Hands Colder Than His Heart (Dottore x Reader)

Could Start to Forgive (Maybe) [12]

Crumbling to the floor, Dottore gripped the edge of the desk. Nothing was adding up as it should have, he's been doing this for years, why now is everything changing?

In just the other room, you were completely oblivious to the heartache the doctor was going through at the moment. Klee was happily swinging her legs while drinking a juice box and you braiding her hair.

Just a mere feet away from you was a crying, no, sobbing man. Yes, the medicines would waver off the effects of Eleazar, but you will always have it. And as long as that stands fact, you will never fully forgive him.

Ever since you told him the story of your true scholarly status, he'd wondered if you ever regretted not staying in Sumure. Maybe, in your dreams, you've thought about what might've happened if you declined Kate's request to go back to Sneznyaha.

Would he even have made it this far? Would he be able to fall in love with you all over again in Sumure? What God would have blessed him with the ability to have another chance to be in your presence once again?

Perhaps in another life, he'll be able to meet you in your prime, your happiest moments.

His vision became blurry, hand trembling and head spinning. Crying wasn't something the second Harbinger did often, but when he did, it hurt. It felt as if each tear was a sword piercing through his body, fighting for a way out of the flesh.

Hands brushed through his hair, was he going mad?

Who's to say he wasn't mad already? Keeping a rotting corpse around such as yourself was already something inhumane, but that's just the Fatui for you.

A knock at the door broke the doctor's mourning. He composed himself an took a sharp inhale, flicking the tears away from his eyes, he opened the door.

When he opened it, he was thoroughly surprised. It was you, holding a tray of food. When he looked down, he saw Klee holding a coffee cup in her hand.

Bending down and taking the coffee, Dottore looked down at you. "If you starve while trying to find a cure I might as well just-"

Dottore shushed you by putting his thumb on your lips, "Thank you, [Name]" Quickly tracing his thumb up your cheek and your hair, he grabbed the tray of food as well.

Setting them down on a nearby table, he sideyed you as he watched you standing in the doorway, playing with the hem of your shirt. "You can come in, just don't mess anything up." He went back to sorting papers, silently hoping you stayed around.

When he saw your hand settle down on the table, his shoulders relaxed. "Actually, I wanted to know when we were heading to Sumure." His eyes widened slightly, he kept forgetting that part of the plan.

Squinting a bit, he looked at the calendar hanging on his wall. He preferred to stay in Sneznyaha, but if he was able to work with the Akademiya researchers on a cure to Eleazar he would gladly run all the way there.

Turning back to you, he brushed some hair out of his face. "I can arrange for a ship to come here by the end of the day." The grin plastered on your face was all the Harbinger needed to begin writing the order down on his notepad.

Luckily, your Akasha terminal had been retrieved and Dottore had tinkered with it a bit. He was planning on messing with it, so he made sure yours specifically would be unaffected, a nice perk of being the Harbinger's favorite.

Thanking Dottore, you bounced over to him. Grabbing his arm, you dragged him down to place a quick kiss on his cheek, before he could react you were already gone to go pack for the next trip.

All he saw was Klee enjoying herself on a spinning chair once he finally regained focus, he hasn't seen you this excited about something in a while.

Has it really been that easy for you to forgive him? Just to let you see your old friends again?

He'd have to thank them for setting you on the right path towards meeting him anyways, he went back to adding some finishing touches to his notes before joining you in packing up.

While your boss was doing work, you were practically shaking with excitement. What clothes would you wear? How would you do your hair? Would your friends even recognize you as the question you needed to remember?

It hasn't been that long though, it's only been four years...

Maybe it has been a while.

You met Kaveh about two months after you finally turned eighteen, leaving everything behind once your birthday came, you couldn't thank him enough for getting you a fresh start. You stayed in the Akademiya for about six-seven months before Kaveh finally came back.

After that you came back home, joined the Fatui and got ridiculously Injured during a mission. Joining a different section, you ran into Dottore in the hallway three years ago, the rest is history.

Now you're here, loading yourself into a ship for the 3rd time this month with the random kid you found in the clothing shop helping push your suitcase up the ramp.

Dottore came behind the both of you and nudged her with his shoe, picking up your suitcase and carrying it to the quarters. Since this was a personal mission, the bedroom was much larger this time and much more comfortable.

Looking behind you, Klee wasn't there. You ended up doing a spin around yourself trying to look for the girl, eyes dashing from one soldier to the next, you finally found her.

Clinging to the back of Dottore's coat, Klee climbed to his neckline. Somehow, he didn't notice and kept walking to the quarters. Pocketing your hands into your coat, decided to join the two of them in the cabin to see what they had gotten up to.

Walking into the room, you found Dottore standing over the bed with his arms crossed, and Klee absolutely losing it as hugged his coat. Closing the door behind you, you met the harbinger's gaze, "You mind telling me what happened here?"

With a sigh, Dottore unclipped his mask and set it down on a bed stand. "The kid climbed on my coat, and I let her have her fun til we got into the room." Be relaxed his shoulders, hoping you would be satisfied. He was quickly disappointed when you moved your wrist in a circular motion, telling him to keep going.

"I threw her onto the bed, that's all, you walked in as soon as she landed." Raising an eyebrow, hoping that was all. Dottore bit his tongue when he saw you nod. You laid on the bed and curled up next to Klee, she wiggled herself into your arms and began playing with your hair.

Kicking your boots off, Dottore got the message and took off your coat, covering you and Klee with his instead. He moved some hair off of your shoulder and into Klee's grasp so she could continue playing.

Looking down at your exposed neck, he simply ghosted over it. Missing the days where he could freely mark you and it wouldn't miss a thing, now he's even careful to touch you wrong.

Your body was as fragile as glass right now, one wrong move and his already frozen heart would crack. Both of you were already swimming in his coat, and by the looks of it you were already nodding off.

Klee tried to get out of your grasp, but you had an iron grip and wouldn't be letting go for much at all. Quickly accepting her fate, the girl just buried herself deeper into your touch and rested her head between your chin and shoulder.

Taking off his gloves and vest, he couldn't take his eyes off you. Maybe it was the way you were holding Klee as if she was your own kid, or maybe it was the way his cost enveloped you, keeping you safe and warm in a way he failed to do.

Whatever it was, he was grateful to witness it now. Giving him some kind of hope that he could fix whatever mess he had gotten himself into.

Leaning over the bed, he scooped you up and shimmied the kid out of your hold. A groan came from your lips, but he quickly leaned your forehead against his chin which somehow got you to white down again.

Undoing the blanket, he laid you down on the mattress. He pulled the kid back into your arms and wrapped them securely around her, bringing the blanket back up, he fixed your hair and tucked the both of you in.

He took a moment to cup both his hands in yours. Warm as always, as they should be.