Drabble One 》 Feyroz / Omna
Crash!
Omna jumped back as the glass shattered on the tiles. It exploded on contact, glass on glass and she knew she wasn't going to make it.
"Omnia!"
She held her ankle feeling the anguish searing and blazing up the entire area. She was naturally better at handling pain than most of her female counterparts but this warranted a gasp. A pained gasp that choked its way up her throat and burned her eyes with the acid of salty tears.
She sat, half laying next to the debris on the floor, biting her lip, keeping it all in...
"...you okay, Omnia?"
Feyroz was here.
His voice breaking through the haze in her mind, the girl grimaced at her ankle and looked up.
That characteristic half sleepy half bored look on his face would have been grounding and maybe even work on helping dsitract her from the continuously blooming pain; this uncharacteristic look served to work better.
Face pinched in a genuinely concerned setting, those amber orange eyes darkened to reflect the turmoil of his soul at seeing her in such a state; oh, so he must have removed his glasses in a hurry, that was endearing for some reason. His mixed Russian and Middle Eastern ethnicity showing in his golden olive sun kissed skin which was somehow paler; was he worried? Curls tumbled down his temple sticking to it, golden blond from the tips to the roots ala naturale not to mention damp; he had been in that hot room earlier studying and Omna had come to get them snacks.
Then this happened.
"You okay?"
He asked again, making sure to keep eye contact with Omna, so she couldn't lie or downplay the pain. Was she alright?
The pain had dimmed down to a dull angry throb every now and then from her twisted ankle. A blossoming red was on the skin soon to turn to purple maybe. Man this was bad. How would she go to work? She'd have to miss it, then?
".." The girl nodded, as Feyroz examined the wound with sharp eyes. He looked at the debris on the kitchen floor, not showing any expression as usual. Just neutral now.
His eyes asked, 'Can you stand?'
And Omna shook her head.
"I tried before you came."
He gave her a stern look then. He knew she meant she'd tried to play it down after all, maybe even pretend she'd never gotten hurt and leave him in ignorance of it. Sigh, the little dragon and not ever wanting to show weakness.
Smoothing his features back into the default setting again, Feyroz knelt, a heavy hunk of a man, next to Omna. She gave him a curious look as he stretched out his hands and made to hug her. This was weird. What - oh!
And allowed herself to be carried after wrapping her arms around his neck so she could balance and he could lift her easier.
The silence tried to be awkward but failed, not with two people comfortable in their own skins and with each other.
Omna rested her head against Feyroz's chest, hearing his calm grounding heartbeat. All the way to the large cushiony sofa in the sitting room, none talked just being there and present in the calming ambience the other's presence created. Feyroz deposited her on the chair slowly and lightly, with more than usual care. Sure he could be an insensitive apathetic brute but he could be gentle too and show it in little actions like these.
The prickly rose wolf could hold back its thorns for the one he loves.
'The pain must be getting to my head worse than I thought, now I'm making poems about Feyroz, ha.' Omna chuckled, looking over to the man who was preoccupied with first aid for her sprained ankle.
She hissed when the cold partly frozen meat came into contact with the swollen section of her ankle.
"@#$%!"
Feyroz gave her an unamused raised brow, he wasn't really a fan of cursing after all.
He wasn't a fan of speaking at all, actually which brings us to Omna's saving grace.
Assuming an innocent look, she said, "I can't remember the last time I've heard you say more than two words in a sentence. Yet you did, just now, in the kitchen. Maybe I should sprain my ankle more s-"
She backtracked when he glared at her.
Well, it wasnt really a glare but by now Omna would like to think she'd pegged down all the man's 'different' ranges of lacking in distinct flavour facial expressions.
"Some other time. Some other time. I wouldnt really, haha." She quickly waved it off with a nervous laugh. The cold meat was soothing the area a bit and numbing the place to take her mind away from the pain. And his fingers on her skin were a source of pain relief in its own, there were no actual words she could think of at the moment.
It was working.
"Better?"
Omna perked from the relaxing haze her awareness had gone off to. She looked towards Feyroz and smiled.
"You know, when I first met you, I was like meh this guy isn't the type I like. But there was something that still made you interesting, nonetheless... and here we are." She smiled brightly at him and he made a move to take her hand whcih partially surpirsed her as he wasn't all that romantic most times. "You spoil me too much, you know?"
He didn't react save for the barely there softening of his swirling amber orbs.
No words needed, they understood each other perfectly.
"Mmhm." He murmured by way of agreeing.
And the night lazily rolled by, as they dozed off into a peaceful sleep thqt they didnt even know they craved. They were both such workaholics but moments like these were magical, meaningful, and free. And the dreamland or freefalling lack thereof even more freeing.
And this was Feyroz. He's not really Omna's normal type but as the girl said he spoils her and has a big heart so the girl is interested. Haha
