#— ❛❛ // SCATHACH ¦ i’ll never forget their sacrifice・ 「 SUP・LARCEI ! 」

[sharpscion]

"Hey, dork."

[ Water ] - The liquid of life, the quencher of thirst. Served in crystalline glasses. And what’s more dramatic than throwing water at someone’s face! she would NEVERRR :smirk:

"Make sure you stay hydrated, yeah? 'Last thing I need is to be the one draggin' you outta here because you overdid it and didn't look after yourself."

the endearing nickname catches his attention immediately, despite the sigh it brings forth from his lips. the isaachian peers down at the glass being handed out him, water, or so it appeared. thinking it over... he was quite thirsty, and so he grabs the drink without hesitation. several deep gulps later, he let the glass idle at his side while he turned his attention to larcei.

"...sister. good to know you're enjoying yourself like always." he huffed out, not entirely thankful enough to forget her name calling. nothing to do about it, though, this was how his sister showed her love. even the dramatic way she framed 'place stay hydrated' left the real creatives to shame. nobody could paint something in an entirely different light like larcei could. "don't worry 'bout me. you just keep having fun, and i'll make sure not to ruin your night by passing out." scáthach laughed lightly, like she'd ever be able to drag his limp body around anyway. a funny image nonetheless.

... oh, fine... he pulled the brooch showing front and center on his lapel, and placed it roughly in her hand, careful to leave the point turned towards him. "thanks for the water, just take this and get out of here already." maybe they were more alike than he thought, each of them not able to express what they wanted to say the right way.

#— ❛❛ // SCATHACH ¦ now i don’t know if there’s anything else・ 「 IC ! 」 #— ❛❛ // SCATHACH ¦ i’ll never forget their sacrifice・ 「 SUP・LARCEI ! 」 #⌜ ANSWERED . ⌟ ✦ * · ˚ #toaball2024 #swiftscion #( i hate them i love them i hate them i love them i hate them i love them )

[sharpscion]

“ well. there goes my favorite shirt. ”

   The light hearted comment almost falls of deaf ears, the boy too enveloped in his task of cooking dinner. Scathach was hardly any good at it, and yet he made it every time Larcei found her way into the infirmary. Sitting still never felt right when she was down for the count, even just the slight help of cooking for her made him feel slightly better. It did nothing for the soup, however, with how rushed it always turned out. She had never complained though, which he appreciated in silence when they ate together.

   Finally, the amateur cook raises his head from the pot to turn her way, giving a weary smile. “A favorite shirt, huh? That is a first, Larcei. I never considered you one to value your material goods this much.” A light chuckle follows before he once again sets about the work of finishing his stew. It was nearly done now, simmering to near edibility, or at least he hoped. A cursory stir of the broth was made, before placing the pot's contents into two bowls for serving. “It’s not much, but you’ll need it to get your strength back. Who knows, if you’re good and finish it all, I might be so inclined as to fix your shirt for you!” A jest from the boy before the two are finally able to share their meal together.

@keen-kin 

#— ❛❛ // SCATHACH ¦ now i don’t know if there’s anything else・ 「 IC ! 」 #— ❛❛ // SCATHACH ¦ i’ll never forget their sacrifice・ 「 SUP・LARCEI ! 」 #⌜ ANSWERED . ⌟ ✦ * · ˚ #keen-kin