BACK'S AGAINST THE WALL ☆ warm bath

[roan ;]

Many things plagued Roan these days, although he kept most of his worries to himself. In the past, the sage may have turned to his mama, or even his younger siblings, when he was in a time of need. After all, they were family, and he could always trust them. However, as of late, he had begun to feel more cut off from others, retreating more and more into his shell as a result of his job as sage, and the stresses it put him under. He used to have Ahab to turn to, but the other had disappeared as well, leaving the draconic feline, for the most part, alone in his struggles. Even worse, more and more injuries had begun to pop up in the Typhoon, driving him crazy and pushing him further towards some kind of inexplicable breaking point. He was holding on, but he didn't know for how long he could keep it up, and there was no way he was going to risk lashing out at his family again. He knew that he needed to do something, even if he had little idea of what, or how. He didn't want to do anything drastic, as much as his mind seemed to be screaming at him that it was just a great idea. He honestly wasn't sure if that was a result of the ghosts that haunted him, or just the stress that he was under.

So, instead of making a decision that he couldn't undo, Roan had decided to do something that could be much more relaxing, and a lot less worrying. With all of the recent injuries he had been treating – especially Ament's rather unpleasant infected ones – the sage had noticed that his usual neat and clean cream and blue-grey pelt was beginning to get... stained. Stained a rusty red color, with the blood of his patients. The realization had made him wince, forcing him to take a deep breath in through his clenched jaws. He had made some attempts to simply clean himself the usual way, but most of the blood was caked on, and he was hardly in the mood to go and hack up a bunch of hairballs. So, he had decided to take a proper bath. Not only that, but a nice, relaxing, warm bath. The kind that would make him forget about his worries, if only for a little while. The process of putting it together was a bit of a hassle, considering he had to find himself a wooden tub, a pot to put a bunch of water in, and make himself a fire, but he had done it regardless. It would be worth it, if he could actually get some time where he wasn't on edge.

Thankfully, it wasn't too long after he had gotten the fire started that he was done, left with a wooden tub of nice, warm water, just the perfect size for him to bathe in. He waited for it to cool down a bit before he stepped in, letting his relatively small form sink beneath the surface with an audible ah. Once he was practically laying in the water, he set his chin on the edge of the tub, allowing his mind to wander for a bit. He knew that eventually he would actively have to try and scrub the blood off of himself, but for now he just relaxed, eyes half-lidded and content. Of course, he hadn't really been subtle about what he was doing, what with the fire and all, so anyone could've found their way to where he was, relaxing casually near his treehouse home.

[glow=#D15540,1,000]" stay by my side, high or low tide " ♡[/glow]