[The kiss stirs him as it really and fully sinks in that Thranduil has meant what he said about being attracted to him. It's not that he hasn't believed him to be telling the truth but also it's surprising. It makes him blink and shift his head so he can look over his shoulder.
I couldn't tell. {He responds lightly, arching a dark brow.} It might serve you to adopt that care.
{And, yes, he did mean it. He likes strong Men and Mingjue is as muscular as they come! But he is respectful and he gives the Man a small smile before rubbing salve on his legs.}
That isn't the Nie way. We push ourselves hard to be strong and powerful. Worthy of our dao.
[Worthy and able to handle them given the fact that they're not ordinary blades. Nor will they ever be. He can only imagine what would happen if Baxia were to arrive in this place.
Realizing that his friend is continuing the treatment, he relaxes again, eyes closing almost as if he's asleep despite still being wide awake and aware.]
What becomes of your strength and power when your body refuses to function?
{Everything and everyone has a limit. Thranduil would rather not see Mingjue reach his. The Man being bedridden or in too much pain to walk would break his heart.
He is as careful and thorough with those legs as he was with every other part. By the time he finishes, a wave of exhaustion washes over him and he seeks out a chair.}
[Opening his eyes, he sees his friend move to a chair. Without hesitation he does exactly the opposite of what he's been told and what has been questioned. Throwing on his inner robe, he belts it as he fetches water.
Come lay down. [Yes. He is insisting as he moves to urge his friend to the bed. It's more than big enough for both of them to lay down awhile and Mingjue makes sure Thranduil is settled before finally easing worries to lay back down again himself.]
I am sure you will insist otherwise but I will find a way to repay you for this and future treatments.
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A moment of quiet and then...]
I am not know for being gentle with my body.
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{And, yes, he did mean it. He likes strong Men and Mingjue is as muscular as they come! But he is respectful and he gives the Man a small smile before rubbing salve on his legs.}
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[Worthy and able to handle them given the fact that they're not ordinary blades. Nor will they ever be. He can only imagine what would happen if Baxia were to arrive in this place.
Realizing that his friend is continuing the treatment, he relaxes again, eyes closing almost as if he's asleep despite still being wide awake and aware.]
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{Everything and everyone has a limit. Thranduil would rather not see Mingjue reach his. The Man being bedridden or in too much pain to walk would break his heart.
He is as careful and thorough with those legs as he was with every other part. By the time he finishes, a wave of exhaustion washes over him and he seeks out a chair.}
I suggest you use the day to rest.
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Bringing it over, he offers it to him.]
It is you who should rest for the day.
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It is a little tiring, that's all. I have three who will fuss over me when I return home.
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[And he's more than stubborn enough to go head to head with the stubbornness of Elves. Try him.]
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I am sure you will insist otherwise but I will find a way to repay you for this and future treatments.
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Even if my payment flies in the face of your Nie values?
{Mingjue surely knows what he will ask of him. Stop putting yourself in the way of harm.}
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[Blunt and straightforward. That's the way he is.]
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