BODY & BLOOD

𝓒𝓗 22 𝓕𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼: 𝓐 𝓑𝓸𝔂 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓨𝓸𝓾

   Frances was washing the food remnants off the plates as a loud crash was heard from the direction of the stairs. Frances immediately picked up her pace and pat her hands dry with her pants as she sprinted down the corridor to find Brahms holding his leg as he weeps lowly using his child voice. "Oh no..." she says as she went to his side and examined his wounds. It seems like he ran down the stairs and stumbled all the way to the bottom resulting in some bruises and a beat up leg lodged in between the balusters of the stairs. She took action by steadily twisting the leg in a nonpainful way, getting it free. "Brahms, what did I say about running down the stairs?" Frances reprimands him.
He whimpered as Frances got up, "Stay here, I'll get the first aid kit." she says as she quickly fetches it from one of the kitchen cabinets.

   She sits beside Brahms as she lifts up his pant leg to show a big purple bruise with hints of blue on the outer ends. "This may hurt but you have to stand up an go to the couch okay?" Frances says as she pulls his arm around his shoulder. She supports him as he limps with one leg towards the living room couch. She would of took him upstairs but this will have to do for now. She gently lays him down, putting a pillow on the injured leg to give it elevation. She then goes back into the kitchen to get an ice pack, as Brahms sniffled like a child. She returned to place it on the injury and used the gauze from the kit to hold it in place.

   "I'm sorry Brahms but it seems like the schedule will have to be altered a bit, but just for today." Frances reassures. Brahms just stares at her through his porcelain mask as his hand reaches out to her. Frances looked at it and smiled, thinking he wanted a handshake of some sort, reached her hand out to his. The second her hand came into contact with his, he pulled her onto his chest. Luckily she groomed him prior to the incident so no chest hair can touch her, even though during the entire process he hissed at her like a cat. She was used to this behavior after being with him for several years so she just accepts her fate, plopping her head down on his chest and adjusting hee body so there's no pressure on the bruise. To her, their relationship was simply a nanny and a child, but to him it was so much more.

   She was so perfect in his eyes, she had kept her promise of not leaving him, even after all these years. He was content with his life now that the face of that "other" nanny was just a blur and a memory. If anything would happen to her, he would- This train of thought was halted when Frances dozed off, the sound of her soft breathing being music to his ears. He smiles under his mask as he brushes the stray strands off her face to plant a forehead kiss on her. Just for today he'll make an exception on the rules to stay in this moment. He wraps his arms around the petite girl and drifted off to sleep. One day in her own words she can say that she's his and vice versa.

   Frances wakes up a few hours later seeing that it's night time already, she sighs. She tries to pry her way out of Brahms grasp but it tightens. She looks up to see Brahms still asleep, as she used all her might to squeeze through the arms. Nothing worked. Brahms starts whispering some words which prompted Frances to lean closer to hear the words. It was mostly compliments, saying how kind, caring, and genuine someone was. She shrugged it off and went back to work at trying to pry the dude off her.

   "Frances..." A low but manly, growly voice erupts from his sleeping form, making the girl stop her movements. She knows that he only uses that voice if he was serious, so it was understandable as to why she was afraid. His hug loosens up but positions her to his side as she was now blocked by his body and the couch. Now she's knows she can't get up without waking him. Frances was never one to give up without another try so she started wiggling. Brahms' eyes shot open as he looks at Frances, whose face was merely a few inches away from his. He peered at her as the sweat from her forehead began forming, in response she smiled awkwardly.

   "I love you!" Brahms says in his childish voice as he nuzzles against her, his head in the crook of her neck. Frances tenses up but relaxes as she puts a hand on his cheek, her thumb brushes against his porcelain mask's cheek. "I.. love you too.." Frances says, she was quite hesitant because saying those words were for special people only. Brahms then pulls her face close to him, their lips now only millimeters apart as he breathes heavily through hus mouth. "Are you sure? Tell me again." He says with his deep, grown up voice which made Frances involuntarily shiver. Frances nods slowly, "I love you Brahms." she repeats with no stutter. "Say you're mine." Brahms says as his right hand makes it's way behind her head.

   "I'm y-yo-" she didn't finish because his lips pressed against her own, glueing together. Frances was shocked but this wasn't the first time so she calmed herself. Her hands intertwined with his curly ravenette hair. Then, he stopped. She looked at him as his hands pulled away from her and went to the strap of his mask. He lifted it up slowly, revealing a scarred but burned face, his beard was cut weirdly because he wouldn't take it off while she was shaving it. Frances laughed, making Brahms shrink.

   "See, if you let me take off your mask the first time, you wouldn't look so silly!" Frances says as she boops his nose. Brahms just hugs her, cradling the small girl. She rubs his back, "I'm not going anywhere...". She then gets up off him, turning towards him, "Why don't I play you something to fall asleep to?" she says as she pets his head. He nods making her walk to the room where the piano was. She sits herself down on the piano bench and begins playing a song that was from the early 2000's, it was very lovely. Her small fingers glided across the black and white keys as Brahms in the other room relaxes and listens to every key pressed.

   She was pleased with her performance as a smile made its way on her face. She walked cautiously towards Brahms sleeping figure, gazing at the man before kissing his forehead, "Goodnight, sleep tight". With that she went into the kitchen to get some jello for herself. When the day ends her mind always goes back to the reality that she can't escape and that her friends were somewhere else. At least Brahms was easy to care for with the assistance of the portal.

   "But everything always come to an end". A figure says as it peers through a portrait on the wall.