AC Pirates
Dec. 25th, 2018 08:55 pmMalik eyed his drunk and half unconscious friend with annoyance and exasperation as he reached to pull him to his feet once again. Altair listed sideways causing Malik to wonder for a moment if he was even going to manage to stay standing. It seemed so because Altair managed to regain his balance for a moment before slumping against the wall of their room.
"I told you not to keep drinking. How are you supposed to climb the rigging now?"
"I can manage just fine." Altair refuted staggering a step closer to Malik and wrapping an arm around him.
Malik wrapped his arms around the taller man and sighed rolling his eyes. He did hug Altair a little closer to him though, relieved that they'd both made it through the boarding safely, and that the taller man was healing well from their fight with the navy a week ago. Kadar would not be the only one grieved if the golden eyed man did not return one day however much Malik might deny it, and he denied it vehemently.
"Thank you... for making sure I made it back." Altair murmured, his nose pressed into Malik's hair.
Malik scowled as he realized that Altair had followed his line of thought once more. Altair had survived that fight thanks to Malik stubbornly refusing to be sent back to the ship even though Altair as the first-mate had full right to send him back. With his frustration at the event in question in mind Malik had no qualms about shoving Altair back onto his cot, his hand pressing harder than he'd actually meant to against the wound that he'd just been relieved was healing.
Altair sprawled with a sharp gasp of pain and curled on his side, his hand acting as a barrier against any other attacks. Malik tugged at Altair's wrist then lifted his shirt once he'd moved the hand. Seeing that his shove had caused it to bleed a little Malik grabbed a cloth and lightly pressed it to the injury.
"Sorry..."
"There is nothing to apologize for. Just do me a favor and wait until I finish healing before you hit me there again."
"I suppose I can do that. Just as soon as you stop making novice mistakes."
"Ah, but if I did that then what would you complain about?"
"I am sure I can think of something. Your drinking habits perhaps."
Altair laughed softly and nodded. "You do that."
Malik stood and left the room content that his friend made it safely to his bed. Pausing he glanced at the door and smiled relieved, it seemed like he would get to keep him around for a while longer still and that was more of a relief than most other thoughts he'd had recently.
"I told you not to keep drinking. How are you supposed to climb the rigging now?"
"I can manage just fine." Altair refuted staggering a step closer to Malik and wrapping an arm around him.
Malik wrapped his arms around the taller man and sighed rolling his eyes. He did hug Altair a little closer to him though, relieved that they'd both made it through the boarding safely, and that the taller man was healing well from their fight with the navy a week ago. Kadar would not be the only one grieved if the golden eyed man did not return one day however much Malik might deny it, and he denied it vehemently.
"Thank you... for making sure I made it back." Altair murmured, his nose pressed into Malik's hair.
Malik scowled as he realized that Altair had followed his line of thought once more. Altair had survived that fight thanks to Malik stubbornly refusing to be sent back to the ship even though Altair as the first-mate had full right to send him back. With his frustration at the event in question in mind Malik had no qualms about shoving Altair back onto his cot, his hand pressing harder than he'd actually meant to against the wound that he'd just been relieved was healing.
Altair sprawled with a sharp gasp of pain and curled on his side, his hand acting as a barrier against any other attacks. Malik tugged at Altair's wrist then lifted his shirt once he'd moved the hand. Seeing that his shove had caused it to bleed a little Malik grabbed a cloth and lightly pressed it to the injury.
"Sorry..."
"There is nothing to apologize for. Just do me a favor and wait until I finish healing before you hit me there again."
"I suppose I can do that. Just as soon as you stop making novice mistakes."
"Ah, but if I did that then what would you complain about?"
"I am sure I can think of something. Your drinking habits perhaps."
Altair laughed softly and nodded. "You do that."
Malik stood and left the room content that his friend made it safely to his bed. Pausing he glanced at the door and smiled relieved, it seemed like he would get to keep him around for a while longer still and that was more of a relief than most other thoughts he'd had recently.