What's Cooking, Good Looking! [ Arven x Reader ]

10 Minutes in the Oven

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A blue shadow, distorted by the movements of the water, approached the surface of the river, the color of skin growing more noticeable. Your face rose above the river's level, your lungs grasping for air, your arms pulling Arven up too as he finally breathed again. The two of you tiredly swam to the shore, almost choking and dripping water from even inside your ears.
You threw yourself to the ground, laying on your side and feeling as if your guts were submerged, drowning, until you spat out the remaining liquid. 

Arven cleared his throat, raspy and hurt from all the coughing.

—Are you okay?

—Cough, I think so...— you sat up and rubbed your back, a bit uncomfortable with your own touch— God that was stupid.

He rumaged through his backpack, a frustrated yet unsurprised expresion making its way to his face: —Guess there was no way anything would be remoteley dry, huh. I'll have to wash your jacket for like the fiftieth time.

You couldn't concentrate on what he was saying, more instrested in the sensation on your back. It hurt. You reached for it with your hand, and as you made your way underneath your shirt, you noticed your skin felt weirdly dry. Not dry as in not wet, but dry as in rough. It really hurt.

—Whoa, what are you doing!?— the blond questioned, watching nervously as you removed your shirt.

—Can you... take a look at my back? Please?

Arven blinked, and made his way to you, crouching behind you, who sat on the soft grass.

—Shit...— he mumbled.

—W-what is it?

—It's all red and swell. There's a big blister here too... Shit, it looks horrible. 

—Fuck... She burned me. Am I going to die?

—No, you seem very alive to me. But we should get you some medical help. I didn't bring any potions with me.

—No, no. I'm certain I'm dead. If not, why am I seeing an angel?

You gave him a flirtatious wink.

Suddenly Arven felt like he didn't have to worry about you too much.

—...That was so cheesy. I can't believe you're using this as a chance to tease me. 

—Did it work?— he didn't answer, just rolled his eyes and began to walk— But did it work tho?

—Move or I'm leaving you behind.

—Fine.

"I know it worked", you assured yourself.

"I can't believe that worked", Arven thought.

You trotted towards him after making sure that all your belongings were still on your person, and smiled to yourself seeing Arven's little embarrassed pout. 

—Your'e cute!

—Can you not?— he sighed.

—Okay— you shrugged— Change of subject. What the fuck is a titan?

His lips opened, then closed again. He made a pause then shook his head: —Forget it. You probably woudn't believe me.

—Arven, I just saw a house-sized Salazzle. Whatever explanation you have for it, I'll believe it. It's not like I can come up with anything reasonable myself.

—...Then... Remember the Herba Mystica?

—Nnnno...

—The shiny weed.