hiiiiii, as a currently sick person, I would love 4 and 7 with vessel! just him being absolutely sweet and concerned would heal my soul right now
❆˚。⋆୨୧˚ healing ˚୨୧⋆。˚❆
pairing: vessel x reader
warnings: just mentions of being sick
a/n: well I hope you're doing better by now.... two or three-ish weeks later....
pic from pinterest
My eyes felt puffy and too watery. My nose was awfully congested. There was so much pressure under my eyes from the congestion. My head felt like it had been smacked too many times with a hammer. And, despite how warm the blanket was and how warmly I was dressed, I felt chills running through my whole body. But I knew it was just a cold, it would be alright.
I started to get up, wrapping myself up in the warmest robe as I brushed my teeth then shuffled my way into the kitchen to make some tea. While the water boiled, I started up on cleaning over the kitchen counters and thought about how I needed to tidy up the dimly-lit, hidden-away manor the mysterious group lived in. iii and iv were probably still asleep at this point of the morning. ii usually set off to do something on his own early. I had no idea where their ringleader was until I felt his ominous presence standing right behind me.
He cleared his throat and I turned around with a sniffle, curiously wondering what his problem was. The disapproving frown visible under the edge of his mask and his crossed arms over the black sweatshirt he’d donned gave me a hint. Playing dumb, I turned back around and tried to veil any symptoms of illness as I reached for a sachet of tea then a spoon for the honey I was going to mix into it. One of Vessel’s large hands, however, held tight over the honey jar to stop me from continuing on with this charade.
“You’re sick, what are you doing up?” He questioned.
“It’s not bad, just a little scratch in my throat. This’ll fix it right up.” I insisted, giving him a reassuring smile.
Apparently not reassuring enough as he didn’t move and gave me an unamused look from under the mask, “Go back to bed. I’ll come over with this and some other things to take care of your cold.”
“It’s not a co- ”
He interrupted my fibbing: “Yes, it is. Don’t lie to me or the others, we can tell when you’re doing it.”
“Oh. That would’ve been helpful to know. Much earlier.”
He maneuvered me around to take my spot by the kettle, “Go to bed.”
“Fine…” I gave in, shuffling back to bed and tightly pulling the blanket around my robe-wrapped frame.
It took a few minutes for him to come back up to my room with the tea, as well as a few other things he carried up with him. Cold medicine, throat lozenges, seltzer tablets, nasal spray, tissues, and a promise to bring some warm food in a moment. Vessel slipped away as quickly as he’d come in before I could manage to dissuade him from it. I sipped at the slightly cooled and honey-sweetened ginger tea while I waited, feeling my nose start to run slightly from the warm steam. My hand reached for one of the tissues he brought me.
Vessel came back with a bowl of broth, insisting that it would help even if it wasn’t a very conventional choice of breakfast. I wasn’t going to go along with all his helicoptering but the way he just stood beside me and waited for me to take the medications or at least finish the tea and broth made it hard to argue. He was being really sweet, unexpectedly hovering over my moderate cold symptoms, and I figured it would be worse to refuse his care than to win the argument about my not being sick when I clearly was.
I slowly finished up the tea, bringing the tissue to my nose occasionally and bashfully blowing it while he stood right beside me stiff as a rod, observing to make sure that I didn’t skip a single one of his suggested treatments. The bowl of broth was next, going down just as the tea had. Then I used the nasal spray, medication for my headache, and drank down the cold syrup, promising to take a throat lozenge when I would need one. Finally, Vessel seemed pleased. He was smiling contentedly under the edge of his mask.
“I have a few other things I can do to help. If you like.” He offered, his hands fidgeting beneath the too-long sleeves of the sweatshirt.
“Like what?” I asked, wondering what on earth else there could be aside from the entire pharmacy he laid out on the nightstand.
“I can heal… mild things. Sleep grants us some abilities, healing is one of the minor gifts They bestowed upon each of us. iv is particularly skilled with it, but I can help with this.” He offered, sounding surprisingly meek.
“I didn’t know you could do that…”
He shrugged, “It never came up. Do you want me to use it?”
“Um, sure.”
Vessel smiled a little wider and eased me to lay back, rubbing his hands together to warm them up from their usual cooler touch. They reached out, fingertips just barely touching over my temples as he took in a deep breath then let it out very slowly. I felt a soft pull withdrawing something from within my skull, the dull pain of a headache dissolving at the touch of his fingers.
He shushed me before I could thank him, resetting his fingers delicately under my eyes where I could feel the pressure of congestion. I took in a slow breath, my exhale coming out and taking the stuffiness away with it. Vessel brought his hands away gradually and, though I couldn't see his eyes, I could tell he was trying to scrutinize if I was feeling better yet. My nose wasn't sniffling or stuffed up anymore and my head didn't hurt. All I felt was a growing drowsiness, maybe from the cold syrup or maybe from the way his abilities worked.
“You've got to tell me if it worked or not, I can't tell if you feel better just like that.” Vessel prompted, a hint of a smile over his lips.
“Hmm, think I'm just a little cold. That's the only thing bothering me now.” I answered, truthfully and also because I wanted him to keep me company under the blanket.
“Oh, I can't really do that. I have more… earth-element power, not fire or heat.”
I chuckled, “Not what I meant.”
My hand reached for the corner of the blanket and pointedly held it open for him as an invitation. I could see him hesitate, wondering if his assumption of my invitation was right – not that there was much room for misinterpretation – and if that’s what I wanted. Vessel carefully placed himself in the space I had made for him, not quite relaxing as he waited to be told if he was doing the right or wrong thing. I tried to refrain from laughing slightly at how timid he seemed.
“What? Are you scared you’ll get sick from me?” I quipped.
“No. Just… I think maybe you should come lay closer. Make sure you’re warm.” He offered, finding his confidence then resting back over the pillows and slightly outstretching his arms to me.
I smiled and pulled the blanket up over my shoulders as I rested my cheek against his sweatshirt, below his shoulder but over his chest so I could feel the rise and fall of his breaths. One of his arms wrapped behind my back, loosely holding me to him as his hand gingerly cradled the back of my head. It felt natural, or maybe that was the drowsiness, and I found myself not wanting to move from that position ever again as my mind drifted softly out of consciousness.
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what is a bad habit Ves can not let go off?
I don't know about bad habit, but I like to think that she doesn't like when her hair grows longer than her normal length.
When Ves was captured by scoia'tael, she certainly tried to resist. At that moment, she was often grabbed by the hair, which made her defenseless. Ves no longer wants to feel the suffering that she experienced in captivity, so she is subconsciously afraid to grow it.
And even when Ves does not have a normal opportunity to cut it, she forces Roche or other soldiers to help fix her hair, as in this art.
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Falloutober Day 5 - This Thing Called Defeat
Context: This is my OC Ves (Pronounced Wes, from Vesunius) As you can see, things don't go too well for him at the beginning of his story.
During a fight with an NCR patrol, Ves's helmet was knocked off and he ended up smacking his head when he was tripped when the helmet was only half off and he couldn't see well.
The NCR soldier he was fighting got off a shot at him before he was taken down by another Legionary, though Ves wasn't awake to know that his hip had been just about shattered.
When he woke, the Legion was cleaning up, and one of the veteran soldiers was going body to body and finishing off any NCR that were downed, and taking any Legionary that couldn't be saved out of their misery. In a 14 karat run of bad luck, the one mercy killing this time was someone who really, really, hated his guts (too long a story to attach here), and so he woke up to the man gloating, and then driving a spear though his chest before leaving to let their Decanus know that Ves had been lost in the battle.
The Mojave sun dried the blood of the battlefield, and Ves succumbed to his injuries- praying to Mars, even though he knew this was a pathetic death.
Then, he woke up again, in a shack he didn't recognize, and with people he did not know, life changed forever.
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