[Dan Heng’s grateful. Maybe less so for the possible killing, but it’s not like he’s noticing much beyond the two of them. He’s too worn out, and kind of sedated but not. He’ll have to ask about the medicine later. It doesn’t scare him anymore, at least. Now the dragon is just a bit clingy, really. Not unexpected considering the everything.
It’s far from ideal for many reasons, but still an improvement from before…he’ll stay awake. Muddled as the dragon is, he’s actually in control of himself while semi-conscious. Bakugo does well traversing the castle with such care. The blood loss…well. The cuts on his arms and neck and- everywhere. They harvested his blood. But the wounds have dried, so he’s not bleeding more at least. He’ll be able to hang in there for a blood transfusion later. It’s probably less obvious, but Bakugo’s natural warmth goes a long way in battling the effects, fighting back the chill that’s so prevalent in this place. And his handling with care keeps the wounds from reopening.
Dan Heng’s eyes slip closed for a moment. Just a small rest. "Get through this and thank me then." Right. Right. He forces his eyes back open, tilting his head away to hopefully get the horns away- oh, nope. Mundane issues you don’t think about in grand rescue stories, huh…] M’kay. [He goes still. Maybe it’s the closeness, or the blood loss, but Dan Heng finds himself smiling faintly.] Wasn’ on purpose. Don’ wanna take ou’ your eye… [He’s heard of such accidents amongst young vidyadhara. Even in overly enthusiastic greetings, since it usually involved bowing with fists to each other’s foreheads…
His eyes had closed again without meaning to. They open with the faint smell of fresh autumn air. Odd…all the windows in this place were bolted he thought…Dan Heng blinks dazedly at the entire hole in the wall.] ….we were…kept up here ‘while before bein’ brought down…that. That’s new. [Eh, if it works it works.
Dan Heng smiles for real this time. Tired and worn, but real.] ‘d like that. Gonna…hol’ you to that… [It’d be nice to do the cooking himself again. The attendants insisted on doing everything around here which irritated him to no end. Even making tea himself was difficult with how overbearing they all were…
The dragon snorts quietly, then bites down on a wince.] W-ell. Red…stands out. Wearin’ it on th’ run woulda…been stupid. [Did Dan Heng mention he was exiled...? That doesn't occur to him right now. He raises his good hand to trace under his eye. Without all of this going on, he does tend to wear some red eye liner some days, and the color accents his clothing picked out in this world. Nothing too crazy.] I like those…colors too. Vidy…adhara are water ‘tuned. But red…[His hand raises, as if reaching for the stars beyond the castle walls for a moment before flopping back down to his chest.] Th’Express. Uses it alot. Trailblaze…home. S’good. [Red…and gold. Warm colors, a safe place to land when he had none. A promise for a brighter tomorrow.]
Tis true. This mission is yet another humbling experience for the books boys-
It’s far from ideal for many reasons, but still an improvement from before…he’ll stay awake. Muddled as the dragon is, he’s actually in control of himself while semi-conscious. Bakugo does well traversing the castle with such care. The blood loss…well. The cuts on his arms and neck and- everywhere. They harvested his blood. But the wounds have dried, so he’s not bleeding more at least. He’ll be able to hang in there for a blood transfusion later. It’s probably less obvious, but Bakugo’s natural warmth goes a long way in battling the effects, fighting back the chill that’s so prevalent in this place. And his handling with care keeps the wounds from reopening.
Dan Heng’s eyes slip closed for a moment. Just a small rest. "Get through this and thank me then." Right. Right. He forces his eyes back open, tilting his head away to hopefully get the horns away- oh, nope. Mundane issues you don’t think about in grand rescue stories, huh…] M’kay. [He goes still. Maybe it’s the closeness, or the blood loss, but Dan Heng finds himself smiling faintly.] Wasn’ on purpose. Don’ wanna take ou’ your eye… [He’s heard of such accidents amongst young vidyadhara. Even in overly enthusiastic greetings, since it usually involved bowing with fists to each other’s foreheads…
His eyes had closed again without meaning to. They open with the faint smell of fresh autumn air. Odd…all the windows in this place were bolted he thought…Dan Heng blinks dazedly at the entire hole in the wall.] ….we were…kept up here ‘while before bein’ brought down…that. That’s new. [Eh, if it works it works.
Dan Heng smiles for real this time. Tired and worn, but real.] ‘d like that. Gonna…hol’ you to that… [It’d be nice to do the cooking himself again. The attendants insisted on doing everything around here which irritated him to no end. Even making tea himself was difficult with how overbearing they all were…
The dragon snorts quietly, then bites down on a wince.] W-ell. Red…stands out. Wearin’ it on th’ run woulda…been stupid. [Did Dan Heng mention he was exiled...? That doesn't occur to him right now. He raises his good hand to trace under his eye. Without all of this going on, he does tend to wear some red eye liner some days, and the color accents his clothing picked out in this world. Nothing too crazy.] I like those…colors too. Vidy…adhara are water ‘tuned. But red…[His hand raises, as if reaching for the stars beyond the castle walls for a moment before flopping back down to his chest.] Th’Express. Uses it alot. Trailblaze…home. S’good. [Red…and gold. Warm colors, a safe place to land when he had none. A promise for a brighter tomorrow.]