Joseph Morvell (brute_aesthete) wrote in nybynightic, @ 2020-10-01 22:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | activity type: log/thread, character: joseph morvell, character: rhys green |
Who: Joseph and Rhys
What: Light at the end of the tunnel
When: 10/01 - just before Dawn
Where: The Paramour
Warnings: Smut and probably an emotional breakdown or two
Thanks to the supply of blood donated by Micah and Mab and Rhys' herculean efforts, most of the wounded had gotten to the point where they could be returned to their havens or would be able to by the next evening. The bodies of those (or the ashes in the case of very old ghouls) had been dealt with, either by returning them to their masters or if they'd perished, another member of their retinues. It was nearly as difficult as it had been seeing them all traumatized and wounded as they fled the burning club.
It'd taken the better part of both nights and more blood than Joseph wanted to admit to before the gouge the burning timber had dug in his back had healed completely. That had been a closer call than he'd let on, but it was what it was. He had to try.
This morning, Bruno didn't have to all but carry both him and Rhys up to his room to get the two Kindred to rest. There was little else to be done and his entire retinue was as exhausted as their master and his lover. But they'd all gained a little experience, some hands on first aid for kindred and kine, and a new respect for the fledgling Tremere who'd caught Joseph's attention a little over a fortnight ago.
If anything, the entire ordeal had only convinced Joseph that Fate had dropped Rhys in his lap when he'd needed him the most. Occasionally, the tart showed him her favors instead of slapping him across the face.
First he needed a bath. "I never thought I'd tire of the smell of blood," he grumbled as he shucked off the shirt he'd been wearing. Day two in the trenches of trying to keep wounded Kindred and ghouls from frenzying and fed enough to heal had him in more casual wear than he usually favored. Jeans and a plain blue cotton button down that he'd left untucked because it was likely going to need to be burned when the evening was over. "I'm starting a bath," he told Rhys as he unbuttoned his jeans. "Don't keep me waiting, love." For emphasis, he left the rest of his clothing in heap in front of the bathroom door.