Thread: Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix

Rage shook his head no at her last statement, the female wouldn't simply hand him the bed because he had an infection. Irritation or not ... Rage had a hard time sleeping on a bed. Sleeping there would only make the night's nightmares worse, they'd focus around the night his mother was unjustifiably killed and their home burned to the ground. The male was fine with dealing with the nightmares about his sister, any violent rage that would ensue following those could be unleashed, in due time, on darkspawn. There was no one who could take his rage out on for his parent's death ... the male was already dead his father. It was tough to not blame the man, the mess that he left his kids with because he had a small drinking problem. Would shoot off at the mouth whenever the fat man was even a bit tipsy. Rage shook his head softly, distracted in his own thoughts when he should have got up and left. Turning his head up to the girl to say thanks, the male opened his mouth ... quickly looking away, his mouth shutting immediately. That was probably the worst time to look up, why must she get undressed in front of him? Closing his eyes tightly, fighting off any thoughts of the sexual nature before they arrived. Pulling the armor from the water, keeping his eyes fixated on the dripping water. Giving the pieces of armor a few shakes ... Rage would leave now. Let his armor dry while they slept that night, be all set in the morning to head out to get supplies and what not. Hooray for needing to do odd jobs around Orzammar for a few pieces of sovereign. Standing up quickly, left hand holding the towel over his waist snugly as his right carried the leather armor he wore. Taking a few steps to the door, the male turned his head to the side a little only enough so he didn't see all of her body. Thanks ... Deacon. Didn't need to apply whatever you did, but .. thanks. Stepping out of the bathroom-esque room, Rage quickly tossed his things down to the floor. Shutting the door behind him, oh how he could for a nice, warm fire right now. Unfortunately, there wasn't any fire pits in the rooms of inns. Just in the main hub of the building. Rage wanted it only to dry his clothing enough to sleep in it ... well, his pants at least. Hated the sheer fact that the towel was barely long enough to cover anything up. Along with the fact that the male hated sitting around without some sort of cover on, was just bleh in his mind. Scars, cuts, nicks filled his torso, arms and legs. There wasn't anything worth showing off, so, he'd much rather hide everything. Shuddering lightly, the male's head filled of images that he didn't wish to really share in the open. Catching a glimpse of the mage's body in the bath ... she was an attractive young woman underneath rugged exterior. Though, the male wasn't with her to get all snuggled up and homely with the girl. She was simply there to follow the male around until he found his sister ... if they ever did. Get out of my head ... The male mumbled to himself lightly, picking up his pants from the ground. Wet or not, it would be better to wear them then sit around openly with the chance of getting aroused. Wouldn't be so easy to hide with a towel, mind you. Quickly pulling his pants up his legs, the male felt a shiver jolt up his spine. Cold .... by the maker, this is unpleasant. He mumbled to himself softly, it wasn't as warm as Rage would've liked it to been but better then him needing to ... relieve himself later on. Plopping down in the chair, the male let out a small relaxed sigh. The soaked pants legs pressing down against the arm after flopping them over. Closing his eyes slowly. A night's rest ... at long last.