Heart of the Assassin.

Whispering trees and melodies

She stood by his side, trying to stop the blood while dragging him through the dense vegetation. The rain still caught them through the trees and bush. His breath came out in exaggerating gasps as they neared the cabin, his family's cabin.

She let him lay down on the wooden table, shirtless, so that she could cover his wound below his heart. She ran towards the cabinets to find something-anything- to stop the blood from flowing out.

He stared after her before he tried to get up and walk to her. Grunting and suppressing is screams whilst rolling onto the table's side. She turned around and panicked, reaching for him. "Stop!" she exclaimed, her voice slightly cracking. "You'll only hurt yourself mo-"

"I need to tell you something, NOW," he growled as his gaze met hers. His legs slid over the edge of the table before he started to force himself into a standing position. She stopped him halfway, pressing a soggy, lukewarm cloth against his chest wound.

"Please..." he whimpered, clutching her hand above his wound. "Please let me just-". He hissed before he finished, the girl pushing him down back onto the table. She shook her head, the cabin's lights creating a halo above her muddy hair.

"Later. Save your energy for later." She put his hand on top of the cloth while pulling hers back to her chest. "Stay while I try to fix you."
And with that she opened some drawers and cabinets again.

His breathing became shallow as she neared him with bandages and sewing equipment. She gave him a empathetic look before leaning over him and sewing the open wound carefully. He gritted his teeth with each prick but kept himself as quiet as possible.

"Sorry I couldn't find any pain killers... I-I'll go and search for them afterwards." Her whispers were barely audible but he understood as she bandaged him and gently got off the table. "Let's go and wash the rest of you." His low laugh was the only answer.

They shuffled together towards the bathroom door as she realized what she would be entitled to do. "So.... should I h-help o-or... are you gonna do the rest y-yourself?" Her stuttering whispers were all that came out. The breath was knocked out of her lungs as he gave her a heated yet accessing stare. Her heart still skipped a couple of beats as his green eyes met hers, swallowing her whole and making her knees numb.

He gave her a wild, untamed grin, saying "Only if you wanted to watch."
"And here I thought you lost that charm long ago." She sighed heavily, trying and failing to hide her smile, "Poor, unfortunate me."

His deep, sensuous laugh made her heart flutter. He shook his mud-covered head and kissed her hand. "Poor princess," he muttered under his breath while locking their eyes once more. Her face was becoming redder and redder as she backed away and studdered, "I'll... I'll go and cook dinner while you wash up, rich kid."

She turned on her heel and left him at the bathroom door. She hurried towards the sink in the kitchen and searched for some proper food. Only some meat and a few greens, enough for a salad. She shrugged and began to wash her hands and the greens in the cold, clear water.

She'll try not to burn down everything down this time. She tried to recite the recipes correctly from her lessons. Goodness, she's gonna mess this up badly, more than she already have. She stopped and pressed her palms onto the now-dirty cutting board, blowing out a breath.

She thought back to what she had said to him and feels a painful tug at her heart. The memory making her heart begin to swell and her feel lightheaded. Suddenly a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist, pulling her against a strong body and her ear to a warm breath.