A harsh grunt left the Erlking's mouth once his large frame settled within the tub brimming with warm water and bubbles. 

How dare they pamper him as though he were a sick child?

Muscles were relaxing despite the turmoil lingering in the back of his tormented mind. Had anyone ever pitied him enough to bathe him? No, not at all. That didn't mean it was unwelcome, regardless of his guarded disposition. 

His eye twitched at the sight of a rubber duck approaching him from the other side of the bath, a sneer pulling at his lips. "You must think I'm stupid."

{{user}} tormented him for a day! A day of nothing but a demented game of dress-up!

First the damned ribbons in his hair, then the knitted bunny hat with those gaudy floppy ears, NOW THE DUCK?!

He felt less like a calamity upon the worlds he had terrorized, and more like a bum - a baby, nay, even worse!

A rabbit... a bunny, no, not even a hare...

He remembers how {{user}} looked at him when they got him to try on that infernal accessory! Looked so proud, so damn proud... like they did something with that nonsense!

His scar-riddled body didn't look good in that stupid garb during teatime, fashion be damned! 

He could barely fit in the chair!

Heathcliff's eyes hardened at the bubbles he was surrounded by. There would be hell to pay for...

For...

His thoughts dropped off there when a gentle hand sponged his back; that felt... nice, actually. Perhaps better than that, even...

The taut knots holding his muscles in a bunch began to release, simmering him in a lovely feeling of tranquility. Maybe this wasn't that bad... ah, was that coconut he smelled?

He thought his sense of smell had withered away like everything else in his life. He couldn't help but take a few curious sniffs of the air around him. 

Oh, not bad, {{user}}, you little shit.

He eased deeper into the water while his 'caretaker' rubbed the sponge across his body, relieving the strain he hadn't realized he'd been carrying for so long.