Time Warp (Alastor x OC)

Ch 18

Fawn's POV

The moment we got home, I sat him on the couch and went to get him some ice.

He protested, saying he was fine but I refused.

"You might feel fine right now, but your knuckles are going to be so sore," I called to him from the kitchen as I wet a rag with warm water and collected some ice into a towel.

I made my way back into the living room, and rounded the couch. One I was seated, I set the ice to the side and grabbed his right hand.

It was covered in blood, nearly dried now, and I tsk'd under my breath as I started gently wiping him off. My eyes were focused on his hand and my brows furrowed as I thought about the events that recently transpired.

"You didn't have to do that..." I mumbled, wiping away the blood little by little, being careful around his reddened and slightly swollen knuckles.

"Yes, I did," he answered quickly, making me lift my eyes to meet his. His tone was serious, and the moment we made eye contact my stomach did a little flip.

He not only had blood on his hand, but splattered on his face, and on his nice clothing.

Of course, he was completely unfazed.

"I wasn't just going to let him talk to you like that, let alone me!" He scoffed, "I've killed men for a fraction of what he did back there, he was lucky to leave with his life," he said sourly, yet a tight smile remained on his face.

I sighed, "I get that, but did you have to do it in front of his brother?" I questioned him, and his eyes once again shifted to mine.

He actually did have a bit of guilt behind them, and he looked away before absentmindedly bringing his thumb to his lips and sucking some of the blood off.

That action made my breath hitch, and for some reason heat crawled up the back of my neck. Suddenly I was hyper aware of how his muscles moved, and the bit of blood that was on his lips.

"I hope it taught him a lesson," he said quietly, making me blink out of my trance. I quickly looked away from him and back to what I was doing.

His hand was less bloodied, and I could clearly see his raw knuckles. Leaning forward, I started blowing a bit of cold air on them.

He flinched, nearly pulling his hand away before looking over at me curiously. Looking up at him, I kept my lips puffed out and gave him another gentle blow.

The way he watched me he almost looked embarrassed, a bit of color dusting his face. I chuckled and reached over, grabbing the ice off the table and handing it to him.

He held it on his knuckles, keeping his gaze turned towards me. His eyes had grown a lot softer now, and he turned towards me slightly.

"Are you alright? Today was a bit much..." he said softly, and I quickly nodded, looking at my hands in my lap.

I had a bit of blood on me as well now, and I looked over my hands, "yea, I'm ok...first time I've ever been hit, but other than that it was nothing I haven't dealt with before," I said casually.

He froze.

"What do you mean?" He asked, and I tilted an eyebrow at him.

"Catcalling is not a new thing for me," I chuckled, "nothing they said to me was something I haven't heard before in some form or another."

After I said that, he looked ready to kill again, so I touched his leg and gave him a gentle smile.

"It's alright..." I said quietly, watching his features slowly relax after I said that. My eyes shifted to the small bit of blood on his cheek, and I grabbed the rag, lifting it to his face.