08-02-2020, 06:59 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 60%; min-height: 8px; font-family: arial; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 25px"]It seemed his question hit a little too close to home. While it would be an outright lie to say Devland didn't purposefully strike low blows, in this situation at least, that wasn't his intention. Dark eyes watched as a tiny, angry flame ignited in Roan, but Devland couldn't stop the way the corners of his lips twitched in a smirk - especially at how it seemed Roan was trying to stay composed. "Easy now," he soothed, his tone bright with amusement, "I didn't mean it like that. I was just curious, that's all. Besides, you should take pride in it. I mean, it must mean you're pretty talented if you're the only one, right?" Devland was positive he could never handle the stress that accompanied the position Roan was in. That was too much weight on one's shoulders. He could almost pity the guy.
Devland could tell Roan was getting frustrated with his patient. It was amusing, and Devland wished he felt worse about keeping the other from his obviously important job as a healer. He listened as Roan spoke, wondering how someone could be so straightforward. That definitely wasn't Devland's style. At the mention of losing an arm, the boy averted his eyes. That didn't sound good... Still, as much as he trusted Roan's medical expertise, the whole thing was uncomfortable. He wasn't fond of healing; something about it made him incredibly nervous. Arm be damned, he thought. He just needed to keep stalling. Roan was already agitated by him, so he would probably get completely fed up in a few minutes anyway.
And then Roan was touching his face. Devland stiffened immediately, breath caught in his throat. He'd been looking away when Roan moved, so he was caught off guard by the sudden push. He grunted angrily at that, but it was more from his rising anxiety than anything. Being so easily surprised and worried like this was embarrassing, and Devland's face communicated as much. He also wasn't used to being the center of attention in this way. At Roan's request, Devland scoffed. "Ha, well-" His words broke off with a muted pained sound. The pain in his shoulder was severe, and even though the work Roan was doing was part of the healing process, Devland was angry. However, the harsh feelings he harbored for the Sage cooled as the healer worked to clean the infection. "You really should warn me better next time. Geez, I didn't think it was going to hurt that badly." He pouted.
From the corner of his eye, he watched the other work. It was clear Roan knew exactly what he was doing, and Devland tried to remember if he had ever been that sure of himself in his life. As Roan mixed together a variety of herbs, the havana thought otherwise. "Better circumstances, huh? Maybe. Still, somehow, I feel like us meeting like this is pretty fitting," he responded.
At the mention of nicknames, Devland nodded. Roan was a short name, sure, but he bet he could think of one. He opened his mouth to say as much but quickly closed it at the mention of how Roan's mother referred to him. Jealousy and perhaps sadness surged through Devland's system at that. He didn't have the best relationship with his own mother, and try as he might, he could not help coveting the family dynamics Roan possessed. For all the wild thoughts that circulated his mind, his facial expression was light and almost calm. However, for a fraction of a second, his lips turned downward in a frown, but in a heartbeat, he was lazily grinning again. "That's really sweet actually," Devland murmured. "Hm. It might be weird if I called you that though. Beloved though... That's got a nice ring to it." He chuckled at that, waving the slight flirtation away with a paw. "But on a serious note, no one's ever called you Ro before? I feel like that's such a missed opportunity. I mean, come on. It's right in the name." Roan's tactics for calming Devland were at least beginning to work.
Devland could tell Roan was getting frustrated with his patient. It was amusing, and Devland wished he felt worse about keeping the other from his obviously important job as a healer. He listened as Roan spoke, wondering how someone could be so straightforward. That definitely wasn't Devland's style. At the mention of losing an arm, the boy averted his eyes. That didn't sound good... Still, as much as he trusted Roan's medical expertise, the whole thing was uncomfortable. He wasn't fond of healing; something about it made him incredibly nervous. Arm be damned, he thought. He just needed to keep stalling. Roan was already agitated by him, so he would probably get completely fed up in a few minutes anyway.
And then Roan was touching his face. Devland stiffened immediately, breath caught in his throat. He'd been looking away when Roan moved, so he was caught off guard by the sudden push. He grunted angrily at that, but it was more from his rising anxiety than anything. Being so easily surprised and worried like this was embarrassing, and Devland's face communicated as much. He also wasn't used to being the center of attention in this way. At Roan's request, Devland scoffed. "Ha, well-" His words broke off with a muted pained sound. The pain in his shoulder was severe, and even though the work Roan was doing was part of the healing process, Devland was angry. However, the harsh feelings he harbored for the Sage cooled as the healer worked to clean the infection. "You really should warn me better next time. Geez, I didn't think it was going to hurt that badly." He pouted.
From the corner of his eye, he watched the other work. It was clear Roan knew exactly what he was doing, and Devland tried to remember if he had ever been that sure of himself in his life. As Roan mixed together a variety of herbs, the havana thought otherwise. "Better circumstances, huh? Maybe. Still, somehow, I feel like us meeting like this is pretty fitting," he responded.
At the mention of nicknames, Devland nodded. Roan was a short name, sure, but he bet he could think of one. He opened his mouth to say as much but quickly closed it at the mention of how Roan's mother referred to him. Jealousy and perhaps sadness surged through Devland's system at that. He didn't have the best relationship with his own mother, and try as he might, he could not help coveting the family dynamics Roan possessed. For all the wild thoughts that circulated his mind, his facial expression was light and almost calm. However, for a fraction of a second, his lips turned downward in a frown, but in a heartbeat, he was lazily grinning again. "That's really sweet actually," Devland murmured. "Hm. It might be weird if I called you that though. Beloved though... That's got a nice ring to it." He chuckled at that, waving the slight flirtation away with a paw. "But on a serious note, no one's ever called you Ro before? I feel like that's such a missed opportunity. I mean, come on. It's right in the name." Roan's tactics for calming Devland were at least beginning to work.
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[glow=black,200,600]all of your flaws and all of my flaws[/glow]
devland taji / the typhoon / beta / tags / penned by redamancy
[glow=black,1,100]they lie there hand in hand