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knight-engale · 3 months

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a strange request.

pairing: kuras/oc, kuras/mc

words: 1.6k

summary: after receiving an odd request from morgan, kuras decides to check on her, concerned for her safety.

warnings: accidental/involuntary voyeurism, references to religious guilt

a/n: inspired by a prompt @popcornaddict500 mentioned to me a while ago. i would have made this an "x reader" sort of thing but due to the nature of the fic, it just didn't work out without being awkward, so instead enjoy my mc i guess lol

Kuras quietly flipped through his patient notes, occasionally writing something down. He was always so busy tending to the sick and injured that it was rare that he had a moment to thoroughly review and update his records. There was always so much catching up to do…so much work to be done.

He was so absorbed in his record-keeping that he almost didn't notice the sound of someone knocking at the door. Only when it became more insistent did he look up. He quietly tucked his notes away and went to answer it.

“Good afternoon, how may I help you…” His golden eyes turned downward, his eyebrows lifting slightly when he realized who it was. “Ah, hello Morgan. Come in.”

He stepped aside, allowing the young woman to enter. She looked rather embarrassed, pulling her cloak a little more tightly around herself as she came into the office.

“Hello, Kuras… Thank you for letting me in.”

“Of course. How are your accommodations at the Wet Wick treating you?”

“It's been fine… Relatively comfortable, though I do wish I had ear plugs.”

Kuras gave that comment a small smile, his eyes shining pleasantly. “Is that why you've come to me?”

“No… I, um. You said I could see you if I needed anything, right?”

“That is correct.”

“Then…could you tell me if there's any…sources of water near the city…?” Morgan fidgeted with the hem of her cloak, her pale green eyes fixated on the floor as if it was the most interesting thing in the room. Kuras looked at her in surprise for the second time today.

“Sources of water? There is the river, I suppose… Why do you need one?”

“Ah…just…just because. It can't be the river, though… I need it to be more private than that. And cleaner.”

“I see. Unfortunately, I cannot recall any other water sources… There are public wells scattered around the city, which are free to anyone. Could you not use one of those?”

“No… It has to be bigger than that, and private. Please.”

Kuras considered her for a long moment. She was clearly distressed about this issue. He felt bad about disappointing her, but there wasn't much of a choice. He eventually let out a quiet sigh. Words came from his mouth before he could stop them.

“...There is one place I'm aware of that may provide the privacy you desire. However, I cannot in good conscience recommend it to you. I highly doubt it would be…safe.” He regretted speaking even as the words left him.

Morgan looked up. A few locks of her dark blue hair fell in front of her face. “What is it? The spot you're thinking of?”

He sighed quietly. “There is a freshwater spring outside of the city, to the west. It is fairly secluded.”

“That's perfect! To the west, you said?”

“Yes…but Morgan, I cannot stress enough that the safety of this spot is dubious. There is no shelter there; it is open and exposed to anything that may be nearby. Soulless are more common outside the city. I ask you to not go there.”

“If you didn't want me to go there, you shouldn't have told me about it.”

Kuras didn't have a good response for that. She was right; he shouldn't have mentioned it. But he couldn't retract it now. She looked determined to go out to the spring regardless of his warnings.

“Unless you have anything else to tell me, I should get going now. Thank you for your help.”

“...I've nothing else to tell you. I only request that you think about this. Lowtown may not be the safest of places, but it's still better than being alone and exposed out in the wastes. For your own well-being, I urge you to reconsider. The wells and river may not be ideal, but-”

“I appreciate your concern, but I can't do that. I'll be fine. Won't be outside the city very long at all.” Morgan didn't give him a chance to respond to that before leaving. Kuras stared at the door for a while after she left.

She was going to get herself killed, and it was going to be his fault. More needless death that he had failed to prevent.

Another knock at the door pulled him out of his thoughts. More work, no doubt. He took a deep, regretful breath to steel himself before answering the door again.

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Half an hour passed before Kuras had a chance to slip away. He wouldn't usually leave during the middle of the day like this, but Ais was looking after the clinic for now, and…he couldn't get the idea of Morgan, alone and without any protection, out of his head. The guilt was eating him alive. He never should have told her about the spring.

His only consolation was the hope that, if she had been attacked, she'd only be injured and not killed. Injuries could be mended, but death was far more difficult to fix.

That hope is what drove Kuras as he swept through the city streets. Perhaps there was a chance that she was alright, and he'd been worried for nothing. However, if she wasn't, at least he'd likely be able to save her.

People in the streets practically jumped out of his way as he went by. Few people wanted to be in the way of someone so imposing who was walking with such purpose. It made the trek to the west side of the city much easier. He hesitated to leave it, though. The fear of what he may find if a Soulless had gotten to her was uncomfortable, to put it lightly. But he'd come so far already. There was no point in turning back…and he would surely regret it if he did. He'd rather know, even if he wasn't sure he'd like what he found.

Eventually he found the courage to continue on his little mission and left the city borders. He knew the way to the spring by heart, so it didn't take long. The little spring was surrounded by moderately sized stones and tall, if scraggly, shrubs, giving some semblance of privacy. Just what Morgan had desired. None of the shrubs or stones seemed to have been disturbed. There was no sign of Soulless in the nearby area.

More importantly, he could hear humming. It was unmistakably Morgan's voice. He took great care to be as surreptitious as possible as he approached.

There, standing in the shallower areas of the water, was Morgan, bathing herself. She was unharmed, and apparently not even slightly frightened or bothered by the riskiness of her current situation. Her clothes were neatly folded near her, and a bucket and washcloth were settled within arm’s reach. Heat rose in Kuras's cheeks as she stood up straight and stretched.

He had, of course, seen her naked body before when he saved her from dying out in the wastes. But that had been under purely professional circumstances. There had been nothing particularly attractive about cutting away her clothes and stitching her back together.

This, though? This was…different. This time, she was awake and well. This time, it was impossible to not notice the delicateness of her waist or the way her back arched when she raised her arms over her head. He couldn't help but stare a little at her generous thighs and wide hips, the way they swayed gently as she washed herself. The way the water rolled down every curve and contour of her body as she emptied the bucket onto herself was captivating. And her breasts…they were the most perfect pair he'd ever seen. Her whole body was perfect, really. It had been ages since he'd seen a body so beautiful. So divine, in the literal sense of the word; she could have been easily mistaken for one of his own kind in a human form.

The more he stared, the faster his heart began to beat. The warmer his face became. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the living work of art standing in the spring. His gaze lingered on her while she ran her washcloth along her flawless golden-bronze skin. Even her hands and forearms, discolored and crisscrossed with gold fissures, were beautiful, regardless of the curse he sensed in them. A living work of art indeed.

But she was no mere painting, either. No painting had ever made him feel quite like this. This…mortal. This fallible. If he was being honest with himself, not many people made him feel this way nowadays, either. Very few could awaken this deep, sinful hunger in him. And yet she, this woman he'd known for less than a full week…

Morgan's head began to turn in his direction. Kuras ducked down, hoping he was fast enough that she hadn't spotted him. If she had, she didn't cry out in surprise or even speak a word. He sat on the hard, dusty ground, trying to settle himself. As if accidentally seeing her in such a vulnerable situation wasn't bad enough, his mind couldn't shake the mental image of her, either. He almost couldn't help but feel…dirty. Dirty, and greatly intrigued, captivated by the spell her image put on him.

He would…have to consider these feelings more later. Privately. And perhaps, if he concluded that he hadn't done anything wrong in thinking of her in such a sinful way…perhaps he'd say something to her. He wasn't sure what he would say, but he felt the need to express his...appreciation of her beauty somehow. Perhaps this was a rare mercy, a god-given opportunity to fill the void of loneliness in his ancient heart. Only time would tell.

#touchstarved game #touchstarved fanfic #touchstarved kuras #touchstarved oc #kuras x mc #tw voyeurism #tw religious mention #morgan the oracle #the oracle's angel #morkuras #this is so self indulgent..#*pats kuras* this baby can fit so much catholic guilt

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