the bigger the love the harder the fall and I'm falling through the floor
Dread
Bard
12-20-2024, 03:07 AM
Tidying the tree house and surrounding area, setting about grasping at the straws of normalcy. Dread was still trying to claw his way out of the doghouse, remaining close to Deluge's side wherever he can. Being the father he should have always been, false starts be damned. Scraps of blessed peace, Modesty watching over the hellions while he gets some work done around here. Taking the stress off Deluge where he can, even if the ways in which he does are small. The hollow thud of Deluge collapsing at the threshold sends Dread on high alert. From the fire pit around the bottom, he races up the stairs. She's a rough sight, bloody and bleary and... what the fuck did she have in tow? Wings? Brain kicking into overdrive before he sends it to a skidding halt. It doesn't matter. Not now. His first priority set, Halo's training in his youth kicking in. "Babe... what happened?" Brow drawing firm, immediately setting about cleaning the nearest wound with a gentle touch. His tongue, her forehead. "Tell me what hurts, I've got you." Dread is careful, tender, as he draws the woman around his shoulders. Holding her to him, guiding her to bed. Not a healer, but Dread's protective drive was hopefully going to be good enough. |