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Runic Embers
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It had become routine in the past months they had travelled together, with her companion more often than not suffering unnecessary wounds in the heat of battle. Leaving her to tend to his wounds, like she had done so countless times already.
And like always, the Bullman's goblin companion was on the verge of adding a few little bruises of her own to the warrior's towering form.
But just like every other time, Sera just let out her frustration over Jackken taking needless risks with that deft tongue of hers.
Like every member of her tribe, Sera's hide was of a rich earthen green hue, glimmering in the faint lights of the cabin they had made their headquarters for the time being. The gentle flickering of candlelight and the hearthfire burning in the chimney lending a warm glow to her green skin, her cheeks reddened already from agitation.
Her dark hair was kept in a messy, short ponytail as she went about her work, her small hands wandering over Jackken's muscular form as they would clean the wounds she had already sewn shut the night before, checking them for any traces of infection.
"You know, if you weren't this bullheaded for once, I wouldn't have to worry about you all the time." Sera would muse as she stood behind Jackken, on the bed they shared.
"I don't weep and ache for a hero in shining armour, I'd just prefer it if I didn't have to patch you up as often as some mother's have their children."
And with a drawn-out sigh, the goblin would lean around the Bullman's massive form to place a hand on his muscular thigh, gazing up to meet his eyes with the vivid amber ones of her own.
"Got that, you big oaf?" She asked with a raised eyebrow, her hand gripping his flesh firmly.
And like always, the Bullman's goblin companion was on the verge of adding a few little bruises of her own to the warrior's towering form.
But just like every other time, Sera just let out her frustration over Jackken taking needless risks with that deft tongue of hers.
Like every member of her tribe, Sera's hide was of a rich earthen green hue, glimmering in the faint lights of the cabin they had made their headquarters for the time being. The gentle flickering of candlelight and the hearthfire burning in the chimney lending a warm glow to her green skin, her cheeks reddened already from agitation.
Her dark hair was kept in a messy, short ponytail as she went about her work, her small hands wandering over Jackken's muscular form as they would clean the wounds she had already sewn shut the night before, checking them for any traces of infection.
"You know, if you weren't this bullheaded for once, I wouldn't have to worry about you all the time." Sera would muse as she stood behind Jackken, on the bed they shared.
"I don't weep and ache for a hero in shining armour, I'd just prefer it if I didn't have to patch you up as often as some mother's have their children."
And with a drawn-out sigh, the goblin would lean around the Bullman's massive form to place a hand on his muscular thigh, gazing up to meet his eyes with the vivid amber ones of her own.
"Got that, you big oaf?" She asked with a raised eyebrow, her hand gripping his flesh firmly.