Here we go. Another chapter.
Thanks to GabZ (chapters will get bigger but since this fic is more like a scrap book there won't be much 'normal' chapters).
I'll try to update on Friday.
My Sweet Little Pain
It took ages until we met again.
Like me, he had grown a bit, but we looked completely different. While I was still slim, small pieces of baby fat hidden here and there he was…I don't know…stuffed? Like a big plushy animal but, instead of all that soft stuff, the only thing filling him were muscles, shoved under his pale skin until it was all stretched.
The funny thing? It kind of suited him.
But I have to say I forgot everything about his looks when our first fight started.
Broken ribs. Broken jaw.
Broken pride.
I've never felt so alive.
-x-
I woke a couple hours later, still felling a little dizzy and with all my body throbbing. Nevertheless, it would take a lot more to make me unable to recognize my own room, or even not notice most of my wounds were already half-healed.
The joys of been a lab rat, I guess.
Forcing myself up I stood on my shaky legs, carefully reaching the small bathroom at the other side of the room. If fast healing was what I got for been a lab rat, my own bathroom was the 'teacher pet' prize.
Getting in, my eyes immediately fell upon the mirror, spotting something dark in my face. I got closer and, blinking the rest of the dizziness away, finally realize what it was.
"So it was a cut." – I felt blood on my face somewhere during the fight and was even aware of an annoying bone-snapping sound but I thought he had tore the skin open with the raw power of his new muscles. Instead, he had cut it gracefully, a swift never-hesitant movement with the perfect amount of force.
I smiled, slowly tracing the cut with my fingertips. The border was ice-cold but the middle was somehow warm and soft.
Yeah, he was a thorn's master.
The best I ever met.