[As Dimitri climbs out of the tub, Felix opts to remove his shirt and pants, suppressing a shiver as he sets them aside with the towels. Picking up the soap and the pail with remaining water, he makes his way back to Dimitri, looming behind him before he kneels and starts on his task.
The wounds that Felix was addressing earlier are on their way to healing at least. Thank the goddess for Mercedes' potent medicine--two more days worth of applying them and most of them should be healed over with minimal scarring.
Yet, even the prospect of them getting over this has Felix all choked up as his hands linger over a particularly nasty wound. Gritting his teeth as if it would stop him from imagining the worst, of the torture Dimitri surely underwent, he resumes with soaping Dimitri's back before he rinses it in silence.
Swallowing once he's done, Felix wraps his arms around Dimitri's waist against his better judgment, resting his forehead against Dimitri's broad shoulder as he inhales his fresh scent, willing his warmth to calm his nerves as he fights the urge to sob his irrational frustrations out.]
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The wounds that Felix was addressing earlier are on their way to healing at least. Thank the goddess for Mercedes' potent medicine--two more days worth of applying them and most of them should be healed over with minimal scarring.
Yet, even the prospect of them getting over this has Felix all choked up as his hands linger over a particularly nasty wound. Gritting his teeth as if it would stop him from imagining the worst, of the torture Dimitri surely underwent, he resumes with soaping Dimitri's back before he rinses it in silence.
Swallowing once he's done, Felix wraps his arms around Dimitri's waist against his better judgment, resting his forehead against Dimitri's broad shoulder as he inhales his fresh scent, willing his warmth to calm his nerves as he fights the urge to sob his irrational frustrations out.]