Painted Reality | Xaden Riorson x FEM!OC

Needles and Stitches

"I know a place where you can stitch your arm" he starts walking "Come on vēdros"

"Vi," I call and she comes over, cautiously looking at Xaden. I know I could handle it if he pulls anything "I'm going with Xaden so I can stitch my arm"

She looks behind me and cautiously, Rhi comes up behind her and puts a hand on her shoulder "We'll meet you at formation" I nod

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I followed Xaden to a room on the second floor of the dorm rooms maybe? I keep a good distance from Xaden while walking into his room. I'm assuming. Nah obviously he's going to take me to a back ally to murder me. Nope, he opens a door to a room and I walk in. My mother would be screaming at my grave if she saw that I was with Xaden.

I sat on the desk chair and took out the small medical kit. Xaden is half-sitting/half-standing on the table

"So you're the youngest Sorrengail" He says crossing his arms and I thread my needle

"And your the eldest Riorson" I grab a small cloth and clean my cut. I wince when the cloth get closer to my cut "my mum would be having a seizure right now if she could see me" I smile at myself. I hated getting myself in trouble or disappointing my mother when I was younger but now. I revel in it.

"Okay not many things scare me but the way your eyes went glacial and your smile freaked the shit out of me just then" Xaden says, his face contorting into one of concern and perhaps

"Was that sarcasm Mr Wingleader" I push the first stroke of my needle into my are swearing slightly under my breath

"Perhaps it was" his eyes travel to my arm as I pass another couple of strokes with the needle. I wince but don't make any audible noises

"Can you grab me a bowl of clean water please?" He nods stands and leaves the room

I heard Xaden close the door and the wards lock into place behind him. Tears formed in my eyes from the pain the needle and thread were emitting from my arm, I let them fall as I sobbed through the pain. When it got to much I gave myself a small break, about 1/2 way stitched I looked sround his room. Basic, nothing personal at all in here, but what caught my eye was his sword leaning against the armoire.

I knew that he had one strapped to his back but this must be its sibling. The ruins on the blade made me do a double take. Wait ruins? I knew Xaden was from Tyranish origions but I didn't think he would have ruins so open for anyone to see. I stood - cradleing my arm - and made my way over to the beautiful weapon, I ran my figner over the sharp blade - not hard enough to cut - and inspected it - my arm was throbbing but I kept it by my shoulder. It had to be at least a 100 layer demascis blade - the swirls were stunning.

I went to run my hand over the ruins but a voice from the door interupted my thought pattern, I snapped my hand back and flicked my head to the door and saw Xaden standing with a small bowl.

"It was a gift from my father," He walked to the desk and sat the bowl down "after he died he left them both to me" he gestured to the sword on the armoire and the one on his back

"They are beautiful" I sat back at the desk chair and placed my arm back on the desk and glared at it - this was going to hurt. I could feel Xadens stare on my arm. I sigh and whisper "okay"

"Stand up" I stand craddeling my arm and look at him in confussion. He sat on the chair and pulled me by my waist and pulled me onto his knee, he places my arm on the table and starts to thread the needle

"What are you doing?" I asked shocked

"Stitching your arm" I wince when the first stroke of the needle I throw my head forward to my chest

"Fuck me that hurts" he pauses for a second and I nod "faster you do it faster it heals"

He looks at me skeptically, when he is about 3/4 done a throw my head back and it lands on his shoudler. I wince but take deep breaths until hes finished. When he places the needle and string down he starts wipes it over and wraps it with a clean gauze. He doesnt say anything as he concentrates on wrapping so I say.

"How did you-" I'm cut off by the bell signalling the start of formation. Xaden and I meet eyes and I stand quickly. Pretty sure dad is turning in his grave right now.

"Come on. You have formation" Xaden walks out of the room and I follow.