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Started October 03, 2020 by @ElderGodSwimwithGamers group

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(Bold of you to assume Corbin isn't a switch either!)

Corbin came to the top of the stairs, turning only to see the two halfings were still lagging behind. He fell quiet, moving slowly down the stairs to offer his assistance.
"How are you doing?" he finally asked.

When they finally paused, Dali let out a barely noticeable sigh of relief. Both his writer and him agree that stairs are fucking bastards and if given the chance, they would both outlaw stairs. He motioned to himself, making sure Mir could see like 'Hello, yes, I'm alright, don't worry'.

(I can't wait till the smut ngl, not out of some like, horny part of me, but becuase I love their dynamics.)

(Sammmeeeeeee!!)

Mir sighed in relief when they reached the stop as well, his rapidly beating heart slowing down a bit. He looked up when the king asked how they were and nodded, saying very quietly and shyly, “We’re alright, thank you, Your Majesty….” he slightly cowered under the monarch’s gaze, afraid of accidentally doing something wrong.

(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)