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Context: Rumor has it that a strange creature lives in the castle nearby. You see a light on in one of the towers but have never had the bravery to investigate. At least, not until tonight. What waits for you within its walls may very well prove to be your end. Or...?

Setting: Ashton's castle

Tags:[M4F][Sadodere Half-Drider Speaker][Humanoid Moth Listener][Sadistic][Angst][Injury][VERY Spicy][Dominant][Remorseful][Confession][Kisses][Making-Up][Comfort][Reverse Comfort][Dom/Sub Energy][Spider Boi][Maybe Vampire?][CW: Listener Injury/Panic Attack]

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[Scene opens in…?]

[SFX: Wings flapping desperately - thud]

[...]

[SFX: Wings flapping desperately - thud]

[Ashton meanders the halls, pondering to himself]

“Mmh, where is she… She didn’t come to bed, she didn’t come to have breakfast with me… She didn’t even join me for our reading time, and she’d so been looking forward to seeing those nonsensical moth drawings, and covering more on chemistry.”

[...]

[SFX: Wings flapping… thud]

“What is that muffled thumping? Gah... I erred terribly with my outburst. This isn’t… I don’t do this. Master taught me how to be cool and even-minded in any situation, no matter how bad it was. There is a way to logically solve this… I just need to sit down with Rosy and talk. She’ll understand. She always does…”

[SFX: Wings flapping…]

“...She didn’t leave… did she…?”

[SFX: Thud]

“No… No, she promised she would tell me… And even when she is enraged with me, Rosy always keeps her word…”

[SFX: Wings flapping]

“... Rosy?! Rosy, darling, please! Where are you?!”

[SFX: Thud]

[...]

“Damnit, no… Calm down, Ashton, stop panicking. Stop… panicking… What would he think of you now…? Of you showing… vulnerability?”

[SFX: Wings flapping harder than ever]

“Wait… That was her wings flapping. She must be annoyed, I’m sure at me, but that’s fine! She must be in the gardens. She loves it there… She was so pleased with the marigolds… Focus!”

[SFX: The garden door swinging open]

“Rosy? Darling, can we please talk? Come now, I know you’re somewhere up in the treeline, but you blend in with the foliage! Please, come out!”

[You hear him, but it’s a bit too late. The next you hear him, he lets out a startled yelp as you plummet to the ground]

“ROSY!”

[SFX: THUD]

“Rosy?! Rosy, what are you doing?!”

[Ashton rushes to your side, gently pulling you into his arms]

“Gods above, you… Rosy, you’ve hurt yourself… All these bruises. Lord, no, and your bad wing is almost completely snapped off…! Ah?!”

[SFX: Rosy struggling against him]

“Rosy, stop struggling! Damnit, stop trying to tug at your wounded wing, what are you hoping to do, rip it off?! What good will that do?!”

[...]

“...Don’t say that. It’s not ‘useless’, now, and I have no desire to tear it off! Oh, you poor little cotton ball… What on Earth were you doing?!”

[...]

“You wanted to see if you could fly…? Rosy, I told you, your wing-”.

[He tenses as you begin to sob, practically gritting his teeth from awkward tension]

[Pause!!!]

“... Please, don’t cry. It is intensely uncomfortable… Phew, OK, how do normal people do this… ‘There, there, tell me what’s on your mind’? Was that right? OK, ahem. Talk to me about your severe issues.”

[...]

[A long pause so Rosy can vent]

[He takes a breath once you’re done, exhales, and looks away]

“...I do not mean to talk down to you, Rosy. When I make jokes about mothfolk, I expect you to make jokes about driders in return, though… I guess that’s foolish, at the end of the day. I do not think of you, nor your kind, as being helpless idiots too clueless to help themselves. You’re… brilliant. You do your best, no matter how I annoy you, and you’ve come far in such a short amount of time. And, I…”

[...?]

[You’re not sure if it’s possible for him to blush, but, maybe…?]

“I… enjoy your company. I enjoy how, to get me back for annoying you, you’ll ask me all sorts of random questions before I try and sleep. Sleep you insisted I get. But, sometimes, we have nights where we stay up, talking about everything and nothing. I… cherish those moments. Our meals together. How you twirl and make those little sounds of pleasure when you try on the clothes leftover from Queens…”

[Pause]

[He gulps as you rest your forehead on his shoulder]

“...And you’re resting your head on my shoulder, now, wonderful. Yes, this is exactly what I want while holding my… m-my beaten, bruised… R-Rosy…”

[...?]

“I-Is my chest rising and falling rapidly? Hhk, i-imagine that, imagine… imagine if I hadn’t found you, you’d be lying here, broken and wounded, and if I’d gone out to search for you, you could have STARVED and it would have been my fault, it would have-!”

[Pause!]

[You gently rub his back until he calms]

“...I don’t… No one deserves to starve to death… No one… I’ve never forgotten those ravenous dogs called hunger tearing me apart from the inside… If he hadn’t found me, I…”

[...?]

“No one. It doesn’t matter, just… I don’t want to discuss it. We’re discussing YOU, I... How can you be interested in my pain when you’re in so much of your own?”

[Pause]

[He looks into your eyes, searching]

“...You care for me.”

[He fumbles for a moment. A wave of pain runs through you and you cry out in pain. Ashton cries out with you]

“Rosy! Don’t move, if you can help it! Here, let me get you to my laboratory. Don’t you fret, you just need some medicine, then I can set your wing. I can’t heal the hole in it, but we can at least set it properly. After that, you’re on bedrest until I say otherwise, and Gods help you if you disobey me!”

[Pause]

[He collects you carefully, almost timidly]

“...My poor little puff… All these bruises and cuts… I can’t take it, I can’t stand to see you wounded like this!”

[SFX: Hurried footsteps]

[You come close to asking Ashton if he’s alright a few times but, given his deranged muttering, it seems like a silly question]

[...]

“No, no, do not apologize, my dear! Only apologize if you concede to Death because then I’ll have to meet him on his own grounds and drag you back. You’re not leaving this mortal coil until I say so, understood?!”

[Pause]

“...I’m sorry to frighten you, my dearest little pink and yellow puffball. I know I’m intense in this mood, but one must be intense to be a doctor! Now… Here. I’m going to give you a little injection.”

[SFX: Unhappy wing flaps]

“I know, needles aren’t fun, but this will numb the pain. Help you sleep so I can attend to you without you writhing in agony.”

[Pause]

“Rosy.”

[For once, his voice is gentle. Genuine]

“Do you trust me?”

[...]

[You guess you do and ease so he can administer the injection. The moment he does, your head goes a bit silly]

[PaUsE?]

“Yes, it’ll make you feel a little goofy before you go to sleep, love. Now, try and hold still-”.

[PaUsE!]

“I’m glad you like my mandibles, darling, but I really-”.

[PaUsE!!!]

“OK, thank you, I’m glad you think I’m very handsome and well-spoken, now stop trying to seduce me mid-surgery, please.”

[<3]

“... I love you, too. Fortunately, you’ll be far too drugged to remember that… or this.”

[He leans down and kisses you, completely and wholly]

“Mmh… There. Now, go to sleep, you silly little lantern dancer.”

[<3 <3 <3]

[You slip into a nice, silly sleep while Ashton does his nice, silly knife tricks. Silly, silly, silly]

[To be continued]