#pathfinder kingmaker: tristian left to sarenrae

[thewickedgrace]

Damn it, looks like I didn't manage to get Heinrix's good romance ending

[haledamage]

For fictober Day 1: “Can you feel this?”

featuring Tristian and Linzi from Pathfinder: Kingmaker and my character Aurienne (whom I should really post about here at some point)

"Can you feel this?" Tristian murmured as his cool, careful fingers pressed at the wound in Aurienne's shoulder. Auri bit back a curse as she felt the arrowhead grinding against bone. "Unfortunately," she ground out, and whatever else she'd intended to say left with a hiss as he tried to lift her arm. Linzi hovered nearby, wringing her hands as she awaited the opportunity to help. "I'm really sorry, Auri," she said, not for the first time. "Linz, it's okay. Really." Aurienne was glad she kept most of the pain out of her voice. "Better me than you." "You would say that," Linzi muttered, but she relaxed a little. "Hey." Aurienne leaned across Tristian to put a hand on Linzi's shoulder. "You'd have done the same for me." Linzi finally met her eyes then, fierce pride and affection on her face. "You're damn right I would." Auri hissed again as Tris peeled her armor away from the arrow, and he looked up at her for a moment, gifting her with a gentle smile before turning back to his work. "I won't take it personally if you feel the need to curse at me," he said quietly. "Sometimes it can help with the pain." Auri chuckled. "It's not so bad. I'll save it for when I need it." "That may be sooner than you think," Tristian said. Before Aurienne could think of a response to that, his grip tightened on her shoulder. She barely stifled a scream as her vision went white with pain as he pushed the arrow the rest of the way through. The pain was eventually chased away by the warm golden light of Sarenrae's healing. Auri had, at some point, dropped her head down onto Tris's shoulder, and Linzi held her good hand in a vice grip and stroked her arm in a soothing and surprisingly motherly manner. "Fuck," Aurienne said when she could speak again. She said it again for good measure. "I take back every nice thing I've ever said about you or Sarenrae." "No you don't," Tristian said, a hint of fondness in his voice. "No I don't," Auri agreed. The pain had faded almost completely, only a lingering bruised feeling in her shoulderblade that would be gone by morning. The air was filled with the peculiar scent of Sarenrae's magic, warm and spicy and homey. "Thank you, Tris." He smiled at her, as warm as his patron goddess. "You'd have done the same for me." She grinned back. "You're damn right I would."