Just a little one shot unless readers want me to continue a full story from this. Please, enjoy and review.
If I continue it'll be the 5 times Klarion comforts the team. and the One time they wish they could have comforted him.
Klarion isn't the most caring person. The only thing he even remotely cares about is his familiar, Teekl. But even then he's not above insulting her, or even swatting her when she gets snarky. Which is usually all the time.
So, when suddenly a sobbing figure comes bursting through the halls of Mount Justice, across the training combat mat he's currently beating with flares of red and crashes into him? Well, he isn't really pleased. To put it in simpler words. He recognizes the blubbering mass as the Martian girl. Just as he opens his mouth to hurl biting insults at her, she wails and throws herself into his long, pale arms. Reaching around his shoulders to grasp his jacket material between his shoulder blades, collapsing against him. Her head finds its way against his creamy throat and nestles there, where tears wash over his skin.
Klarion is shocked- and utterly disgusted. He hates human contact and emotions. The ref flames at his fingertips dance and flare at his temper, but then die back down to nothing. He knows he's already on this ice, still being a new addition tot he team, and hurting the sobbing Martian will not help his cause. So his only (safe) option is to sit there and continue to be the girl's handkerchief. It's revolting.
In her confusion and tears she must not have realized who she latched onto in her fit, Klarion reasons. Because if she did know what she was doing, she would've sooner jumped into fire, he's sure. The Martian's still wailing and the sound grates at his over sensitive ears. He needs to shut her up and fast before his ears start bleeding. Meaning in this situation there's really only one thing he can do. He despises the option. But if he wants to continue hearing and get this girl off as fast as possible, it's his best choice.
Fighting back the urge to gag Klarion slowly lifts his arms, bringing one to wrap around the green girl's waist and the other to the back of her head. He has to pause to collect himself and not vomit at the touch. Finally he begins to act out what he's seen other mortals do when one of their kin is distressed.
The sharp black claws of his left hand hesitantly cart through the girl's hair, mindful to not scratch her, lest trouble befall him. The Martian girl sniffles and rubs her forehead into Klarion's collar bone (He bites back a hiss.) and then pushes backward to feel the pressure of Klarion's fingers. She draws a shaky breath and soon her trembling body so racked with tears begins to relax. Her hands unravel from his shoulder blades and he smirks for a moment, thinking how easy that was.
He's shocked when instead of retreating the girl rewraps her arms around his thin waist.
Stupid girl! Can she not sense his hatred and repulsion to be in this situation? Subjected to something so humiliating as comforting another?
His claws still rake through her hair and she sniffles, "Do not cry, little girl."
Klarion means it as a form of insult, but the girl clearly doesn't take it that way. Because she nods her head and whispers, "Thank you." before falling into the arms of sleep.
Klarion's got a lap full of sleeping green flesh in his arms that won't release its death grip. Carp.
should I continue?