The tailor and the vampire lord: ON HOLD

8: Name giving

Things have slowed down for just a short while so Error takes a moment to tend to himself as the kids peacefully sleep the night away.

In the morning he sits the kids down for a talk.

TW: Tending to one's injuries and mentions of blood, nothing too graphic in my opinion but putting it here anyway, it's all only in the first half though.

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Error in fact did not sleep at all that night.

It's not like he needs sleep to function like others did and could function without rest, what point was a destroyer that grew tired and could not work after all. And lately he felt like he's been sleeping so much, more than he ever had in years so he did not feel inclined to now.

So while the children slept tucked safely away on the bed he turned his attention to his current state.namely how he could feels his bones being covered in dust, blood and dirt making a crusty film over his bones and grit in his joints. A rather unpleasant sensation he decided.

Looking over himself he also found that the previous fight, the trip through the void and trudging through a forest and carrying children around had undone most of his makeshift bandages and reopened some of his wounds. Great.

Looking around he found a shallow bucket tucked into a corner half filled with water next to another empty bucket and a rag. He didn't know the purpose for the room to have these sitting out for people but decided this would do for his purposes. Dragging the bucket out of the corner Error got to stripping down and peeling off the filthy bandages off his body, exposing his damaged bones to the open air leaving him shivering at the slight cold breeze.

He was thankful there was nothing in the form of a mirror in this room, if he could see what he looked like all he would see would be a broken skeleton staring back at him. Chipped and burnt bones and deep scars covered every part of him leaving his bones rough and fragile, broken so many times it now left only brittle bone behind.

In the low light provided by the moon through the lone window he washed out the grime from the scraps of fabric he had been using as bandages and ringing them out the best he could, trying to ignore how his recently injured hand protested, he had long gotten used to ignoring his own pain. When the water wrung out of them came out clear he put those to the side as he turned and attempted to wash out the worst of the mess from what was left of his clothes, ow just a sweater, pants and his scarf and put those to the side as well.

Laying hem out carefully to dry he turned back to the bucket and wet a rag in it's water and turned to himself. Careful to not reopen or worsen any of his injuries he wiped himself down with the wet rag and took extra care when cleaning out the many cracks and cuts to free them of blood and debris. Starting from his rib cage to down his spine before moving to his arms and legs while making sure to being extra thorough to clean out every joint, occasionally pausing only to re-wet the cloth and ring out any mess built up.

This process of cleaning himself was a slow task and a considerable amount of the night hours had passed before he was done and tossed the rag back to the bucket. Only to grimace at how the once clear water was now a dark and murky red and particles of dust clumping at the bottom. But now he felt so much lighter without all of that on his bones, he will have to remember to find a way to dispose of the water before the owner or anyone else has to clean out the room and find...that.

The re-wrapping of his injuries was bit more of a task and doing so for his ribs and spine was even more difficult as now he could no longer fully ignore the pain that was burning through his whole body to make itself known, and doing so with a injured hand was also a problem. But he just gritted his teeth and tries his best to keep his pained grunts quiet as he was very aware of the children sleeping just feet away from him so he tried his hardest not to accidentally rouse them, he did not want to frighten them.