heng_like_a_dragon

[After a long and arduous fight against the Steel Maiden, Blade makes his way home. He's tired as hell and covered in blood (his own, mostly) but he's been healed by at least one wind spirit and a pushy white mage, so he's not doing too badly. He needs a bath, though, and maybe a cotton ball and some rubbing alcohol for the remaining scratches and bumps he'll feel for the next week.

Or he could wait for his regeneration, but everyone else vetoed that already.

He pushes the door open after somehow managing to unlock it, and then nearly trips over the chonky Sesame Cake loafed in the foyer. Blade looks like hell: his hair is in a messy half-up, half-down state, he's sticky and bloody, his bandages are coming off his left hand, and he's very unamused. He stares Sesame down. Sesame stares back.]

Move or else we're putting you on a diet.

[Okay, that gets Sesame to scoot.]

Tiánxīn? Yuan'er? I'm back.

[Blade gets about five steps in, and then he just lays down on the floor.]

Yingxing?

[ Snomwoon's insistence is what pulled him from his vigil, the pokemon refusing to let Jing Yuan continue until he found out what the sound and smell coming from the front of the house is. if they are lucky Blade would return to them unharmed, if not─

the smell of copper greets him before his gaze has even a chance to fall on the other man, golden eyes wide as he kneels down beside Blade. old Cloud Knight habits kick in before he even realizes it, hands and eyes checking over every inch of him in search of wounds. the amount of blood coating Blade is worrying, but the rise and fall of his chest is not erratic enough to indicate any danger.

still... ]

This is not a very sensible place to rest, A-Xing. [ there is tinge of worry coloring his calm tone and written all over his face. ] Do you mean to give A-Heng a heart attack?

[Dan Heng hears Blade calling out to them. After preparing their first aid kit, he's been busying himself with warming up water and finding a rag he doesn't mind getting blood on. And when that's done, he moves on to general maintenance on Cloud-Piercer. He's just finished, in fact, when Blade calls out.

Jing Yuan can definitely hear the Vidyadhara's footsteps being slow yet somehow hurried. Until Blade, face down on the floor, comes into his field of vision. Dan Heng grabs the first aid kit immediately before rushing over. He looks over him like Jing Yuan did, and meets the General's eyes for a moment.]

A-Xing is particularly adept at giving me heart attacks.

[He shakes his head and carefully turns Blade over.]

A-Yuan, could you start a bath for him? We'll need to clean him up before I can start on wound care.

[Fortunately, Yue the now Gardevoir takes the first aid kit out of Dan Heng's hands. He picks Blade up in a princess carry with the same effort he would a pillow. He blinks in mild surprise, but now's not the time to analyze that. Instead, the Vidyadhara will head towards the bathroom.]

[Nothing about Blade's breathing is labored, at least.]

I'm tired. The floor's nice.

[Well, okay.

He lets them flip him over without so much as a protest.]

Venti and Rose healed me, so I'm fine. The blood is old.

[... Then he's picked up in a princess carry. Blade's eyes pop open.]

I said I'm fine—

[... He's still not struggling all that hard, though.]

[ Jing Yuan nods, content to leave Blade to Dan Heng as he goes to the bathroom with Mimi (who had grown curious about the commotion) trailing at his heel's. the cat watches his master impassively as the General quickly gets a bath running and fetches a couple of towels from their storage space.

with the bath drawn Jing Yuan intended to go back and help Dan Heng move Blade to the bathroom, only that plan goes up in utter smoke the moment he pokes his head out the bathroom door.

oh. ]

I would stop arguing if I were you, Yingxing. You know he isn't going to listen.

[ get cared for idiot. ]

[Don't worry, Jing Yuan, you'll be princess carried in the near future by your dragon wife, too.

Dan Heng glances down imperially at Blade for a brief moment.]

Funny, I seem to recall you liking when I carried you like this in the past. ... You weigh practically nothing. Have you been eating lately?

[He's been trying to make sure Blade eats three square meals a day, and he's pretty sure he's succeeded more often than he's failed. Maybe he's remembering incorrectly, though. Anyway, Dan Heng carries their favorite blacksmith to the bathroom and sits him on the edge of the tub, keeping a hand on his shoulder to help steady him. And... then he just starts stripping Blade without so much as a by-your-leave. Yue stands outside the door dutifully with the first aid kit.]

I suppose we should pamper our princess, even if he did get himself hurt. A-Yuan, you can take his back and I'll tackle his hair when you're done. I can see blood matted it in places.

[And then he gives them both a warning look.]

If you splash each other, I'm going to dump cold water on both of you and damn my contract price.

[He covers his face with an arm.]

I don't not like it, I just hate troubling you. ... Though you're hardly struggling at all.

I've been eating... as far as I can remember. [It's been a long day, okay.

Aside from staying upright, he doesn't struggle or really even fight the forced stripping. Even Blade realizes how disgusting he is when his tight shirt has to be peeled off his skin.]

I'm too sleepy for that.

[He bows his head.]

... Get my revenge later.

[ without being told Jing Yuan is quick to help Dan Heng in the removal of clothing, tossing them to a corner to be dealt with after their own has been cleaned and dried. he only pauses when his partner gives them both a warning look and smiles a light laugh bubbling past his lips. ]

Now, now, there is no need for that.

[ only because it is clear Blade hasn't the energy for it, were the other man less tired he would happily throw caution to the wind and invite the dragon's wrath.

with another quiet laugh he helps lower Blade into the water, positioning himself in such a way as to be easily leaned on should it be needed. he is sure to get his own clothes soaked, but that is a price he is willing to pay in order to pamper their princess, as Dan Heng put it. ]

I am sure you will, gege.

I had no trouble with it before. I don't have trouble with it now. And I highly doubt I'll have trouble with it in the future.

[Sometimes Blade deserves to be treated like a princess, which includes carrying him like one. Still, Dan Heng hums thoughtfully at that. He really does feel like he could even lift Jing Yuan at the same time with little effort. Though, the Vidyadhara isn't sure how he feels about the mental image of having one sitting on each shoulder.]

Whatever you say, baobei. Close your eyes, I'm about to dump water on your head.

[Given how thick Blade's hair is, he decides to use Cloudhymn to pour the warm bathwater over the blacksmith's head. Dan Heng manipulates it in such a way that it doesn't even splash onto Jing Yuan. His facial expression doesn't change when he sees that the water comes away a gross color after that.]

Hm... I'm going to need to shampoo it twice. Let me know if it hurts.

[He grabs the bottle of shampoo, considers, and then just directly puts some onto Blade's head. Setting the bottle aside, Dan Heng gently starts to scrub at the craftsman's hair and scalp, but the bubbles definitely look grimy already.]

A-Yuan, you... [He scrunches up his nose, knowing he's bright red, and looks away sharply. He's so flustered he even used the other form. Fffff.]

... If that ever changes, tell me.

[Since he's out of danger and relatively comfortable with his partners, Blade doesn't really resist. He follows the instructions given to him dutifully, though there's no denying the way his ears turn fluffy and pin against his hair... Even like this, his tail is still wagging, and he's blushing, a funny sight compared to the nasty water.

He breathes in deeply as Dan Heng starts in on the shampooing. The way his head starts to droop indicates he's more tired than he's letting on, and he might just fall asleep mid-bath.]

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