Time Warp (Alastor x OC)

Ch 26

Fawn's POV

I watched curiously from the couch as he fiddled with the broken pieces of his radio.

He had each piece laid out on the floor, organized. His tools were beside him and he looked completely focused on the task before him.

The concentrated expression on his face was a bit more attractive than I was willing to admit to myself.

His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his legs were crossed beneath him. He's been working at this radio since breakfast ended.

I was just fascinated with the way he so precisely put everything back where it belonged. Each spring, each screw and coil he could place perfectly.

I'm convinced he could do this with his eyes closed.

In the heat of the moment I hadn't realized how I truly decimated this poor piece of technology. The polished wood had cracks in it, now looking thoroughly abused.

I already tried to apologize to him, but he had waved me off and refused to accept it on account of me "not having done anything wrong" as he puts it.

Even though I still feel like I have done something so horribly wrong...

Shaking my head, I pushed that away. I defended myself. It was self defense, and I didn't have any other choice.

I didn't...

A soft sigh expelled from my lungs, and I finally pushed off the seat of the couch and sunk to the floor where he was situated.

He didn't even notice me...either that or he just wasn't really concerned with me.

I crawled over to where he was working and sat next to him on the side that wasn't littered with tools.

Up close, it was even more impressive watching him work because I could see just how tiny these pieces he was working with were.

He used the tweezers in his tools to carefully place a few coils back into place before he wound them and moved on to the next thing.

My invasion didn't seem to bother him, his focus still on the broken box.

"Do you think you'll be able to fix it?" I asked him, looking up at him. His focus switched to me, and he shrugged, sighing softly.

"I can try...once I get most of the pieces put back where they belong, it should be right as rain," he explained. My attention drew back to the complication that lay before us both, but I believe it's only complicated to me.

Still, I had to ask.

"How the hell do you keep up with where all this shit goes..." I nearly mumbled, my eyes tracing over the maze of metal bits.

He chuckled, and then my eyes widened when he handed me the small tweezers.

"It's not as difficult as it looks, cher...here, pick up that little piece right there," he pointed to a small coil. Hesitantly, I picked it up. It all seems so delicate and I've done enough damage already...

"I don't want to hurt it..." I stated nervously, glancing over at him. He expelled a bit of air from his nose in amusement at my statement, shaking his head.

"It's a radio, silly girl, it cannot feel pain. There's no need to be nervous...go ahead and put that little bit right there," he said, placing his finger near an empty space that had a crevice that looked to be just right for my little piece.

I had a realization then, my lips parting as a smile curled onto my lips.

"Oh, it's like a puzzle!" I said, probably sounding a bit more excited than necessary. He hummed, agreeing with me.