rules:

. tw: blood, violence, death, religious topics
. minors dni

. I'll keep my right to softblock if content makes me uncomfortable - feel free to do the same!

// one like wasn't enough

- blood pressure.

"You have a perfectly fine blood pressure. It's to be expected from eating healthy and drinking enough water."

"It's nothing special." But does require a knack for delicate spells like that. Sat down, wrapped in a blanket and a glass of water beside him, the former blue lion blinks once— showing a small smile. "This is nice."

He reaces for Damians wrist, using the same magic spell to detect his -

- low. That's all." A blanket will still help.

- resistant.

It doesn't mean he's not appreciating the care he's being given. Damiens voice sounds... nervous?

"I'm okay. My armor is lined with fur." Placing his palm on top of his own chest, he runs magic through his fingers, making a small checkup. "My blood pressure is -

"Good."

He doesn't follow quick enough and next thing he knows is that there's a familiar scent around his neck. Orion is always cold, so being cold is a given condition to him. Sometimes so much so that he doesn't realize it. Besides - growing up in Faerghus, he's become quite -

"I'm not upset."

He's not upset. Is he supposed to feel bad for making Damien feel bad? *Does Damien feel bad? He should ask him...

Getting up from the bench as well, Orion clings to Damien for a moment, feeling a little dizzy...

"I made you think I'm upset. I'm sorry."

- the small of her back to feel out the strings of a corset beneath. Lucky he keeps a stack of clothes at her place. Speaking of which—

"You can wear a shirt of mine." She always liked to do that, even when they were not a couple yet.

Orion got the fire stared fairly easy by use of a little magic, stacking a few blocks of wood. Once it was going all by itself, he stopped the spell.

"Yes. Are you coming along? That dress doesn't look the most comfortable."

Reaching for -

"That is bully behavior."

His brows knit, absolutely missing the mark on Damiens playful tone. But he's distracted soon enough by the follow-up question.

"I am cold." A pause. "Do you want to get a hot chocolate in the dining hall?"

- to get a fire started?"

Removing his gloves and setting them aside, he starts lighting up the room. His armor was long abandoned before his little session outside.

"A stew sounds good. You'll need the nutrition after working all day."

Rolling back his sleeves, revealing a painting of patched wounds and scars.

"Want me -