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Cuts and Bruises | Arno Victor Dorian

i love arno my precious bean

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"I already told you, Y/N, I'm fine. It's just a scratch."

Arno spoke from behind you, turning around and glaring at him from your place by the table. "What? It is! I've had worse and you know it." He spoke defensively when you didn't say anything, huffing in annoyance from his spot on the chair at your silence. You rolled your eyes playfully and continued to prepare the medical supplies, of course Arno went out and got himself in trouble again. He ended up in a fight with a few street thugs who wanted to rob him of his money but being the skilled assassin he was, you wondered how he managed to get cut by a knife right on his cheek. The pair of you sat in Arno's room, you bustling about looking for supplies while Arno was perched on a chair with a dreaded look on his face. You walked over to the cabinet by the door and pulled out some clean bandages, closing the door behind you and crossing the room again. You set the bandages on the table and walked over to Arno's closet beside his bed, moving the clothes that hung aside to reveal Arno's not so secret stash of liquor. You paused to smirk a bit in triumph, hearing Arno get up from the chair and footsteps come closer. "Hey!" He called out defensively and was about to close the closet door to keep you from touching the alcohol, but you quickly placed an arm across his chest to pause him in his tracks. "Don't worry, I'm not taking all your liquor. I just need a little bit to clean the wound." Your eyes locked with his deep brown ones, seeing him relax a bit and let out a sigh. He rolled his eyes dramatically, instead opting to lean against the wall and cross his arms over his broad chest.

You grabbed a single bottle of whiskey before moving his clothes back to normal so they would hide the alcohol again, and closed the door before turning to Arno. You took him by the elbow, your other hand still holding the whiskey bottle against your waist. "Come on, you." You rolled your eyes playfully again when Arno whined loudly much like a child, dragging him to the chair and making him plop down on it. He pouted like a toddler who hadn't gotten their way, chuckling at his antics before setting the bottle down on the table and grabbing the small bowl of water. A strip of cloth was already in the bowl, moving it to the small table beside Arno. Pulling up a stool, you sat down practically in between his legs and grabbed the cloth and rung it free of water. Arno watched you while you worked, a small smile resting on his face upon seeing your gentle movements.

Once the rag held little to no water, you brought the rag over to Arno's cheek and dabbed at the cut. You paused your movements when he inhaled sharply, your gaze moving from his wound to look into his eyes. "It's just water, Arno. The whiskey will burn more than this." His eyes widened when he realized you were right, seeing him gulp visibly brought a smile to your face. Resuming your work of gently cleaning the scrape and removing your eyes from his to focus on the wound again, you missed Arno's adoring gaze as he watched you while you worked. The small piece of cloth stained red from Arno's blood so you removed it from his cheek and placed it in the bowl of water, ringing it out again as the clear water turned to a light pink. Returning the cloth to Arno's cheek, you attempted to nonchalantly scan over his face while you worked without him noticing. His deep brown eyes, the scar on his other cheek, his cheekbones, every feature that made him simply Arno. Placing the cloth in the bowl, you got up and walked towards the door. "I'll be back, I'm gonna dump the dirty water." You turned around in the doorway to see Arno already staring at you, he smiled and nodded and you did the same before walking out of the room.

You and Arno had always been close, it was only a matter of time before you started to develop feelings for him. Arno was a naturally flirty person, he did grow up in France after all, but that meant that he flirted with not only you but every girl he found beautiful. The times he truly did flirt with you and give you compliments though, you adored the rare moments and fell deeper in love with him. There was just something so inviting about him, you didn't know what it really was. It could've been the way he was so passionate about the Creed, or the way he made taking down an enemy look so graceful. Maybe it was the way he talked, using his voice to speak out about Paris and the injustice and hypocrisy as the Revolution raged on. Maybe it was his compassion, his confidence, his hunger to do better and train better than everyone else in the Creed. Your mind falls blank and your heart races every time you see him, whether that be in the hallway, the Theater, in a meeting, it didn't matter. He clouded your thoughts all the time, distracted you during training, you even dreamed about him. Needless to say, you loved all of Arno, and in your mind had a slim chance that he would ever feel the same way about you.