Another two parter, because these ones were SO short. Out of these two, "Voice" is definitely my favorite. I hope you all enjoy!
Prompt Word #8: Cut
Garry was overwhelmed by everything, but he had no time to waste on worrying about everything that had happened. The second he entered his apartment, his hand shoved into the pocket of his coat and pulled out Ib's lace handkerchief. He truly felt awful for ruining such a delicate fabric—also, one of Ib's prized possessions—but she insisted that he use it.
With the trinket in hand, he entered his bathroom and began filling up the sink with cold water. As he waited for it to fill, Garry stole a glance at the palm of his hand, inspecting it. After all, he did cut it on shards of glass, so he wanted to make sure none stowed away in his flesh. Garry concluded that his cut was clean and dipped the handkerchief into the water.
Carefully, he began scrubbing against the lace with his fingertips. The last thing he wanted to do was rip it or something. He already felt bad for tarnishing it with his blood. Garry swore mentally at himself. How could he be so careless!
Ib's smiling face flashed in his mind. It made him feel a bit less guilty. He recalled how she didn't hesitate to let him borrow her handkerchief. It gave him a warm feeling in his heart that she cared a lot about him. And he really cared a lot about her. Which is why he had to make her most prized possession clean again.
About thirty minutes, some profuse swears, and a bit of hydrogen peroxide later, the blood stain had finally vanished; the 'v' shaped cut on his hand, however, would be a constant reminder of their adventure together.
Prompt Word #4: Voice
There were many things Ib really liked about Garry. He was a good listener, always making eye contact and always answering her questions. She loved how he'd take her out for macaroons almost everyday. He'd help her study for school, and her teachers were always impressed with her heightened vocabulary.
She really loved the sound of his voice.
Garry's voice was always smooth, no matter what emotion he was feeling. Even if he were angry, his expression would give it away, but his voice—laced with a bit of annoyance—would still sound cool and calm.
One of her favorite things was when Garry would read to her.
Often times, she read books—a newfound love of hers, she didn't like to read until after she met Garry—but a lot of times, the words were too difficult for her to understand. They'd sit side-by-side on his light blue couch, and she would nudge his arm with her elbow and hold the book with her thumb indicating the word she didn't know.
Garry always defined words with lots of 'ums' and 'ahs,' since he had to convert his naturally enhanced vocabulary to that of a nine-year-old's level of speaking. She thought it made him sound really cute.
Other times, Ib would pick up a book, and the first sentence would leave her with a blank canvas. It was then, after asking Garry every few moments what the words meant that he would pull the book from her fingers, and then read it out loud to her, explaining as he went along. And since he was such a good listener, she would always follow along with his storytelling.
Garry's voice was like music to her ears. Like an orchestra, or a choir of angels. And when he'd read to her, she felt like she was the only one worthy to be an audience to such a beautiful performance.
I think I've exhausted my gushyness now. But thanks for reading, reviewing, alerting, faving, gahh, and just being an awesome fandom to be a part of. I love you. Take care everyone!