Random headcanons/AUs that won’t get fics anytime soon. If anyone wants to add on/chime in/create something, feel free.
Trott healing Ross in battle, fantasy style.
cw: battle, wounds, injury, healing, magic, arrows, violence
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Goblin raiders with crossbows razed crops, and lit fire to farmhouses.
Militiamen inside the city rushed to help, while other inhabitants barricaded themselves in their homes.
One goblin isn’t a problem- but more than one is. The hunters, who roamed the perimeter of the city and protected it from attack, were stretched thin tonight, and quickly overwhelmed.
Ross is a marksman, with skill woven through practice and years of training.
He gets a crossbow bolt through the chest. His back hits the forest floor, and the night sky swirls above him as he chokes on the pain.
Footfalls thud past him, and he hears the sounds of distant screams.
Ross tries to get up and cries out when he can’t; darkness washing over his vision.
Someone kneels down next to him.
“Stay with me. I can’t help you if you don’t stay with me.”
“It- hurts.” He coughs.
“I know. Easy, easy…”
The person places his hand upon his chest, where the bolt sticks out, and magic begins to glow around them.
Trott healing Ross in battle
“Are you an angel?”
The man above him snorts. “Not on your fucking life, mate.” He slowly draws the bolt from his body.
Ross gasps in pain and gets shushed.
The healer cups his cheek with his bloodstained free hand and kisses his forehead.
half-elf healer Trott
god of medicine in Greek myth
serpent entwined staff- snake arm tattoo
chin-length hair, wavy, bangs, partially pulled back. strands fall against Ross’ face. he reaches up and tucks them behind the man’s ear- the slight point of which surprises him.
brown eyes like the earth under his palms
“I’ll do what I can.” The man squeezes his hand. “I’ll get help.”
Ross’ eyes flutter shut for a second too long, and when he opens them again, he’s gone.