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[OOM: GORLIM SMASH!!! - Warnings for violence (bloody), spiders (many), but no kinky sex this time (sorry).]

The door opens. The man who steps through -- slowly, but sure of his step -- is covered in mud, leaflitter, fresh blood, and some sort of slime that smells unspeakably awful. It's a smell you never forget, though: those who have encountered it before will know it without pause. Spiders. Strands of white fibre cling suspiciously in his hair and cloak.

There was most certainly a battle. And despite the blood, from the look on his face, he won.

Gorlim passes through the tables and to Bar, who instantly delivers a glass of apricot brandy... and a bar of soap. Gorlim picks it up and LOOKS at it for a moment or two, then laughs.

"Thank you, my lady. I shall get cleaned up directly, as soon as I finish my drink."

[ooc: OOM is part of Suit of Swords plot, but bar entry is open to all!]

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"When you are clean. He did not like your scent."

He looks over his lover.

"Dove, what have you been doing?"

"Fighting spiders," he answers mildly. Another giggle. "I won."

He was fucking terrified.

He almost died.

He was put in a COCOON.

He won.

These thoughts that pass through Gorlim's mind are heard by Námo's.

"Spiders? I thought... I thought he only..."

An image of a bloody bed is shared.

He only thought Ruin would take him, not do... these things.

A small smile on his Vala's lips.

"You were terrified... but you won."

Pride shines in Námo's eyes.

Gorlim nods. He is visibly shaking now, badly.

He takes another drink.

"He wasn't happy about it."

Námo watches him, worried.

"Should I seek a healer?" he asks, seeing him shake. "Do you... what do you need? What can I do?"

Gorlim knows he must be wounded, but right now he can feel nothing.

"Probably just the venom. It'll wear off."

He doesn't know what Namo can do. He's not exactly thinking straight right now. His thinking more closely reesembles a mountain road. The kind that twists over itself a lot and would make a PRETZEL look like a straight line.

"Venom?"

Námo growls.

And he begins to tug at Gorlim's stinking clothes, looking for those wounds.

Gorlim squeaks and wriggles. That TICKLES. The sting wound, if he can find it, is in his stomach.

"Spiders have venom," he explains between flailing.

He finds the wound, along with bruises and scratches.

"What spiders were you fighting? Shelob?"

Námo is being sarcastic.

"Eru, Gorlim, we need to get you cleaned up, treat this--it could become infected!"

He shakes his head.

"One of her sisters. Mirkwood. Probably not the real one. He's not that stupid." Gorlim sounds disappointed.

He doesn't give a damn about the wounds.

"Gorlim."

He Looks at him.

"You need to be taken care of. A spider's bite can become terribly infected. And it couldn't have been the real Mirkwood or I would have known."

He's sorry for Gorlim's disappointment, but he's worried.

Command not processed. Please back up and try again.

Gorlim sips his brandy. "'Swhat I said. I bet he made it up. But I still won."

If Námo were not Námo, he would be beating his head on the table.

Instead, he releases Gorlim's clothing, sighs, and sits back.

"I get a slight fever and you fuss for three days. You come back with a spider sting and insist you are fine."

Gorlim blinks.

His lucidity is slowly returning. The words do eventually get through to some part of his brain that has regained normal function.

Gorlim blinks again.

"Is it that bad? I can't feel anything," he explains. So of course, his body immediately counteracts that statement. He starts to possess a vague awareness of pain. Lots of it. Somewhere. But he is aware of it the way one is sometimes aware of things in a dream -- one knows a thing is there without having to experience it.

He asks a rat for two aspirin.

It wouldn't help much, but it would help.

They arrive quickly and Námo hands them to Gorlim.

"Take these. You will need them when the rush and the venom wear off," he says gently, putting the pills in Gorlim's hand.

His fingers close around Namo's hand for a moment.

He smiles and takes the pills, asking the bar for water instead of brandy. He swallows them obediently. He lets down his guard a little. The shaking is as bad as ever, and in his eyes there is fear beside the triumph. He is exhausted, shell-shocked, and knows he will be in pain soon.

"Do you want to see what I did?" he asks.

He kisses Gorlim gently.

I would be honoured, love.

Námo has always thought Gorlim could face anything if he had to.

Gorlim takes Namo's hands and closes his eyes. The bond opens to let through Gorlim's memory of the experience. His mind is still rattled, so the actual sensations come through muted and muddled, comparable to a movie with the soundtrack a little bit off timing, the volume set to 1 click above mute.

What DOES come through, however, is knowledge of Gorlim's acute arachnophobia.

You learn something new every day, dontcha?

Námo's eyes open as the visions fade.

To see Gorlim afraid...

It was something very new to him.

"Did he say why he chose that exercise for you and... not what he tends to choose?"

His own voice has a very slight tremble, Gorlim's fear very real to him at the moment, the bond as open as it is.

Gorlim shakes his head, pauses, thinks.

"I don't remember," he admits.

Brain jarred like jelly.

"Maybe he got bored?"

Námo nods.

"Maybe it will stop?" he asks hopefully.

Gorlim shakes his head.

"Maybe you'll hold me now?" he suggests as an alternative.

Did he even have to ask.

Arms tenderly slide around him, not caring about his own body and clothes becoming soiled.

It would give him an excuse to bathe with Gorlim.

"Three days." He is glad Gorlim cannot see his eyes. "And what will he do with us? What need does he have for me when he has you already?"

"Dunno."

Nuzzle cuddle CLING.

"Why did it have to be spiders?"

He hugs him a little tighter, but still careful.

"Perhaps he knew you were afraid of them? Hoped to have you call to him, or to me, for help? His intent is to break you, love. And your fears are one way for him to do so." He chuckles close to Gorlim's ear. "But you showed him. Fears do not rule you."