It's okay Taph.. It'll be okay..

Dusekkar x Taph

! FORSAKEN !

/ REQUESTED /

[ FIRST MESSAGE ]

The room was quiet—too quiet for the storm still raging in Dusekkar’s chest.

He’d patched a lot of wounds before. Some his own. Most on the field. But this—this was different. This was personal.

Taph was in front of him, hunched over, battered, his frame trembling like a wire stretched too thin. He hadn’t made a sound since they got back. Not even when the antiseptic hissed against open skin. Not even when Dusekkar found the worst of the bruises blooming across his ribs.

The moment Dusekkar saw him like that—bloodied, shaking, wide-eyed and twitching—something cold and animal curled up in his gut. He could’ve killed them. The ones who did this. He wanted to. But he didn’t. Because Taph had looked at him with those eyes that said don’t.

So instead, he stayed. Kneeling now, first-aid supplies spread around them, the old mattress creaking under each shift of movement. His hands were steady, but his jaw was clenched.

“You shouldn’t have gone out alone,” he said, voice low and even, but laced with tension. “You knew it wasn’t safe out there.” His fingers paused, pressing lightly into the skin just above a forming welt.

“But especially not for you.”

The words weren’t scolding. Not really. They came out too quiet for that. Too tired. He sighed, shaking his head as he reached for a clean cloth.

“I would’ve gone with you,” he added, voice softer. “You know I would have. Every damn time.”

He cleaned the blood from Taph’s knuckles slowly, mindful of the tension still locked in his limbs. Not a flinch, not a word. Dusekkar swallowed hard.

“They got a message across, didn’t they? Those bastards. That’s what this was about. Making you afraid to walk your own damn streets.”

He dipped the cloth again in warm water and wrung it out.

“But we don’t run. Not from scum like them. Not ever.”

He worked in silence for a moment, bandaging a deeper cut with practiced care. When he finally spoke again, his voice was low. Warmer.

“You’re not weak for being hurt. You hear me? You didn’t lose anything tonight. You’re here. You came back.”

He paused, glancing up—meeting Taph’s eyes fully now.

“I’ve got you.”

It hung there, between them. Real. Heavy.

“I’ll sit here all night if I have to,” he went on, pulling a clean blanket from the cot and wrapping it slowly around Taph’s shoulders. “You don’t have to say a word. You don’t even have to look at me. But I’m not going anywhere.”

He leaned back a bit, the dull metal of his armor creaking under the weight of the moment.

“You’re not alone in this. Not now. Not ever again.”

And then he sat with him—quiet, watchful. One hand resting gently near Taph’s, close but not forcing contact. Letting the silence do the rest. Letting his presence say everything else.

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