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esp_dragonv2Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: "This will help to clean the dirt off you," Frankenstein said, running the shower.
Notes: 'Muzaka shows up at the start of canon' verse.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 689
Status: Work in progress
"This will help to clean the dirt off you," Frankenstein said, running the shower. "To turn it off, you press the same button until the light goes off. This bottle is for your hair," Frankenstein said as he pointed it out. "And this one for your body. You can use the towel to dry yourself once you're done."
Muzaka nodded, and maybe it was hope on Frankenstein's part, but it seemed like his expression was less blank, sharper than it used to be.
Muzaka tilted his head at the shower spray before starting to strip.
"I'll wash those," Frankenstein said, holding his hands out. He might burn the underwear though. Or he could get a much better sample of what Muzaka had been kept in. "I'll be back in a minute," he said, hearing Muzaka step into the shower.
Frankenstein kept the door ajar, just in case.
It didn't take long to get the washing started, and as Frankenstein returned to his bedroom, he collected a few more things for Muzaka to snack on and drink. He paused seeing the samples he'd collected still on the table. He could collect more - with how fast Muzaka healed there should have been a change already.
But... That was for his own curiosity.
He'd never seen something affect Muzaka so badly for this long. Maybe his healing had been affected somehow?
"Muzaka?" Frankenstein called out when he entered his bedroom, still hearing the shower running.
"Yeah?"
Frankenstein smiled, setting the food and drink down. It was still nice to just hear Muzaka's voice. "Is everything all right?"
"Yeah." The shower switched off and Frankenstein heard movement on the other side of the door. Muzaka stepped out a moment later. "Good enough?"
The towel was around Muzaka's shoulders, his hair still dripping.
"I'll help with your hair," Frankenstein said, moving to grab another towel. There was no wind or sunshine here to blow dry Muzaka's hair like he used to - for all that Muzaka's healing could deal with, it couldn't do anything about his wet hair.
"Stay here," Frankenstein said as he gathered up Muzaka's hair in a towel.
...He was going to need another towel.
Muzaka took the towel from his shoulders and started rubbing down his hair.
It didn't take that long between them, and Frankenstein absent-mindedly ran his fingers through Muzaka's hair when they were done.
Muzaka rumbled softly, leaning into his touch.
Frankenstein smiled softly, doing it a few more times. "I've got more clothes you can pick from."
Muzaka turned around and swept him up into a hug.
Aaah, it was warm... Frankenstein closed his eyes, returning the hug as he traced familiar scars on Muzaka's back. He smiled into Muzaka's shoulder. "Much better." Muzaka smelled much more like himself now.
Muzaka nuzzled his neck. "Yeah."
"You still need clothes," Frankenstein reminded him.
"Hnnn," Muzaka said, letting him go.
Muzaka only glanced through Frankenstein's wardrobe for a second before pulling out a dark red cardigan and similar coloured trousers.
By the time Muzaka had finished pulling on the clothes however, his eyes were half-lidded, his breathing going deeper.
"Muzaka...?" Frankenstein said, studying.
"Nn?" Muzaka perked up for a second, before quietening down again.
"Do you want to sleep?" If Muzaka had been contained for however long, this may have been the most exercise he'd done in a long time.
"...Yeah," Muzaka said, yawning.
"There's a bed right beside you."
Muzaka practically faceplanted himself onto it. He was quiet, breathing deeply, and hm, asleep instantly?
"Mmm, smells like you," Muzaka mumbled.
Frankenstein chuckled softly. "It is my bed."
Muzaka peered at him from the corner of his eyes. "You not comin'?"
Frankenstein hesitated. He had work to do, Muzaka's blood to test.
But...
He sighed, unbuttoning his shirt. He could do them later. "I'll need to change first." Laying on his shirt wasn't comfortable.
Frankenstein slipped into something more comfortable before climbing into bed.
He let out a shaky breath as Muzaka drew him close, rumbling. Frankenstein replied in kind, closing his eyes.
It didn't take long for Muzaka's breathing to even out and deepen, his hold only loosening slightly. Frankenstein didn't move, just listening to Muzaka breathe, drowning in his scent, committing it all to memory again.
Summary: "This will help to clean the dirt off you," Frankenstein said, running the shower.
Notes: 'Muzaka shows up at the start of canon' verse.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 689
Status: Work in progress
"This will help to clean the dirt off you," Frankenstein said, running the shower. "To turn it off, you press the same button until the light goes off. This bottle is for your hair," Frankenstein said as he pointed it out. "And this one for your body. You can use the towel to dry yourself once you're done."
Muzaka nodded, and maybe it was hope on Frankenstein's part, but it seemed like his expression was less blank, sharper than it used to be.
Muzaka tilted his head at the shower spray before starting to strip.
"I'll wash those," Frankenstein said, holding his hands out. He might burn the underwear though. Or he could get a much better sample of what Muzaka had been kept in. "I'll be back in a minute," he said, hearing Muzaka step into the shower.
Frankenstein kept the door ajar, just in case.
It didn't take long to get the washing started, and as Frankenstein returned to his bedroom, he collected a few more things for Muzaka to snack on and drink. He paused seeing the samples he'd collected still on the table. He could collect more - with how fast Muzaka healed there should have been a change already.
But... That was for his own curiosity.
He'd never seen something affect Muzaka so badly for this long. Maybe his healing had been affected somehow?
"Muzaka?" Frankenstein called out when he entered his bedroom, still hearing the shower running.
"Yeah?"
Frankenstein smiled, setting the food and drink down. It was still nice to just hear Muzaka's voice. "Is everything all right?"
"Yeah." The shower switched off and Frankenstein heard movement on the other side of the door. Muzaka stepped out a moment later. "Good enough?"
The towel was around Muzaka's shoulders, his hair still dripping.
"I'll help with your hair," Frankenstein said, moving to grab another towel. There was no wind or sunshine here to blow dry Muzaka's hair like he used to - for all that Muzaka's healing could deal with, it couldn't do anything about his wet hair.
"Stay here," Frankenstein said as he gathered up Muzaka's hair in a towel.
...He was going to need another towel.
Muzaka took the towel from his shoulders and started rubbing down his hair.
It didn't take that long between them, and Frankenstein absent-mindedly ran his fingers through Muzaka's hair when they were done.
Muzaka rumbled softly, leaning into his touch.
Frankenstein smiled softly, doing it a few more times. "I've got more clothes you can pick from."
Muzaka turned around and swept him up into a hug.
Aaah, it was warm... Frankenstein closed his eyes, returning the hug as he traced familiar scars on Muzaka's back. He smiled into Muzaka's shoulder. "Much better." Muzaka smelled much more like himself now.
Muzaka nuzzled his neck. "Yeah."
"You still need clothes," Frankenstein reminded him.
"Hnnn," Muzaka said, letting him go.
Muzaka only glanced through Frankenstein's wardrobe for a second before pulling out a dark red cardigan and similar coloured trousers.
By the time Muzaka had finished pulling on the clothes however, his eyes were half-lidded, his breathing going deeper.
"Muzaka...?" Frankenstein said, studying.
"Nn?" Muzaka perked up for a second, before quietening down again.
"Do you want to sleep?" If Muzaka had been contained for however long, this may have been the most exercise he'd done in a long time.
"...Yeah," Muzaka said, yawning.
"There's a bed right beside you."
Muzaka practically faceplanted himself onto it. He was quiet, breathing deeply, and hm, asleep instantly?
"Mmm, smells like you," Muzaka mumbled.
Frankenstein chuckled softly. "It is my bed."
Muzaka peered at him from the corner of his eyes. "You not comin'?"
Frankenstein hesitated. He had work to do, Muzaka's blood to test.
But...
He sighed, unbuttoning his shirt. He could do them later. "I'll need to change first." Laying on his shirt wasn't comfortable.
Frankenstein slipped into something more comfortable before climbing into bed.
He let out a shaky breath as Muzaka drew him close, rumbling. Frankenstein replied in kind, closing his eyes.
It didn't take long for Muzaka's breathing to even out and deepen, his hold only loosening slightly. Frankenstein didn't move, just listening to Muzaka breathe, drowning in his scent, committing it all to memory again.