Shartos Drabbles and Oneshots

Injuries

"Honestly, Sharrkan." Spartos tutted as he dampened a towel in a bowl of warm water. "I thought you could 'take whatever they'll throw at you'."

"I can, and did." The swordsman replied, carefully stripping off his now-ruined shirt and robe, leaving his pants on. "It's just a scratch."

"It's not 'just a scratch'. It's long, and deep." Sharrkan couldn't help the snort that left his throat, making Spartos roll his eyes.

"And anyway, why am I the only one badly injured? What were you slackers doing?"

"Oh, we all ended our opponents. We just managed not to get hurt in the process." He replied smoothly, removing the vanbraces on his arms so he may work better. "Now be still. This'll probably hurt."

"Yeah, yeah." Sharrkan dismissed, knocking back half a glass of whine. "We've been through this before."

The redhead nodded a little, resting a hand on Sharrkan's warm shoulder, using the other hand with the damp towel to gently clean the bleeding wound. Sharrkan winced, hissing lightly before sipping more at his wine. The pain had mostly numbed his back, but damn that always stung. Even with Spartos' gentle touch. 

"I really.. appreciate you doing this, Spar." He spoke softly, smiling lightly at the light squeeze on his shoulder. "There's no way I'd survive having that witch try to heal me."

Spartos chuckled lightly, washing off the towel before returning to the wound. "I'm sure Hinahoho or Masrur would've done just as well as I could."

"Mas would jab a finger in it just to piss me off." He muttered. 

"Oh, he would not. Not unless you did something to piss him off."

"He'd find a reason."

Spartos rolled his eyes and sat down behind the swordsman carefully. "How did it happen, anyway?" He asked. "The wound, I mean." 

"Bastard used a cheap shot." Sharrkan retorted bitterly before explaining. "His power thing, he could summon these.. puppet, things. Well he summoned two to keep me busy, and then summoned one behind my back and bam- new ornament on my back."

"I wouldn't exactly call it an ornament." 

"Better than calling it another ugly scar."

Spartos frowned at that. "A lot of us are covered in those 'ugly scars' y'know.."

Sharrkan blinked at him before cocking an eyebrow. "Oh really? I've yet to see any on your body."

"That's because you haven't seen all of my body."

"Is that an invitation?" Sharrkan smirked. 

"..what?" Spartos blinked some. 

"To see your whole body." His smirk grew as Spartos' face went pink.

"No." He huffed. "I was just stating."

"Aw, come on. Why won't you show me all your scars?"

"Because I don't have that many, and they're not very impressive. I simply meant that there are other people with quite a few. Like Hinahoho for example. Mystras certainly had a lot.."

Sharrkan glanced over his shoulder at him. He hardly ever spoke about his older brother.. "Your brother was a strong fighter, so of course he had a few scars of his own."

"I know." Spartos nodded, setting the towel aside to grab a whole roll of bandages. "You're a strong fighter as well. That's why you have scars like this." He traced a finger gingerly around the edge of the cut. 

"Was that flirting?" Sharrkan grinned. 

"No." Spartos rolled his eyes again as he started wrapping the bandages around his torso. "Just saying.."

"Mhm." Sharrkan waited for the redhead to move around to his front, continuing with the bandages. It was astonishing really- how a grown man a year older than himself was so gentle and careful while dealing with something so brutal. He'd seen Spartos fight, covered in blood and absolutely fired up. So this side, while more common, was still a sight to behold. And feel. 

Before he could even help himself, he leaned forward to connect his lips with Spartos'. The redhead was shocked, to say the least. Wide-eyed and simply dumbfounded, he was frozen. So much so, that he'd dropped the bandages. He broke apart, flushing as dark as his hair. 

"Ah, I'm sorry." He apologized, bending down to pick them up from the floor. 

"Don't be." Sharrkan offered a light smile, idly taking Spartos' face in his hands. "I just couldn't help myself."

Spartos flushed again, shying away from his touch as he stood up to put the bandages away. He was at a loss for something to say, which was apparently okay because Sharrkan wasn't. 

"Did I embarrass you?" He teased.

Spartos chose to ignore him; denying would make Sharrkan tease and pry until he admitted that he was, in fact, thoroughly embarrassed. Sharrkan only grinned some, fixing the bandages around himself before walking towards the flustered redhead. "Hey, I was talking to you."

Spartos sent him a light glare from under his bangs. "I'm your senior, at least show me some respect."

Sharrkan scoffed. "By a year." 

"Yeah, and how much do you tease Masrur about being his senior, when you're just a year apart as well?"

The swordsman shrugged. "That's beside the point." Spartos rolled his eyes. "The point is," He grinned and tugged Spartos close again. "I've embarrassed you."

He leaned forward to brush his lips lightly against the other general's cheek, making the redhead flush again and push him back in a fit of chagrin. The shove had sent Sharrkan back far enough to hit his back against the wall, making him groan in pain. 

Spartos blinked at him and for a second seemed apologetic, before blinking that away and huffing lightly. "Serves you right.." He said as he fastened his vanbraces on once again. But his tone gave it away that he did feel bad. 

Sharrkan rolled his shoulder a little, sighing some. "Yeah, yeah. Sorry." 

Spartos glanced at him before glancing towards the door. "Let's go. I'm sure Sin will have some post-battle spiel."

Sharrkan nodded and led the way out of the room, starting the walk down the hall. His back still hurt like crazy. But he let a small smile erupt on his face when he felt a slightly smaller, smoother hand slide into his own.