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okay but Jynx would say it's Ros that's the hottest 👀
indeed he would
Standards
Wanted to write something fun with Ros and Jynx’s first meeting. May or may not end up being canon in the long run, but for now, I wanted to write this.
Tw for alcohol in a fantasy tavern setting
The day has been a long and trying one for Roshni Tai’sul and he’s ready for it to be over. Not once- but twice he’s been forced to chase patrons off the tables and holler at them to stop hanging off the bannisters. There’s some sort of event in Kilridge this week and people have been pouring in to find a place to stay- or a place to party.
Ros doesn’t keep many on staff, just the seasonal helper or two. But he’s starting to reconsider that decision as a heavily sloshed patron stumbles into him, nearly causing him to lose his grip on the tray of full tankards he’s carrying to a table.
“Oi watch it, you might be a paying customer, but you can at least look where you’re going”, Ros says irritability, turning to slam the mugs on the table for the ones who ordered them. He pockets the coins they give him in return and leaves them to their drinks.
Someone’s spilled an entire tankard across the bar and he wearily grabs a rag from his back pocket and starts soaking up the wasted drink, scrubbing the scarred and worn wooden countertop hard until he’s satisfied.
Another drink filled and another coin pocketed, another mess cleaned. And so goes his evening.
Eventually the rush dissipates into a few old regulars and the general scattering of patrons who have rooms in the inn. Ros wipes his brow on the sleeve of his patterned shirt of bright yellows and oranges and begins to clean up the half empty tankards and general mess. It’s going to need a heavy mopping up too from the puddled state of the floor.
He’s just rounded back behind the bar to lock the cupboards before starting the heavy cleaning when he notices a curious-looking half elf with spiraling white markings or perhaps tattoos, leaning on the counter, watching him intensely.
“Yes can I help you?” Ros says wearily, unnerved by the strange stare down he’s receiving.
The half elf’s look immediately changes to what he apparently believes to be charming. “You dropped something there.”
Ros blinks and glances at the floor. “I did?”
The half elf grins and leans in. “Your standards. Hi I’m Jynx.”
Part I (Ros pov) | Part II (Jynx pov)
“I don’t know, I think expanding the inn is a good idea” Ros is saying, but Jynx only half listens. He’s more focused on how the moonlight glints off the tiefling’s horns. It’s rather distracting. It’s not fair, he thinks, that Ros gets to be this pretty. Of course, he himself is nothing short of a looker, that he already knows. But it’s the elegant gracefulness with which Ros carries himself is something Jynx knows he will never achieve.
He realises he didn’t answer and goes for a classic, “I was totally listening” coverup. Giving Ros’ hair a tug, he scoffs like he knows better, even though he knows he doesn’t.
"You work hard enough as it is. And besides, where would an addition go? This inn and sandwiched between two other buildings. And you can't build up, the inn is already a weird shape. I'm not sure it could handle anymore weight." They are valid points Ros so there. Jynx goes back to looking at Ros, the moonlight reflecting in his eyes. He really is beautiful. The elegant curve of his horns, the way he tips his head to the side when he laughs.
Jynx has never been in love.
Until now perhaps.
He mutters some nonsensical flattery that he knows Ros will brush off. He always does. But Jynx is more focused on brushing the hair out of his eyes, pressing a kiss to those freckles on Ros’ cheek. These are the moments he’s learned to live for, and yet he continues to hover on the edge, never taking the leap. They’ve learned to light and non committed. Jynx thought that’s what he wanted. But it isn’t.
Not anymore.
“Listen, Ros-”
Ros cuts him off, but Jynx can see the faint blush and hold back a smirk. He knows the tiefling brushes off his flirting and flatteries, but he’s not joking around this time. He’s serious for once. But Ros is getting up, leaving, he wants Jynx to stop talking and come to bed. He wants to avoid the subject Jynx is sure he knows he’s getting at. But Jynx doesn't want to let it go.
"Ros wait, I really wanted to-” Please listen to me, please don’t make this hard. He reaches out desperately and gently hangs on to the tiefling’s wrist.
“Don’t. Please.”
Jynx pushes forward. He has to. He has to say this.“Ros-”
“Don’t do this. It’s- it’s only going to hurt.”
The response stuns him. It’s too late- it already hurts. He lets his hand fall, releasing his hold on Ros. He wants to feel something, but he just feels empty. And slightly nauseous. He picks himself up off the low couch where they’ve spent many an evening together, enjoying each other’s company, laughing, kissing… did it mean nothing?
His body moves on its own it seems, as he crawls over the balcony, for the first time in his life feeling utterly devastated. He wouldn’t admit it- even to himself- but it was apparent now. Roshni Tai’sul was everything to him. And yet the wind only blew one way in this case it seemed.
“Stay tonight?” he hears Ros say quietly. He wants nothing more. But he can’t.
Not right now.
Part I (Ros pov) | Part II (Jynx pov)
"I don't know, I think expanding the inn is a good thing”, Ros says, head resting lightly against Jynx's shoulder as they watch the clouds above in the darkened sky. The stars blink in and out of view and the moon casts a soft glow around them. Mugs of tea, long gone cold sit nearby- forgotten.
Jynx scoffs and tugs the tiefling's hair gently. "You work hard enough as it is. And besides, where would an addition go? This place is sandwiched between two other buildings. And you can't build up, the inn’s already a weird shape. I'm not sure it could handle anymore weight."
"It's not weird, it has character!" Ros protests. "It's what makes it unique."
"I think it's you who makes it unique." Jynx pushes the hair he was playing with out of Ros' face and kisses him ever so lightly on the cheek. "Listen, Ros-"
"You flatterer you", Ros interrupts quickly. "You know that doesn't work on me." But his cheeks tinge slightly darker than his normal dusky purple-red complexion. "Come on, it's getting late." He goes to stand, but Jynx's fingers wrap around his wrist, hanging on to him.
"Ros wait, I really wanted to-”
“Don’t. Please.”
“Ros-”
Ros looks away, wrist still grasped in Jynx’s hand “Don’t do this. Not now. It’s- it’s only going to hurt.”
He knows, because he can almost feel the hurt already pouring off Jynx in waves.
It hurts him too.
The fingers slip off his wrist. Ros feels cold. He tucks his hands under his arms, hugging himself.
“Stay tonight?” Stay with me tonight. Please. Please don’t go.
He doesn’t want to look at Jynx.
He doesn't have to. There’s no one standing there to answer his question.
@badthingshappenbingo prompt “Hurts to Breathe”. Bthb card and details will be at the end.)
Fingers digging into wrists, clawing at the hands squeezed tightly around his throat, crushing his windpipe and keeping him from drawing a breath-
He remembers the darkness closing in as his movements grew weaker, the fight draining from his body as the life did. He doesn’t remember anything after that.
What Ros does remember is waking up in his own bed, with the worst headache in his life, and feeling like he’s choking.
Jynx is there, sleeping at the bedside like Ros has for him so many times, chin resting on his chest. Ros briefly wonders why Jynx didn't just come sleep beside him instead of that position which looks like it can't possibly be comfortable, but when he goes to wake Jynx up with a word, he finds that he’s not capable of the action.
His throat aches intensely and his chest feels tight and strained and that he ache pounds behind his eyes again, like it’s reminding him it’s still there. So Ros reaches out and shakes Jynx’s shoulder, hoping that will wake him.
Jynx blinks slowly as his vision comes to him, violet eyes clouded with sleep. “...Ros? Ros!” He quickly sits and leans forward, cupping the tiefling’s cheek in his palm. “How are you feeling? Are you okay? Is anything broken? What’s wrong?”
Ros just shakes his head and tries to answer at least one of the rapid-fire questions, but the only thing that comes out of his mouth is a low croaking noise. It’s painful so he stops and touches his throat delicately. It’s wrapped in bandages. He’s still trying to piece together what happened to him, as it’s all a bit of a blur, but nothing is coming to mind.
Jynx offers him a cup of water and he takes a sip gratefully. It soothes and hurts simultaneously and his chest tightens again. Sipping water and even breathing is painful, Ros realizes. Two things he usually takes for granted.
“I’m glad I was there when I was”, Jynx finally says, uncharacteristically quiet for the time being. “That drunk guy was off his rocker- I couldn’t get to you- I’m-” Jynx pauses and switches gears. “I’m just really glad you’re going to be okay. Though you are on bed rest, doctor’s orders.” He waggles his finger in Ros’ face and gives a faint smile. “Don’t even think about trying to talk yet.”
Ros just nods, but knows he won't even try. It hurts too much, more than he’ll ever let Jynx know. Every breath is an effort, every rise and fall of his chest means more pain. But he’s alive. That’s what counts.
Bad Things Happen Bingo Prompt: Hurts to Breathe Fandom: Original Requested by: @wildfaewhump Character(s): Ros, Jynx Word count: 397
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50 “Not so Nice” OC or FR Asks
List your OCs in the tags or link your lair so that people can ask you!
1. What is one word to shut them up?
2. What is the thing they feel the most guilty about?
3. What is the worst pain they’ve ever experienced?
4. Describe their worst nightmare.
5. List 3 fears; one “surface level” fear, one “repressed” fear, and one “deep dark” fear.
6. What is something that never fails to make them feel sick?
7. What feature (physical or otherwise) do they hate most about themselves?
8. Do they have anything that triggers them?
9. What is their greatest physical weakness?
10. What is their greatest mental weakness?
11. Do they have any vices?
12. Have they ever done something illegal? What was it?
13. Which of the 7 Deadly Sins best describes them?
14. Are they prone to outbursts (of violence, extreme emotion… exc… )?
15. Who do they hate the most?
16. Is there anyone who makes them feel inferior?
17. What sound always gives them a headache?
18. Is there a certain flavor that disgusts them?
19. Do they consider themselves ugly?
20. Do they consider themselves unloveable?
21. What is something that causes them great anxiety?
22. Do they have any mental illnesses?
23. Have they ever been assaulted/abused/raped?
24. Do they fear the possibility of being assaulted/abused/raped?
25. Have they ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust?
26. Have they ever been seriously injured?
27. How many times have they been in the hospital?
28. Is there a certain type of person that disgusts them?
29. Does what they cannot see scare them?
30. Have they ever been bullied?
31. Do they have self-confidence or self-image issues?
32. Do they have a bad relationship with their parents?
33. Have they ever been in a relationship that didn’t work out so well?
34. Have they ever self harmed?
35. If they could change one thing about themselves, what would it be?
36. Are they in control of their emotions, or are their emotions in control of them?
37. Have they ever had their freedom taken away?
38. Have they ever been imprisoned?
39. Have they ever been accused of something they didn’t do?
40. Do they often blame themselves for other people’s problems?
41. Do they get sick often?
42. Are they comfortable with where they are in life?
43. Do they wish that they could change their pasts?
44. What’s one thing they wish they could do more often, but can’t?
45. What is the emotion they most commonly experience?
46. Have they ever contemplated suicide?
47. Have they ever gone so far as to attempt suicide?
48. Is there anyone that they would willingly kill?
49. If [name] was put into ______ situation, they’d rather die than live to see it through.
50. Create your own!
It’s time for another round of “Not so Nice” asks! Send in an oc and a number (or numbers) and I’ll answer the questions! (pls don't ask for 46 or 47)
FYI: I might link to an ask where I already answered the question for that specific oc
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I’m so happy with the commission I got from @llstarcasterll of Ros and Jynx. It really turned out amazing!
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RANDOM HEADCANON HOUR 1. A waistcoat/vest is the upper limit on how fancy Dray would ever dress willingly 2. Jynx sneaks into Ros' inn at odd hours and never through the front door and just finds somewhere to lounge until Ros notices him 3. This gives Ros heart palpitations when he opens a door or turns a corner and Jynx is just RIGHT THERE 4. Crow would be terrifyingly good at bullet journaling
oh wow I love these!
1) Dray isn't opposed to dressing up, but you’re right, that would be more comfortable for him.
2) Jynx never comes through doors properly, ever. And he does flop and lounge instead of sitting or laying like most people do.
3) It does startle Ros every time and makes him so mad because its happened enough that it shouldn't startle him anymore right?
4) I bet he would! Everything would be perfectly neat and orderly and organized
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A quick sketch and color of my tiefling oc Ros who’s love of eye-hurting shirts knows no bounds
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Memories of a stolen place Caught in the silence An echo lost in space
-Waves, Sheppard
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Aaaaaahhh so much love for the boys!! I really need to write more of them they’re so good 😭😭😭 it’s not all sunshine and rainbows, but they make it work!
“Will he be okay?”
Ros glances over at the bed. “I think so. This is hardly the worst he’s been. He’ll be fine- thanks for checking in.”
The man nods. “I’ll show myself out, no worries. I’m sure you’d rather keep an eye on him.” He leaves and Ros can hear his clumpy boots going into the kitchen and out the back door of the inn. The tiefling sighs and takes his seat back at the bedside where Jynx is lying, too drained and weak to even be able to hold consciousness.
He intertwines their fingers together and squeezes. “You gotta stop doing this love.” He bites his lip, knowing Jynx can’t hear any of this. “You can’t keep spending yourself like this. It might be selfish but- I can’t lose you. You’ve become too important to me so just- just stop okay? Please.” Ros presses his lips to the back of the limp hand he’s holding so gently and keeps them there for a moment before letting their joined hands rest on the bed again. It wasn’t fair.
Ros wakes sometime later, his neck sore and the candle burning itself into a puddle on the nightstand. He had fallen asleep watching over Jynx. He grimaces and sits up straighter, back popping when he does. “Ow...”
A whimper pulls his attention away from his aching body and immediately he’s hovering over the half elf. Jynx had rolled over sometime while he slept and is curled tightly, arms tucked in between his chest and knees.
“P-please- no-“ he mutters, sounding terrified. Ros had never heard that tone come from Jynx’s mouth before. “ ‘m sorry- no... didn’t mean-“ He’s shaking now, scared of whatever images he’s seeing in this nightmare. It’s nothing like the suave, hotheaded trickster Ros knows.
Ros is unsure of what to do at first. Does he wake him? He needs rest- but this isn’t rest. He gently shakes Jynx’s shoulder, trying to wake him from his nightmare. “Love- wake up, it’s just a dream. Jynx-“
The touch and the words don’t seem to help, only causing Jynx to curl in on himself more. Ros shakes him harder. “Wake up! You are dreaming Jynx! Please- just wake up.”
With a shuddering gasp, Jynx’s eyes flutter open, eyelashes damp and breaths coming in quick. “Wh- Ros? What... happened? How did I get back here?” He unfolds himself and tries to untangle himself from the sheets, not unlike a young cat, no longer and kitten but not yet an adult, all legs.
“They brought you back here- you collapsed. Exhaustion- power overuse. Something.” Ros folds the covers back and looks away when Jynx hastily scrubs the tears out of his eyes. He knows how Jynx hates to be seen in what he considers moments of weakness. “I thought you said you weren’t going to push yourself.”
Jynx peels off his sweat damp shirt and twists it in his hands. “Didn’t mean to... just happened before I really realized. ‘M sorry.”
Ros gently takes the shirt from him and tosses it to the floor. He can clean up later. “I just don’t want you to get hurt. If Samis hadn’t found you, who knows what could have happened.” He crawls on to the bed to sit next to Jynx and tips his head to lean it on the half elf’s shoulder. “I worry about you.”
Jynx rubs circles on Ros’ shoulder with his thumb. “I know- I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful. Promise.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep”, Ros says softly before leaning over and blowing what’s left of the candle out. “Let’s just get some rest.”
They settle back into bed and Jynx pulls the covers over them, curling back into Ros, head on his chest.
Ros smiles. Jynx is always clingy when he’s tired or sorry or grumpy. He brushes the hair out of Jynx’s face. “Goodnight love.”
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Whump Prompt #96
A feverish whumpee found sobbing on the floor, tangled in sheets, unable to get away. Between sobs, gasps, and whimpers, the caretaker pieces together that the whumpee thought they were being tied up by their tangled blankets and they hate being tied up, they can’t move, and they can behave, and they want the caretaker, where is the caretaker? Please, they’re so sorry, they just want their friend to come back. Whatever they did, they’re sorry
Ros sits at the bedside of his friend- well he guesses they could be considered friends... or more, right? Whatever. Jynx doesn’t like putting labels on things.
A few days ago, the half elf had come home wounded, insisting it was only a shallow cut. Surprisingly enough, he had let Ros clean and bandage the wound and they had gone about their day. And then he got sick. It started with a headache, and then a painful tightness in his chest. Then the fever.
Jynx had resisted being put to bed, but he had finally succumbed as he grew weaker. Ros went for a doctor he knew he could trust and was horrified to hear that the doctor suspected poison. Not in a dangerous amount, but he would have to ride the sickness out.
Ros sighs and stands. He should get back to work while Jynx was still sleeping. He’ll check on him in a bit.
———
When he comes back, he finds Jynx crumpled on the floor at the side of the bed, gasping and sobbing, tangled in his blankets. Ros rushes to his side and drops to his knees. “Jynx? Jynx wake up!”
But Jynx just twists weakly in the blankets. “ ‘m sorry- sorry please- please no- didn’t mean to-“ His breathing is ragged and face streaked with hot tears across his burning skin.
It’s makes Ros’ heart hurt to see Jynx like this, so broken and vulnerable. “Come on- let’s get you out of this mess.” He pulls the restrictive blankets off of the fevered man and struggles to lift him back up into the bed. Jynx is still crying weakly, begging for forgiveness, but Ros ignores it and starts sponging his skin with a cool cloth.
“It’ll be alright- you’re safe”, Ros says quietly, smoothing his friend’s sweaty hair back off his forehead. “You’re safe, no one’s going to hurt you.” It would be a long few days.
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the team medic, the caregiver, the friend with healing magic - whatever character usually mends injuries and soothes pain - they’ve been brutally attacked. they barely managed to survive and stumble to a safe place. they look down at the source of the blood and the shaking hand staunching the flow, their clothes torn and dirty. they know what they would do if they were helping someone in this condition, but being this hurt themselves? all they want is to be taken care of, to feel like they’ll be held and wrapped up and protected if they pass out.
“Where’s that dirty brat? We know he hangs around your tavern.”
Ros is crowded against the wall, surrounded by a large group of ruffians. “Gentleman- and ladies... please there’s no need for violence. Look, if he owes you money, I can pay that.”
The ruffian directly in front of him knocks the bags of shopping out of his arms and the contents scatter across the ground. “We don’t want money. He stole something from us. And unless he gives it back, I guess we’ll just have to make do with what’s right in front of us.” He grabs Ros by the forearm and yanks him closer. Ros wrinkles his nose when he’s assisted by the smell of unwashed body and sweat. Disgusting.
“Let me talk to him then. I’m sure we can find some sort of arrangement”, Ros says calmly, trying to placate the rowdy group.
“I don’t know. I’m starting to like the alternative better”, the ruffian said and the others laughed. “Bind him. A tiefling like him will fetch a fine price. He’s a looker, so don’t rough him up too much.”
“Wait what?! You can’t do this! I’m a citizen- get your hands off me!” Ros struggles, but he’s no match for the many strong hands that twist his arms behind his back, that grab hold of his delicately curved horns and force him to start walking.
“Someone get him to shut up”, the leader yelled and Ros is hit in the head with the pommel of a sword, knocking his head to the side and stunning him into silence with a gasp of pain. He can feel the blood trickling down the side of his face now.
“I said make him shut up! Not damage the merchandise! Do I have to do everything myself?” The leader comes over and fishes a dirty rag out of his pocket and stuffs it in Ros’ mouth. “That should do it. Now let’s get out of here.”
Slavers, Ros realized, though too little too late for him. But if he could catch them off guard...
He wraps his tail around the leg of his person pushing him along, tripping them up. They fall to the ground and let go, giving him an opening to hop over his bound hands and tug the gag out of his mouth before taking off running. He runs right into another thug whos’s punch to the face and knee to the gut sends him flying on to his back, tearing his shirt and scraping his shoulder roughly against the ground.
Another pair of hands grabs him by the horns and starts dragging him, not even nothing to pick him up. Every bump over stones and random trash bits hurts as he struggles to pry the hands off his horns. His escape was short lived, you could barely even call that an escape. More like an attempt. He just hopes Jynx will find him, and isn’t holed up or busy somewhere else.
Rare fluff
Rare fluff for V day
———
“What’s with closing the tavern up? I noticed a lot of people in town”, Jynx says, crossbow slung over his shoulder as he comes in. “What’s with that? Is there something going on?”
“You didn’t know?” Ros looks over his shoulder at Jynx. “It’s festival time.”
“There’s a.... Festival?” No wonder so many people were in town. He’s lucky no one’s recognized his face yet. Then again, he was always good at blending into a crowd. But he’s too busy for this. Not really a partier. Not him.
Ros grins, sharp teeth flashing and grabs Jynx’s arm and pulls him up flush against him. “It’s a special festival.”
“Ohh?”
“Just come with me please?”
Jynx sets his crossbow on the kitchen table, worn from many scrubbings. “I would love to come with you Roshni.”
-----
There’s streamers strung across the streets, bright colors and lots of flowers. Merchants have stalls and carts set up, selling all kinds of wares. The atmosphere is cheerful, people calling out to their friends and children running about.
Ros buys them some candy and they climb up on to a roof to watch the people in the streets below. It’s hard to find time for just the two of them, what with the cause getting bigger, growing faster. Ros’ tavern has become a secret meeting place. Jynx wasn’t expecting others to want to help with his mission, but it seems many feel the same way he does. And what with the war brewing…
But at least today is clear and filled with the sounds of laughter. It’s nice. Jynx has never really like festivals. Back when he was younger, they never meant good things for him. Festivals were busy- lots of people visiting the temples. He mentally shakes himself. Things are different now. He’s his own man now.
“I have to go pick up some things for dinner tonight. I was hoping-” Ros pauses hesitantly and Jynx swears he can see a hint of a blush on the tiefling’s face. “That is- If you wouldn’t mind dinner… just the two of us. I was planning on cooking and with the tavern being closed for the festival we’d have some time-”
Jynx leans over and kisses him, fingers digging into the roof to keep his balance. “I would love to have dinner with you.”
Ros grins and slides down off the rooftop. “Don’t get into any trouble. I want you in one piece for dinner tonight!”
“Can’t promise anything!”
“How long have you been working?”
Jynx looks up at his Ros with bleary eyes. “Not that long. Why?”
“You look terrible.” Ros picks up the empty mugs from the cluttered table. “Try to get some sleep soon okay? Don’t work yourself to death.” He shakes his head and leaves- Jynx can hear him tromping back down the stairs to his tavern.
He turns back to the scattered papers and “Missing” posters. This would be so much easier if he could read like a normal person. Being illiterate had no perks whatsoever.
Jynx knows he could ask for help, Ros would be happy enough to help him instead of struggling alone and trying to learn. But he doesn’t want to ask him. He doesn’t want anyone to know. So he casts another time pocket and pulls the book towards him again. Common is hard enough to speak, but the written form is torture to him.
The time pocket runs out after 6 hours. He shakes himself out of his stupor and casts another one. It’s harder this time. He knows he shouldn’t be casting this much, and for something as trivial as this, but he wants to study in secret. Besides- these documents he stole hold important information and he doesn’t need anyone else reading them. So he has to learn.
When the next pocket fades, Jynx is straining to keep his eyes open. He needs to eat or at least get some strong coffee from the kitchens. He wipes the dried trickle of blood from his nose away and stumbles down the stairs, leaning heavily on the railing. Just needs something to wake himself up and he can cast another time pocket.
Ros has just headed down the stairs and into the kitchens when he hears Jynx following him. He stumbles in and heads for the coffee pot but Ros moves to block his path. “Absolutely not. No more for you. What did I just say?”
Jynx looks confused. “Oh- right-“
Ros frowns. “You’re not using magic to keep yourself awake are you?”
“If I was, why would I need coffee?” Jynx says, forcing a smile. But he looks so much worse than when Ros saw him just minutes ago.
“You bastard! You’re time looping again! We talked about this! You said you wouldn’t anymore!” Ros says angrily. “You promised Jynx!”
Jynx hangs his head. Of course he fucked up again. He sways where he’s standing, exhausted and ashamed. He had promised and he broke that.
A look of concern flits over Ros’ face. “You look like you’re about to die. Go to bed Jynx.”
He nods and heads back towards the back stairs, steps uneven. He’s going to grab the railing to hold himself up when his vision blacks out and he stumbles backwards and hits the wall roughly. He’s too tired and drained to force his body to go any further.
“Jynx? Jynx?! Dammit.” Ros sets the tray he had just picked up down on the counter and rushes to his friend’s side. “He never learns.”
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it is time to once again loudly express my appreciation for the whumpee collapsing on the caretaker’s doorstep
if you do this, i will love you eternally
It’s not intended. Not really. Jynx tells himself he shouldn’t come here, drop out of the sky after months of no contact. But it’s hard to draw a breath, hard to walk. And Ros’ place is the closest.
He reasons that it’s okay, it’s not the first time he’s randomly stopped by to get patched up and a meal. Ros is generous like that. Taking time to make sure his friend- lover- whatever they are, is cared for.
But with each limping step it’s becoming more difficult to walk with his leg like this, ribs broken. Hard to breath, even harder to stay upright. He stops and puts a hand against the rough brick side of a building. Has to keep going. He can’t just, not. Not when he’s so close to help. Ros would kill him if he died on some random sidewalk.
Jynx feels lightheaded but he decides to keep going. Almost there, almost there. He sees the back door to Ros’ tavern and his breath hitches painfully in his chest. Doorstep yeah… just needs to sit down for a second…. needs to take the pressure off his leg… he’ll feel better if he rests for a minute…
***
Ros goes to dump a bucket of dirty dishwater out the backdoor and almost drops the whole thing in shock. “Jynx?!”
because @whump-sprite insisted that it needed angsty comfort.
Ros’ bedroom is up a flight of stairs and there’s no way he’s going to be able to drag an unconscious Jynx all that way. Maybe he can enlist a patron to help him.
He won’t deny that it stings a little, Jynx only showing up randomly and every so often when he needs help or a meal or... a night. Ros is more than happy to oblige, but for once he’d not like to find his friend collapsed on his back steps, looking like he’s been put through a meat grinder.
After some time and help from a patron, (he puts his tab on the house) he get’s the unconscious half elf into bed and sinks down on the floor with a sigh. “What have you done this time?” He mutters, rubbing one of his horns in frustration. Jynx was just so- so reckless. Throwing himself into fights, no thought for his own safety. It was infuriating.
He’s pulled from his inward ranting by a pained moan from up on the bed. Ros supposes he should check his friend’s injuries.
Some poking and prodding and more grunts and groans from Jynx and he deduces that it’s a few broken ribs, a lot of bruising, and it looks like he’s wrenched his knee. Son of a bitch. Ros has to get back to his tavern and his bartending. He doesn’t have time for Jynx-tending.
He slides a pillow under his friend’s leg and closes the curtains. Jynx will just have to deal until later tonight. He’s walking out the door when he hears a faint, “Ros-“
Sighing, he comes back to the bed and crosses his arms. “What? You have an explaination this time? Or did another game of cards get nasty.” His voice has a bite to the edge of it, he’s not happy.
“No... I- Nothing like that.”
“Then what?! What is it Jynx?” Ros said throwing his hands in the air. “You come here and expect me to drop everything for you and you don’t give me any explanation unless I drag it out of you.”
Jynx winces and looks away. “I’m sorry.”
Ros huffs, still trying to be mad. “So what was it? Or are you going to ignore me this time too?”
“Some... people. Guess my being only half of their kind offended them. If you have to know.”
“Oh... Jynx I’m so sorry. I- I didn’t know.” Ros immediately feels terrible. He rubs Jynx’s hair the way he know he likes and smiles. “You just rest. I’ll bring you something to eat in a bit alright?”
Jynx closes his eyes and sighs. “Yeah alright.”