(drabble) Old Wounds (G) Eagle of the Ninth: Gen (OT3 Marcus/Cottia/Esca)
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10_hurt_comfort prompt #01 - Injured.
Through the rolling fever heat of pain, voices filtered through Marcus' ears. They bantered above his head, his Cottia and Esca. Hours could be spent embroiled between them over who knew best, when it was winter's fault that his old injury flared.
For this reason, Marcus groaned. To tell them he was awake, that the pain had yet to abate but his senses were clearing. He had no wish for them to fight. One of them lifted his hand, cradling it against the warmth of their chest, brushing a spry kiss to his fingers.
"Rest," said the gesture. "Be still and heal."
10_hurt_comfort prompt #01 - Injured.
Through the rolling fever heat of pain, voices filtered through Marcus' ears. They bantered above his head, his Cottia and Esca. Hours could be spent embroiled between them over who knew best, when it was winter's fault that his old injury flared.
For this reason, Marcus groaned. To tell them he was awake, that the pain had yet to abate but his senses were clearing. He had no wish for them to fight. One of them lifted his hand, cradling it against the warmth of their chest, brushing a spry kiss to his fingers.
"Rest," said the gesture. "Be still and heal."