Stitched Limbs

Ch 21: A Little Plot For Revenge

WARNING!

Smut ahead.
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A couple of days later

I pull on a couple of leather punching gloves that had the fingers missing and think vaguely on how I had explained what happened to me. Feeling rather glad that I had, and regretting I hadn't done it sooner. As he actually listened to me, and offered kindness and comfort when it was needed. Holding me to him as the memories would flush back over me, and apologising that he hadn't come to get me himself instead of summoning me by the tracer. Even offering that I come to stay in his room again so that I could get some better sleep. It was nice that Tyn slept with me for a short time after what happened, but I refused because I knew better than to test fate anymore than I already had. And it hurt me a little bit to do so, but it's the better thing to do.

I chuckle slightly and smirk to myself a little bit as I clench my hands together to get a better feel of the gloves. His genuine worry and care... Something that I don't get to see very often. It was somewhat pleasing to see that side of him. I think to myself as I check that the punching bag was fixed on the stand correctly and that it was one of the reinforced ones I had requested. It was a bad habit of mine to break all of the punching bags I used, even if I wasn't pissed off at something. I might just have to request ones filled with bricks because I was getting stronger quite quickly.

I move back away from it a slight bit, and barely glance when I hear the door to the training room open and footsteps start to approach me. Knowing it was probably Tyn coming to check up on how I was doing before he moved on to do something else. He did that before, I think silently as I start to take punches at the bag. But ever since what happened with Byul, he's been checking up on me even more often. I didn't mind it, in all honesty. But it was a little disturbing whenever he just decided to pop in wherever I was and start asking me questions on how I was doing.

"Hey Emmeline." Tyn greets as he walks into my view beside the punching bag, staying a little bit away from it. "How are you doing?"

I look at him and side step so that I punched the bag towards him, chuckling a little bit as he catches it and gives me an odd look. "I'm doing just fine, and you?" I say in response, moving back to the side as the bag swings back towards me.

"Checking up on you." I roll my eyes and shift my weight to one hip as I cross my arms over my chest, he perks an eyebrow up at me. "What? Don't like me checking up on you?"

I shake my head a little bit. "I didn't say that, just amused by your paranoia."

Tyn gives me an odd look. "I don't want something like what happened to happen again." He states, a slight undertone of worry in his voice.

I smirk and walk over to him, close enough that I could lean forward and touch him with my nose. "Think I can't take care of myself Tyn? I won't make the same mistakes as last time, and we both know that."

"Don't give me that look Emmeline, I just want to make sure." Tyn warns slightly, I could see the amusement in his eyes. But his tone was serious.

I widen my smirk, actually feeling quite playful today. "What look Tyn?" I ask innocently, reaching forward and fixing a crease in his labcoat.

He reaches up and quickly grabs my hand, stopping my hand from making it's way to his shirt. "You're playing a dangerous game Emmeline, you were the one that told me that you didn't want to fool around." Tyn pulls my hand up and leans down to look into my eyes better, showing the slight purple streaks in his eyes. "So why the change?"