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M!Aldwen x M!Magfär(P-R-FA/HC)

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Word count: 428 words

        Aldwen was taking the kettle off the stove for tea when he heard his door get knocked on. He hummed and poured some of the liquid into his cup before setting the kettle down and leaving for the door in a beeline skip, opening it with enthusiasm. But his cheerful yellow didn't last when he saw who was standing- no, staggering, there. It was Magfär, and he had bruises and scratches everywhere. There was also a few teardrops either sliding down his cheeks or were already dried up, making it look like he'd been crying for awhile. He looked pitiful in front of the elder.
        His pupils immediately flicked to a lavender purple. Anxiety. And fear. Aldwen was quick to scoop the now wincing and whining Zhanzanian into his little house, pushing the door shut behind him with his back foot. He rushed, though carefully so as not to harm him, to his room, and set his smaller friend gently onto his bed, which, like everything else in his house, was custom-made for his small stature. The Khasfallian hurried off for a moment to lock the door and got a first-aid kit along with some other essentials on the way back to Magfär.
        Magfär whimpered and let uneven pants and breaths of air as Aldwen took care of him. It hurt. It hurt a lot to him. His poor small body was littered with injuries. Cuts, bruises, scratches, and a couple sprains. Magfär was thrown completely out of his tough, snarky, and logical character. This worried Aldwen. The only way Magfär could be this different is if he's hurt so badly he can't bear to keep up his composure. Aldwen sighed out and tried to tone out the cries of pain when fixing his sprained ankle and arm. He bandaged and put them in casts then cleaned up any open wounds that could get infected and put a bandaid on them.
        Once finished, Aldwen covered Magfär with the blanket and gave him an Eskimo kiss, bidding him a good rest then left the room. Only then did he allow the anger festering up to surface. As his anger settled in his system, he let sinister smile cross his non-existent lips, now a thin, jagged black line on his face. It'd looked like his face cracked, or was torn. The pupils in his ever-so-round, black eyes of mist faded from a concerning lavender to a deadly blood red. He was about to cause some real havoc and destruction for whoever dared touch his Magfär.