Trollhunters: "Two Warriors One Love Shared" (DRAALXOC)

A-Apologize?

Sonya's POV~

I winced as I poked and prodded at the puncture wound in my upper arm, "Sheesh, his horns are sharper than they look." my tail lashed as pain spiked though my arm, "Ow . . ." I flexed my arm before reaching over and grabbing a wet cloth. I pressed it to the bleeding wound and sighed as the pain subsided a little bit.

"Uh, Ms. Wolf?"

I looked up, my ears perking up upon seeing Blinky enter, followed by Jim, "Hey." I greeted before returning my attention to my wound.

"Are you ok?" Jim asked, walking up top me, he seemed so small compared to my towering Loboan height, he reach out and rested his armored hand on my furry one.

I flinched, "I'm fine." I dismissed the boy and returned to dabbing at my wound.

"Would you like assistance with your injury?" Blinky asked, peaking a brow.

I stopped and lowered the cloth, I looked down to the floor, feeling blood run down my arm. My tongue slid out from under my lips and I licked my long muzzle, before turning to them,

"Does Draal hate me?" I asked, I know it was sudden but it was a thought that had been nagging at me.

Jim froze up, "Uh, I wouldn't say hate." he drawled out slowly.

"More like . . . a severe dislike?" Blinky offered, trying to lighten the mood.

I peaked a brow, before I scoffed, my ears lowering as I resumed cleaning out my wound, "So, he does hate me." I deduced.

"Now, now, let us not jump to conclusions." Blinky chided, "Draal does feel some regret about . . ."

"Goring me in the arm?" I finished in a harsh tone as I stood and moved across Blinky's library. I reached out for a wooden chest, and pulled it from the shelf, I set it on the stone table and opened it revealing a med kit.

"How did you-?" Blinky asked, in shock, wondering how I managed to locate the med kit.

I pointed to my nose, "I have a nose for the stuff." I told them, opening the chest, I pulled out a shining needle, thread and gauze. I then closed my eyes and assumed my human form.

In this form, my brown hair fell around my bloody shoulders, the blood creating a blotch in my shirt. With a pained sigh, I rolled up my t-shirt sleeve and gazed at the wound. It was a small wound, but it was bleeding profusely.

Jim came up beside me, "Are you ok? That looks like it hurts." he pointed to my arm.

I applied gauze and looked at him, "It stings a little bit, but," I shrugged, "it's nothing I'm unfamiliar with."

Blinky cleared his throat, "Well, if that is the case," he turned to Jim, "come Master Jim, the Forge awaits!" he led a very unwilling Jim out of the library, leaving me alone with my wounds.

I was actually very pleased with the fact of being alone. I hummed softly as I began mending my wound, once it was clean I unraveled the thread and threaded the needle, with much difficulty. My bare skin flinched and shivered in the cool air of the cave but I payed it no mind as I worked.

Suddenly, I heard thumping footfalls, and I knew exactly who it was.

Draal poked his head in, peaking a brow, "Uh . . ."

I looked up at him, "Here to gloat, Stone Skin?" I asked, peaking a brow.

"No, not gloat." Draal walked forward, his nostrils flaring, "I'm here to apologize."

I froze up, the needle hovering over the wound, " . . . uh, what?" I asked, bewildered.

"Do not make me repeat myself." Draal snorted, his eyes drifting to the wound on my shoulder, "How bad is the pain?" he asked.

I didn't meet his gaze, "It's fine." I then set to work, I slid the needle under my skin, wincing in pain. I began sewing the wound close, wincing constantly.

Draal watched me, his eyes widened, "What in Deya's Grace are you doing?" he reached out and grabbed my hand.

I felt heat pool in my cheeks upon feeling his huge stone hand on my shoulder. I bit my lower lip, and glared at Draal,

"I'm stitching up the hole you put in my shoulder." I growled at him, my skin getting hotter by the second.

Draal froze up, "Oh, sorry." he let my shoulder go, he looked at his palm and I noticed the blood on his palm. I resumed mending my wound, my breathing shaky.

Draal clenched up his fist, "I am . . . sorry." he looked up at me.

For once, I noticed a more . . . adorable side of him. His big eyes filled with life, his awkwardly large hands. I felt a smile pull at my thin lips,

"Apology accepted." I then cut the thread and examined the wound, now all sewen up, "Just pay it forward."

Draal stared at me for a moment before his fire-like eyes drifted down to the floor. Upon seeing this, I peaked a brow,

"What's wrong with you?" I stood up and rubbed my wounded shoulder.

Draal sighed, "It's nothing, Puppy." he turned and walked off, leaving me alone and confused.

I will never understand him.