Sending hugs always!14– Write about one member of your ship discovering that the other has been seriously hurt by a third partyPlease and thank you!
Took the opportunity for some Banshee x Sabretooth, because why not.
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“Jesus, Irish, I didn’t know you had that much blood in ya,” Sabretooth’s enormous form lingered in the doorway, as he stared down at the battered figure on the stone floor. Remarkably, for once the carnage wasn’t his doing.
“Ain’t in my no more, now is it, ya big bastard?” Banshee gurgled.
“Guess not.” Sabretooth crossed his arms.“You need some help with that?”
“Wouldn’t say no. But I expect you’re more interested in just standing there, watchin.”
The two of them regarded one another for a moment.
Sabretooth huffed. “Not much of a show with you just laying there.”
Banshee let out a painful bark of laughter. “Sorry to bore ya. Shouldn’t be for too much longer.”
“Ehhh, nuts to that. I’d miss your bitching.” Sabretooth squatted awkwardly down beside him, and started tearing pieces off of his own shirt. “I’d ask where he got ya, but I think it’d be faster to ask where he didn’t.”
“Yeah.” Banshee winced as the other man started to apply the makeshift bandages. “Pity I don’t have your healing talents, eh?”
“Yeah, real pity, songbird.” Sabretooth grinned a toothy grin at him. “You know you look kinda nice layin there like a broken bird, you know.”
“Oh you always know just what to say, Creed,” Banshee drawled. “No wonder you’re such a hit with the ladies.”
“Tends to work better on men, actually.” He gave a lascivious lick of his lips and scooped Banshee almost carefully into his large arms. “C’mon, Irish.”
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