Just A Dream
A/N: I was just daydreaming and to my surprise a little episode between the two most unlikely person popped out of my brain. And yes, this isn't a story. Just one of those little one chapter things.
She placed the towel under the tap, letting it to be soaked. She closed her eyes when she heard yet another painful moan from outside. Opening the door, she walked across the room to the bed, her hands clutching the warm towel, squeezing drops of soapy water onto the red-stained carpet.
His forehead was covered thickly with sweat, mingled with blood. There were various cuts on his cheeks as well as his lips. Working quickly and lightly, she mopped his face gently, trying to clean the deep, long crimson groove on his strong jaw line.
"I can take care of myself!" he croaked, flinching as a piercing sensation traveled across his lips.
She snorted, placing the fallen strap of her night gown back onto her shoulder.
"You should look at yourself in the mirror." She simply said, as if it was the easiest thing in the world and disappeared into the bathroom for the third time this evening.
He let his eyelids droop and laid there for a moment, no daring to open them, until he heard a click of a light being turned off and footsteps across the carpet.
He could feel her walking around the other side of the bed. The springs creaked as she settle her weight next to him and then a dull clang of glass being place down on freshly polished wood.
Next thing, he could fell the familiar warm moisture. But this time it was rubbed lazily onto his heavily bruised back. Her fingers drew little circles across his flesh. The ointment stung, making him grip the bed spread tightly.
She blew softly on his skin so it didn't sting as much and continued her way down.
"I said I d-" he stopped and spitted red blotches onto the pillow as she ran acid across his ribs. Bright red against the innocent and pure white.
"Have some honey tea. You'll feel better." She offered a glass of brown liquid to him and climbed of the bed. She was too little to reach above her head and unclip the silk curtain, so she had to stand on her dainty toes. He could vaguely make up the smooth outline of her teenage hood through the translucent night gown.
"Sweet dreams, Perce." She whispered as the curtain drew a barrier between them.
Click, the door closed. She was gone. He stared down at his scarred wrist and followed the black ink that was stained there forever. 'H.G', that was what it said.
It was THEIR tattoo.
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A/N: so what do u think? No matter wat ur thinking, ur certainly welcomed to REVIEW!!!
A/N: I was just daydreaming and to my surprise a little episode between the two most unlikely person popped out of my brain. And yes, this isn't a story. Just one of those little one chapter things.
She placed the towel under the tap, letting it to be soaked. She closed her eyes when she heard yet another painful moan from outside. Opening the door, she walked across the room to the bed, her hands clutching the warm towel, squeezing drops of soapy water onto the red-stained carpet.
His forehead was covered thickly with sweat, mingled with blood. There were various cuts on his cheeks as well as his lips. Working quickly and lightly, she mopped his face gently, trying to clean the deep, long crimson groove on his strong jaw line.
"I can take care of myself!" he croaked, flinching as a piercing sensation traveled across his lips.
She snorted, placing the fallen strap of her night gown back onto her shoulder.
"You should look at yourself in the mirror." She simply said, as if it was the easiest thing in the world and disappeared into the bathroom for the third time this evening.
He let his eyelids droop and laid there for a moment, no daring to open them, until he heard a click of a light being turned off and footsteps across the carpet.
He could feel her walking around the other side of the bed. The springs creaked as she settle her weight next to him and then a dull clang of glass being place down on freshly polished wood.
Next thing, he could fell the familiar warm moisture. But this time it was rubbed lazily onto his heavily bruised back. Her fingers drew little circles across his flesh. The ointment stung, making him grip the bed spread tightly.
She blew softly on his skin so it didn't sting as much and continued her way down.
"I said I d-" he stopped and spitted red blotches onto the pillow as she ran acid across his ribs. Bright red against the innocent and pure white.
"Have some honey tea. You'll feel better." She offered a glass of brown liquid to him and climbed of the bed. She was too little to reach above her head and unclip the silk curtain, so she had to stand on her dainty toes. He could vaguely make up the smooth outline of her teenage hood through the translucent night gown.
"Sweet dreams, Perce." She whispered as the curtain drew a barrier between them.
Click, the door closed. She was gone. He stared down at his scarred wrist and followed the black ink that was stained there forever. 'H.G', that was what it said.
It was THEIR tattoo.
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A/N: so what do u think? No matter wat ur thinking, ur certainly welcomed to REVIEW!!!