[Now he does show surprise, widened eyes, a slack expression for a moment. As a swordmaster of his own skill how can he not know what an impossible and amazing thing is being said so casually. He lifts a hand to run through his own bangs, expression composing after a moment.]
Truly it's hard to find words for that. It's a beautiful style you've developed.
[He nods. Neither humble nor arrogant. He is, indeed, someone who doesn't praise easily or without reason, he won't put down his own comment out of modesty. He's a master himself, he meant it from the heart as a fellow swordsman. He also misses that Kamukura is flustered because he's too emotionally stiff to notice such things.]
I look forward to seeing what you accomplish as a knight, sir Kamukura. I have high expectations.
Keirean will make quiet small talk until Kamukura leaves. Turns out he's not an ineloquent speaker but he's also not great at carrying a conversation that isn't work related, or about his daughter. They get on that topic and he goes all soft at the edges, fond and fatherly. It's subtle but really cute.
After Kamukura gets up to go Keirean decides he likes the young man. Even if there's no way he can remotely trust him. So he extends to him the invitation to drop by if he wishes to talk again, if Keirean isn't otherwise busy, not something he often invites others to do. A few days later they're summoned and given their task, and a week after that they travel east, setting up base in an imperial owned villa the knights often use when in this area. It's probably familiar to Kamukura but well, they have scorpions to hunt.
And hunt they shall. It's a lot of work and very dangerous. Days into exterminating various nests Keirean comes to truly admire and be a bit terrified of the younger man's skill and potential. But they work well enough together, until, while dragging a wounded knight out of the way, Keirean is attacked by a scorpion that appears suddenly. Its sting ready to pierce his chest.]
[Kamukura also has trouble carrying a conversation, but he leaves without too much awkwardness. He's truly touched by the invitation, especially since it's not like he expects Kierean's trust, either.
As for the hunt... it becomes clear quickly that he is a clever and level-headed leader, and though he's VERY stressed by their current location, he's not allowing it to affect his work.
That all goes out the window when Kierean is in a danger he cannot save himself from. Kamukura doesn't even cry out, there's no time to warn him, all he can do is bodily shove the older man and the knight he's dragging out of the way, knocking the two of them over and taking the stinger himself, right in the side. He lops off its tail fast, slays it before anyone can really react to how very stung he just was, then turns to offer the wounded knight a hand up like he isn't turbofucked.]
[Keirean is visibly upset. But he's a hardened commander, he barks orders. Knights still standing make sure there aren't any more monsters, medics, treat the wounded, etc. The other knight is He's taking Kamukura by the arm and hauling him to the side, the other knight handed off to an uninjured comrade, and he's pushing him to sit on a rock while Keiren removes what armor and clothing he can from around where the stinger is still embedded.]
Hold on to me. This will hurt.
[Normally you want to leave an object in a stab wound until the doctors get to it, but with these scorpions the venom will keep pumping in until the sac is drained. Better to pull out the stinger and risk the blood loss than die certainly to the venom. Keirean is confident as a man who has treated many battle wounded before medics could as well, he is determined to make sure this young man who just surely saved his life doesn't die like this.]
[He lets Kierean yank him around, seeming almost confused more than anything? He feels pain like any man but his mind is kiiind of buckling under the stress.]
Ah, right, the stinger needs to...
[he trails off, curling his fingers into whatever bits of Kierean's armor he can get purchase on.]
[Because he intends to make sure Kamukura lives. He places a hand behind Kamukura's back, to hold him still, and pulls the stinger out with swift surety.
Quickly he drops it and presses torn cloth to the seeping wound, the pressure firm and steady until a medic can come dress it properly.]
[He holds onto the compress, stemming the blood. A medic arrives before he can respond and he hovers a moment before seeing to the aftermath. But he's the one to personally carry Kamukura with him on his horse back to the villa, even if the young man isn't conscious for it.
There everyone wounded gets proper thorough treatment, and Keirean carries Kamukura to a familiar room, settles him in bed and watches the doctors give him medicine.
The poison will make him feverish for a few days and weak for a while longer, on top of the wound, but he'll make a full recovery.
Keirean deals with his job as commander than comes back, watches over him, troubled, until he accidentally falls asleep in the chair by the bed.
The very same way he did once before when Kamukura was an injured little boy in this very room.]
[Kamukura passes out pretty much the moment Kierean steps away, and stays out cold for a WHILE. Which, in combination with the fever and change of scenery back into his childhood... it's a lot to take in.
He watches him, silently, for several minutes, before he gets too antsy about what is clearly a hallucination and tries to get out of bed.
He mostly hits the floor like a rock when he tries to put actual weight on his legs though? Fucked up.]
[He shakes his head, obkivious, gently pressing Kamukura back onto the mattress.]
Don't apologize. You saved my life today. I've yet to thank you.
[He touches the young man's forehead with the back of his hand, tsking.]
One moment.
[He goes across the room, pours a glass of water and wets a cloth, coming to set the glass by Kamukura's bed and fold the cloth, pressing it, cool and damp, to his head.]
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[Now he does show surprise, widened eyes, a slack expression for a moment. As a swordmaster of his own skill how can he not know what an impossible and amazing thing is being said so casually. He lifts a hand to run through his own bangs, expression composing after a moment.]
Truly it's hard to find words for that. It's a beautiful style you've developed.
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... Thank you. Such praise means a great deal, from a swordsman so accomplished as yourself.
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I look forward to seeing what you accomplish as a knight, sir Kamukura. I have high expectations.
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I shall do my utmost not to disappoint you, my lord.
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Keirean will make quiet small talk until Kamukura leaves. Turns out he's not an ineloquent speaker but he's also not great at carrying a conversation that isn't work related, or about his daughter. They get on that topic and he goes all soft at the edges, fond and fatherly. It's subtle but really cute.
After Kamukura gets up to go Keirean decides he likes the young man. Even if there's no way he can remotely trust him. So he extends to him the invitation to drop by if he wishes to talk again, if Keirean isn't otherwise busy, not something he often invites others to do. A few days later they're summoned and given their task, and a week after that they travel east, setting up base in an imperial owned villa the knights often use when in this area. It's probably familiar to Kamukura but well, they have scorpions to hunt.
And hunt they shall. It's a lot of work and very dangerous. Days into exterminating various nests Keirean comes to truly admire and be a bit terrified of the younger man's skill and potential. But they work well enough together, until, while dragging a wounded knight out of the way, Keirean is attacked by a scorpion that appears suddenly. Its sting ready to pierce his chest.]
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As for the hunt... it becomes clear quickly that he is a clever and level-headed leader, and though he's VERY stressed by their current location, he's not allowing it to affect his work.
That all goes out the window when Kierean is in a danger he cannot save himself from. Kamukura doesn't even cry out, there's no time to warn him, all he can do is bodily shove the older man and the knight he's dragging out of the way, knocking the two of them over and taking the stinger himself, right in the side. He lops off its tail fast, slays it before anyone can really react to how very stung he just was, then turns to offer the wounded knight a hand up like he isn't turbofucked.]
I'm sorry, did the fall worsen your injuries--?
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Hold on to me. This will hurt.
[Normally you want to leave an object in a stab wound until the doctors get to it, but with these scorpions the venom will keep pumping in until the sac is drained. Better to pull out the stinger and risk the blood loss than die certainly to the venom. Keirean is confident as a man who has treated many battle wounded before medics could as well, he is determined to make sure this young man who just surely saved his life doesn't die like this.]
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Ah, right, the stinger needs to...
[he trails off, curling his fingers into whatever bits of Kierean's armor he can get purchase on.]
It's okay. I won't die here.
[he says it like he's trying to comfort Kierean.]
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[Because he intends to make sure Kamukura lives. He places a hand behind Kamukura's back, to hold him still, and pulls the stinger out with swift surety.
Quickly he drops it and presses torn cloth to the seeping wound, the pressure firm and steady until a medic can come dress it properly.]
Hold on a little while longer.
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I will, I will... However long you need me to wait, I will.
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It'll be all right, I promise you'll be well taken care of. It may take some time to recover, but I will see that you do.
... You're holding on well.
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I won't let you down. I promised.
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There everyone wounded gets proper thorough treatment, and Keirean carries Kamukura to a familiar room, settles him in bed and watches the doctors give him medicine.
The poison will make him feverish for a few days and weak for a while longer, on top of the wound, but he'll make a full recovery.
Keirean deals with his job as commander than comes back, watches over him, troubled, until he accidentally falls asleep in the chair by the bed.
The very same way he did once before when Kamukura was an injured little boy in this very room.]
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He watches him, silently, for several minutes, before he gets too antsy about what is clearly a hallucination and tries to get out of bed.
He mostly hits the floor like a rock when he tries to put actual weight on his legs though? Fucked up.]
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Don't move around. You're still in bad shape. You might tear your stitches.
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curls his fingers into Kierean's shirt.]
You're... really here...?
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Yes. I apologize, I must have fallen asleep. Did you need something? Water?
[That is why Kamukura got up right.]
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[to climb in your lap, but he's just lucid enough not to say that.]
...Sorry for waking you.
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Don't apologize. You saved my life today. I've yet to thank you.
[He touches the young man's forehead with the back of his hand, tsking.]
One moment.
[He goes across the room, pours a glass of water and wets a cloth, coming to set the glass by Kamukura's bed and fold the cloth, pressing it, cool and damp, to his head.]
Focus on resting right now.
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He's snagging Kierean's wrist when he touches his forehead the second time, breathlessly intent on him, but forgetting to. Speak.]
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[His brows draw together, worried, and he lifts his other hand, touching Kamukura's neck to test his pulse.]
Should I call for a doctor?
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No, I...
Don't go?
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...My condition will not suddenly worsen at this stage.
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It shouldn't. But if you feel strange then say so. Stubbornness isn't a good quality in the injured.
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a) hEY GMAIL TELL ME WHEN I HAVE TAGS b) HAVE I BEEN MISSPELLING KEIREAN'S NAME THIS WHOLEASS TIME??
Yes but I genuinely didn't notice and had to go check if that helps
i reread the thread and was like... wait... wAIT...
Fair
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