Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20181001230640/@comment-25808351-20181003011156

(Doc/Lu) “Yeah. I got a few scratches, but I’ll be fine. Nothing some stitches and a warm bath can’t fix. So don’t worry about me, Tirush got it the worst.” Marcus takes a moment to wash his hands in the secondary part of the sink, so as not to get any of the dirt in the water for Tirush. After cleaning up his cracked and scraped hands, he takes a seat on one of the kitchen chairs.

Slowly he eases himself into the seat like an old man returning to his armchair. Marcus in his mind could only imagine how awkward or strange it must be for Lucida to him so, weak. He groaned as his knees bend and rear touches down upon the seat.

“Feels like I haven’t sat in years....” Marcus tucks his left hand into the sleeve of his coat, massaging his aching shoulders. He stops however when he feels a strange groove on his shoulder. Slowly he moves his coat away enough to see a scar he wasn’t familiar with. His eyes narrow, and he says nothing. He remembers the torture session prior to his mind control, but only darkness afterwards, then the searing heat Tirush created that nearly boiled him alive.

With a sigh he rises back up to his feet as the current vessel is nearly full. Without even being told he grabs another empty vessel and sets it right next to Lucida. He then puts his hand over the vessel on the stove to gauge the temperature.

“How hot does this water need to be?”