[It's not the first time someone's done this to him, even beyond this place. He's a literal, physical extension of his Aeon's grace, and his flesh held the same unnatural healing powers, albeit tinged with the poison granted with it.
But it hasn't happened enough for him to get used to it. And there's nobody else here to see, so the whimper comes out full-throated, and perhaps when Sett comes back enough to his senses, he'll come to the questionable realization that Dan Feng makes the exact same sounds when he's in great pain and when he's in bed.
There's a lot of meat there, at least; three, nearly four feet of pure muscle, cradled by vertebrae.]
[ It's the best. It's the BEST. The TEXTURE of the resistance and give, the scrape of muscle on his teeth, the sounds in his ears. There's a fondness that colors it, that tongue occasionally lapping between bites... the hand that rubs along Dan Feng's flank, as if trying to soothe or gentle him through the sharp lances of pain and dull relief. ]
[There's a moment of ragged breathing at that hand, and then a last fond lick with that sandpaper tongue.]
I.. [What IS he going to say? He doesn't know. He feels a bit drunk. Content and SATED. Then the massive hand removes itself from that impossible pin- only to replace by the warm weight of Sett settling over him.]
Full. [ He says it on an exhale, like it was something that felt impossible or maybe just indecent. ] I feel full...
[ The brain cells haven't quite finished starting up, because when he shifts back off of Dan Feng, it's just to gather him up to hold, like he does a lover. ]
[Dan Feng goes easy into Sett's bulk, burying his face into the fur at his collarbone. He can't actually tell which way is up, with how lightheaded he is, and his head lolls back as he lifts a hand to try and clumsily pet at Sett's muzzle.]
's she back yet? [The smell of blood is thick in the air, underscored by the sweet, overripe scent of Dan Feng's healing magic, trying and failing to close over whatever Sett has left of his tail, on account of, you know, going into shock.] Go look.
[ That jolts him out of that odd little euphoric mood that comes when a suffering ceases.VAL. It shocks through him, heart racing, clutching Dan Feng a little closer-
And then realizing the weak loll of the man's head-
He's been in enough fights to know what shock looks like. ]
SHIT. No, hang on.
[His hands are too sharp and too clumsy to stop the bleeding, but after a fumbling attempt, there's shadow slithering up around it and constricting.]
[ their side heads have their mouths closed and their eyes have grown dim. their center head has its mouth closed and yet it still talks, gold smoke expelled from its 'nostrils'. ] What's going on here? What have you two been doing?
[ their side heads speak in unison, ] D̵o̶ ̸n̵o̴t̸ ̷l̵i̴e̶ ̸t̷o̶ ̸u̶s̴.̸ [ said to dan feng specifically. ]
[ vastella looks sett over to, but he asked about dan feng first so that takes priority. ] Let me have a look at him and then we will talk more about this deer lady and your own injuries. [ she scruffs dan feng and lifts him up and away from sett. ] Tell me of your ailments. [ but she's looking at his tail. does it look eaten? is it mangled?? ] What did he do to you? And I want the truth.
[YOU CAN'T SCRUFF MIETTE LIKE THIS. THIS IS SO UNDIGNIFIED
Dan Feng's face twists ugly with annoyance for a moment, baring his fangs, and he visibly struggles to contain himself - but this is kind of hard when you've lost as much blood as he has. He'd conjured a second tail with his Gluttony abilities, but that tail is little more than a foot-long affair of mangled muscle and scale and bone, compared the his original one, which is a little less than four feet.
It's not a neat injury. It's visceral gore and sinew and weakly pumping arterial blood. The ragged edges of it are dripping with a sickly-sweet magic, of Dan Feng trying to regenerate it, but he's just succeeding with draining himself further.]
[ HE WAS NOT EXPECTING THE 'NOT HIS FAULT.' He REALLY wants to argue that but he takes one look at their skulls and just continues sitting where he is. ]
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But it hasn't happened enough for him to get used to it. And there's nobody else here to see, so the whimper comes out full-throated, and perhaps when Sett comes back enough to his senses, he'll come to the questionable realization that Dan Feng makes the exact same sounds when he's in great pain and when he's in bed.
There's a lot of meat there, at least; three, nearly four feet of pure muscle, cradled by vertebrae.]
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Say something. [He mumbles, drowsy, reaching back to grab at Sett's claws with a shaking hand.] I'm lonely and cold.
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I.. [What IS he going to say? He doesn't know. He feels a bit drunk. Content and SATED. Then the massive hand removes itself from that impossible pin- only to replace by the warm weight of Sett settling over him.]
That was... That was good?
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[Smacking him in the hip weakly, but his other tail settles over Sett's waist.]
How are you feeling?
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[ The brain cells haven't quite finished starting up, because when he shifts back off of Dan Feng, it's just to gather him up to hold, like he does a lover. ]
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's she back yet? [The smell of blood is thick in the air, underscored by the sweet, overripe scent of Dan Feng's healing magic, trying and failing to close over whatever Sett has left of his tail, on account of, you know, going into shock.] Go look.
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And then realizing the weak loll of the man's head-
He's been in enough fights to know what shock looks like. ]
SHIT. No, hang on.
[His hands are too sharp and too clumsy to stop the bleeding, but after a fumbling attempt, there's shadow slithering up around it and constricting.]
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[The constriction helps, but not immediately; Dan Feng tries to sit up and does a good impression of a drunken toddler.]
'm fine. Not the worst. [Petulantly:] I taste better.
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First. We are not ever, EVER comparing tastes.
Second. I don't want to know what the worst is.
Third. We're going to a healer. Tinea okay?
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[He pets blindly down Sett's ruff, purring despite what just transpired between them.]
Oh, Sett. Were you really like this all along.
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I told you somethin' happened.
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It's fine if you confess. [How a guy on the verge of shock manages to croon is a mystery.] It's just us.
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You've seen my memories. I aint good.
But I aint THIS.
Not even remotely sorry to disappoint.
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Turns his face into Sett's fur???]
Nothing?
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I got messed up by some weird deer lady and I hurt him.
... He needs help. I can't pay right now, but I'll bring it soon.
[Sett's ALSO injured, but kind of NOT ON THE SAME PRIORITY AS THE DEFLATING LIZARD]
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[ vastella looks sett over to, but he asked about dan feng first so that takes priority. ] Let me have a look at him and then we will talk more about this deer lady and your own injuries. [ she scruffs dan feng and lifts him up and away from sett. ] Tell me of your ailments. [ but she's looking at his tail. does it look eaten? is it mangled?? ] What did he do to you? And I want the truth.
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Keep him warm... he aint good with t'cold.
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[ but back to dan feng. ] I'm aware of his distaste of the cold. I will take care of things, but first. [ the truth. ]
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Dan Feng's face twists ugly with annoyance for a moment, baring his fangs, and he visibly struggles to contain himself - but this is kind of hard when you've lost as much blood as he has. He'd conjured a second tail with his Gluttony abilities, but that tail is little more than a foot-long affair of mangled muscle and scale and bone, compared the his original one, which is a little less than four feet.
It's not a neat injury. It's visceral gore and sinew and weakly pumping arterial blood. The ragged edges of it are dripping with a sickly-sweet magic, of Dan Feng trying to regenerate it, but he's just succeeding with draining himself further.]
...it's not Sett's fault. I offered.
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