[Bren barely noticed the nick -- the blade sharp enough that the cut was near painless -- though he certainly did notice how Essek reacted, caught sight of the bright red smeared across the Drow's thumb. He winced more at how upset he seemed to have made his host than any discomfort on his part.
But if his rescuer was squeamish about blood, well, Bren would take note of that. Not that bleeding was ever his intention, but the last thing he would want was to make Lord Thelyss uncomfortable.]
Ah, sorry... that was my mistake.
[Bren was quick to apologize, taking the towel as it was pressed to his chest. Right, yes. He nodded quickly. He could handle the rest, and as he watched the other man flee -- a surge of guilt in him and a longing for the abruptly ended closeness, the strangely intimate moment.
Once he was alone in the bathroom, he sighed quietly and reached for the first aid kit, finding something to staunch the bleeding. He took the razor to catch the last bit of scruff and moved to rinse his face, finally looking at himself in the mirror, barely recognizing the face that looked back as long as it had been since he'd seen it. He ran a hand through still-damp hair and made his way out of the bathroom and back to the bedroom.]
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Date: 2023-03-17 01:18 am (UTC)But if his rescuer was squeamish about blood, well, Bren would take note of that. Not that bleeding was ever his intention, but the last thing he would want was to make Lord Thelyss uncomfortable.]
Ah, sorry... that was my mistake.
[Bren was quick to apologize, taking the towel as it was pressed to his chest. Right, yes. He nodded quickly. He could handle the rest, and as he watched the other man flee -- a surge of guilt in him and a longing for the abruptly ended closeness, the strangely intimate moment.
Once he was alone in the bathroom, he sighed quietly and reached for the first aid kit, finding something to staunch the bleeding. He took the razor to catch the last bit of scruff and moved to rinse his face, finally looking at himself in the mirror, barely recognizing the face that looked back as long as it had been since he'd seen it. He ran a hand through still-damp hair and made his way out of the bathroom and back to the bedroom.]
Are you all right, Lord Thelyss?