Send “I’ve got you” to help my muse wash off blood from their body || Accepting
Bryan was regretting stepping foot outside of Arkadia’s walls, especially with a war going on. All he’d wanted were some flowers, something nice to bring back and put on the bar to liven up the place a little, if only to make some of the others smile. He was trying so hard to get back to that soft, kind boy he’d been on the ark, instead of the fighter he was having to turn into on the ground. But of course, the fighter had to prevail.
He’d seen the grounder coming, which was the only thing that kept him alive. He’d had time to fight and defend himself, to take down the attacker before he ended up getting killed. But it had been difficult and bloody, and the flowers that he’d wanted to pick had been ruined in the fight. He’d had to head back to Arkadia empty handed, covered instead in blood, and wishing he hadn’t left the camp at all.
Bryan had made his way towards where the water was, needing to clean himself off and report back to the others in the guard what had happened, so at least they would know. But he wanted, needed, to get clean first. He’d stripped his jacket and shirt off with a wince, shoulder hurting from the fight and feeling the blood caked on his face and neck. It made him feel like he was going to get sick, and he closed his eyes for a moment, trying to remember to breathe.
He heard footsteps but didn’t respond at first, thinking it was someone walking by, until the footsteps stopped close by and he heard someone else getting water. Still, he kept his eyes closed, and it was only when the wet cloth touched his face that he jumped and let out a surprised noise, trying to figure out what was going on.
“I’ve got you.”
Relaxing at seeing it was Jasper, he managed a soft smile. He was grateful to see a friendly face, and grateful for the help of trying to wash off, especially with how bad his shoulder hurt. He took a shaky breath, closing his eyes again to let Jasper help wash his face off, hissing a little when the other moved to clean his shoulder.
“I just wanted some flowers…” He mumbled out after a moment, then let out a tiny, sudden laugh, “It’s crazy, isn’t it? I went out there to find flowers, like that even matters anymore. I keep wanting to be that boy from the Ark, and yet, here I am, covered in blood because some idiot grounder decided to attack me. All over flowers.”
It sounded so crazy to his own ears to hear that he’d done it, especially knowing the trouble that was going on around there. “Thank you,” He reached up then to put his hand on Jasper’s arm, opening his eyes and looking up at the other boy, “Really, Jasp. Thank you.” Having someone there to help him was keeping him from the tears that were threatening.
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