bludhavensbluebird:

     Naturally, the very first thing he says earns him a dirty look on her part and he can’t say he didn’t see it coming. It’s a trademark of hers now and although being on the receiving end of her disdain wasn’t his favorite thing, there was something to be said that he could have that effect on her every time. As always, she was entertaining. He doesn’t realize his lip busted open, not really at least. It was hard to pinpoint where the pain was coming from when his whole body hurt. he flinches at the slight sting the contact of cloth against his wound brings but he tries to play it off, mentally noting that smiling maybe wasn’t the best idea for now. Surely, his pride was about to take a hit when she asked what happened, eyes drifting downward for a moment. ❛Uh-❜ And he’d almost forgot about the notes until she brought them up again but he’d never admit that to her. He wants to claim he’s really ‘fine’ (as he’s been telling the nurse for the past 15 minutes) but the intent behind those words is lost when it’s obvious that he can barely even move his arm. ❛Got checked off my broom and hit the ground? It’s totally not as bad it sounds…❜ Finally, he looks back up at her, the slightest hint of embarrassment written in his features at his admission. ❛I owe you huh? Name your price, Princess I’m all ears.❜ 

  Idly did she dab at the place where his lip had cracked from a smile as he spoke all the while maintaining an intense gaze on him. “You got checked off your broom?” There was obvious disgust in how she echoed him, eyebrows furrowing as she tried to understand the endless barbarism that came with contact sports nevermind the ones that took place thousands of feet in the air. “Who would do that?” She was pressing him for answers despite her evident unwant to be involved in his life, so very wrapped up in her conquest for truth was she she’d yanked the hanky away from him. The only thing that could break the lock her eyes had on his was a quick glance at the cloth that led to another look, longer than the last. She hadn’t quite considered that it would be covered in blood after she so diligently insisted on cleaning up his wound. “Uh…you can…keep this.” It was a stammer as put the hanky down on his chest. The barest hints of a blush surfaced as he called her princess but it was hidden away as she turned, retreating once again this time not to her seat but to the foot of the bed he wasn’t occupying in his grand want to leave the infirmary when he obviously needed it. “You musta hit your head Charming.” She said, settling and turning to face him once more. “You owe me my notes. I don’t want anything else. And the details of what happened between you and Rahne. Did you really find her?”