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Baz
He ruffled my hair.
I was having a shit day, hungry, stressed out, and thirsty when Simon came back to our room, looking more tired than usual after another one of his Mage’s heroic quests. So don’t blame me when I tried to pick a fight with him, I just needed something familiar that moment to warm me up before I could go hunt and steal some late dinner, so I wouldn’t go absolutely mad and drain him dry, probably.
“You look like shit, Snow, is it goblin faeces or just a dog’s?” And the git didn’t respond! So, of course, I tried again, louder this time. “Oi, did the tittelmims get stuck in your eardrums again?” He mutters, or growls, something back, but I can’t tell what the Hel it is, and by the looks of it he can’t as well. Doesn’t bother to repeat himself, either. “Got your voice stolen, oh Chosen One?” I’m almost shouting now, realising too late that it’s way too early for that one . He still doesn’t respond.
My frustration ( why won’t he just say something) drowns out any remorse I, for a fleeting moment, felt for that last comment, and I’m about to say, shout something else stupid and aggressive and why do I keep treating the boy I’m in love with like this? Maybe if you stopped being such a dick, you could be friends, maybe you could make him like you, maybe you wouldn’t have to be in so much pain all the time when he ruffles. My fucking. Hair.
“Whatever Baz, shut up and let me sleep.” It’s only 8 pm, really.
Understandably, my brain stops functioning, body freezes, and the place where his fingers just a second ago, it feels like it was years ago touched my scalp grows hot with whatever little blood I had left in me after my very lush dinner of 7 rats last night.
By the time I’m present enough to focus my eyes, he’s already asleep. Was I out of it for so long he managed to shower? No, wait, he’s still in his clothes (which are actually quite dirty and smell funky). Couldn’t even bother to get under the blankets the poor soul, what kind of quests does his adoptive father send him on when he’s a literal kid, he’s just boy, he’s only six-fucking-teen.
I take a breath I didn’t realise I was holding for far too long, trying to keep them deep and slow like Daphne taught me, in through the nose… and out through the mouth. In… and out. In… and out. In…
Simon seems to be asleep now. He’s breathing, too shallow for my liking, but breathing steady enough. I should really go hunt now before I join his ranks of sleeping-in-my-clothes-on-the-blankets-instead-of-under-them, so I stand up. For some reason ( you know why — no I don’t, shut up, shut up) I can’t make myself move towards our door, not before I do something about that damn blanket. Creeping towards him (without making a noise, the privileges of being a vampire), I stop to check whether he really is asleep once I’m close enough to see each individual piece of his normal, average, stupid eyelashes, just in case he decided to trick me. Just a safety precaution, what if he follows me again? Last year was bad enough as it is, and I don’t want to make this one worse.
He’s asleep.
Simon
As much as I wish I was asleep right now, my body is on fire. Maybe I broke every single bone in my body today. Does that mean I wouldn’t have to go anywhere, doing things? I’d like that. Just do nothing for a little while. Maybe 3 days. That’d be nice.
I hear some rustling, and it stops as soon as it started. Oh, that’s Baz, probably. I really hope it’s Baz, and not—
I can feel his breathing on me, it’s cold. What does he want? Didn’t I ask to leave me alone?
Oh. Oh.
He—he’s putting a blanket over me. He can’t quite cover me with it since I’m lying on one of the halves, but it’s… why is he doing this again?
I think I feel something, someone touch my hair, but it’s gone so quickly and a moment later I hear Baz shut the door with a little less force than he usually does, than he should be after being such a prick not even 5 minutes ago.
I don’t remember how I fall asleep, but I wake up in no less pain than I was in yesterday, after what feels like no more than 2 hours. The windows are open.