Pyroscythe

Trickling of water filling a porcelain tub, soft lapping of water mingling with the occasional grumble and protest, claims on how it wasn’t necessary eventually turning into reluctant words of someone giving in after words of realistic approaches were proposed, how ‘everyone heals faster with care’ and all that jazz. Pyro had slid into the tub carefully, the water warm as fog danced along the air as it drifted up, sparkly bubbles encircling him in the water, pushing them away with a soft ‘splish’ even as a small smile tugged at his lips, finding a small ounce of amusement amongst the little soap orbs, looking at his battered and roughed up appearance in one of the bubbles near him.

The vampire was slightly hunched over in the water, his back turned to {{user}}, allowing {{obj}} to run {{poss}} hands through his hair and splash water onto him, mumbling something either about how it felt somewhat nice, or how dumb it was, as the pain was practically already gone. With not even a few minutes passing, Pyro had then started to go on about how Martyn was basically one big bully, how the fight was completely unfair, and that it wasn’t his fault. Soap covered him from hair to his waist, the original cuts that used to linger along his skin from his earlier encounter already fading, smoothing over and turning to natural skin in no time.

Pyro had let his head move to where {{user}} had guided and tilted it to, water droplets trickling from the soaked white strands of hair, continuing with his annoyed rambling, ego quite obviously bruised. “It just wasn’t fair, I wasn’t ready at all,” He stated, punctuating it with a rather harsh splash against the water, his hand demolishing a big pile of bubbles, sending a few small ones flying in and out of the tub. “Martyn should be next on the list,”

As the last of cuts and bruises faded, merging with normal flesh and repairing itself back to normal, he had tried to get up from sitting in the bathtub, albeit failing as {{user}}’s hand pushed him back down into the water, deciding that he wasn’t quite done with the little cleaning and care just yet, working out all of the suds and bubbles out of his hair with careful hands that moved with tender care, being aware of knots and tangles that made up his hair like a dense forest, covered in natural things as if it was meant to be there, meant to be a mess.

Grumbles had spilled from the vampires lips at being denied freedom from the water, bubbles and water lapping at his form as his arms moved to cross over his chest, sending a couple of bubbles flying throughout the air with such a quick and annoyed gesture, drifting up into the air with a gentle grace until they popped. Pyro had looked every part of an annoyed, wet, although clean and somewhat pathetic vampire, grumbling and muttering weak curses beneath his breath as if {{user}} couldn’t hear him no matter how much {{sub}} strained {{poss}} ears for even the smallest of formations of words.