…. I feel like such a failure as an adult, lmao…)

(I just don't like stairs because my knees got really messed up because of them.)

Once they had finally gotten up the stairs, Dali took a moment to lean against the wall before walking down the hall. He set his hand on the doorframe of the room they were entering and gave it his last bit of energy to walk into the room and sit down. He rolled up the leg of his pants just a bit to peak and see if any blood had gotten out, none, the stiches were at least doing one job right.

(Oof, yeah, I can get that. I think stairs are a bitch when my legs are in pain, but I’ve come to associate stairs with safety, so….)

Mir whimpered when Dali showed his stitches as he inspected them, gripping his own arm which still had a few in as well. He had had to remove them himself because they couldn’t afford a doctor. But it was painful because they had scabbed over. He’d likely have a very very nasty scar. He turned his gaze away, stomach turning a bit. Usually he could handle wounds, but only if they weren’t something he’d had before and weren’t on someone he cared about.

(Oh, me too with the knees. That's totally understandable Whisper, I get it <3)

Corbin looked over the stitches from his place away from the two, frowning just softly. What they had been through was absolutely horrendous.
"Would you like me to call a doctor in?" he asked softly, looking between both men. They needed proper attention, and healing.

Mir eagerly nodded. “Please… please…” he begged softly, knowing anyone from the court would likely be much more skilled and they’d also have pain killers. He had become accustomed to the constant, throbbing pain, but it would be nice to dull it for once…

Dali was going to shoot down the question on instinct, but two things stopped him. One, he really did need some medical attention because he was told the only way to fix his leg was amputation or a really expensive leg brace. Two, he was… worried about Mir.

"Okay, then," Corbin said softly. He gently patted the white haired man's shoulder, leaving the room a moment. He was back in a few seconds, of course. He wasn't getting the doctor himself, he was the king.
"They will be up soon," he promised gently.

Dali cleared his throat, folding his hands in his lap. "Let's talk more about the conditions of this job, if you'd please. Also, I assume you know our names? Being the king, and all." Huh, straight to business then.

(Dali thought that in like the most disgusted tone he can becuase ew, caring about people)

(That’s even more adorable. Lol)

Mir looked exhausted and just wanted to go to sleep. In the brighter sunlight, the darkness under his eyes was more prominent and he shook with the effort to keep standing after the exertion, but he wasn’t physically disabled in the leg and so he didn’t dare sit down in front of the king. It would be disrespectful….

Dali sent a look over to Mir and raised an eyebrow. "Sitting down won't kill you, you know. You just worked eight hours without break, sit down."

(Sorry it's short, I didn't want Mir to suffer lol)

Mir looked over at Dali, eyes glazed and uncomprehending before they rolled up in his head and he fell over onto the floor with a ‘thump’, his legs having given out from under him as he passed out for the moment. He hadn’t even slept last night, because he was always terrified of the nightmares that plagues him. Reminiscences of the war that had broken him down into the last pieces of the man he once was.

(It’ll be a short faint, don’t worry. Lmao)

At that, Dali lurched out of his chair, falling to the floor as well, but he was at least conscious. He pulled himself to where Mir had fallen, picking up his head and inspecting it for any bruisings. After he was sure there wasn't any, he set the head in his lap and leaned over it. "Hey, Hey, Mir. Hey, wake up. It's just me."

(NUUUU)

Corbin had turned, about to agree with the man sitting down- Corbin had planned to do so himself so they could talk over the details of their arrangement. He gasped a bit when the taller man collapsed, already making his way over. He was startled when the other moved to join him. Corbin knelt down, looking up at the conscious man.
"Here, let me take him to the bed," he said softly, not moving to try to take the unconscious man from his lap just yet.

Mir just whimpered softly when he was moved, too tired to wake up just yet. He whined at the voices intruding into his head as he drifted between consciousness and black out.

"Touch him and I will bite your fingers off." Dali hissed, baring his teeth. His words greatly opposed his actions which were gently running his fingers through Mir's hair and the somewhat gentle look in his eyes. His posture, of course, was stiff with a threat but, other than that.

"Please," Corbin said softly. "He obviously needs rest, more than just what he might get from blacking out. If we take him to the bed, he can get that." Still Corbin kept his distance. He was concerned- who couldn't with this sweet man?- but he wasn't going to force the two to do anything. Just like he had said before.

Mir whined as his eyes slowly opened, slurring out, “Daliiii…. be niccccceee…..” he had only caught Dali’s last sentence and just lay there unmoving, unable to muster the energy himself as his eyes fluttered closed at the touch in his hair. He whimpered as his bad arm dragged lightly on the ground, his pain getting worse.