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Briony let out a sigh from where she sat on the bench in the park, looking around as the families packed up to go home for the night. She usually took her time going home, preferring to stay away from her family; but then again it was just as bad away from home, because she never knew who or what she would run into.
Sensing someone else sit down on the bench she turned to look at them. “Can I help you?” she asked.
At the mention his ankle throbbed as if in answer to her question.
"I think I only sprained it, still hurts a bit though" He frowned, noticing the rather large egg forming on the side of his foot. "Maybe bruised the bone" He muses aloud.
He raises an eyebrow, a smile on his face.
"You think?" He smiled crumpling his nose and laughing a bit.
"I’m glad you think so." He brushes his lips with her own, smiling gently.
Andreanna raised an eyebrow, looking down at his ankle before looking back up at his face.
"Don’t try to sugar coat it.." she murmured, nuzzling her nose against his. "If it hurts, tell me.." she added as her hand softly trailed down his leg, coming to a rest just above the bruise.
Andy closed her eyes and rested her forehead against his, taking slow, deep breaths as she felt the energy flow down her arm and through her fingertips, slowly and gently reducing the pain and healing the wound.
As she directed the energy to healing him, the mask hiding her scars and bruises from the past faded somewhat. Without a doubt it made her look weaker and more fragile as her scars were revealed. Luckily for Andreanna it was only a small wound.. had it been one that required a lot more energy she would have looked ten times worse; the effects of the cancers and many surgeries would have also revealed themselves. So in a way she was thankful the only thing that showed were a few scars and bruises.
After a minute she opened her eyes and kissed the tip of his nose. “You should be more careful..” she mumbled with a small smile before nodding at his words, kissing his lips lightly in agreement.
Being lifted up onto the counter, Bristol made sure to focus on what was at hand here. His words were reassuring to her, and she appreciated them. She believed him completely; it wasn’t just something she was telling herself to keep from screaming. Gripping the counter beneath her with one hand, Bristol started to feel a bit numb. Recalling the last feeling like this, a small smile fell upon her lips. His eyes had pulled her in, and she couldn’t look away. How does someone have eyes that beautiful, she wondered to herself. Blushing softly, Bristol continued to concentrate on her arm and setting it back into place. The time from the accident up until that point, her arm had stopped bleeding and she was free to move her fingers without feeling an ounce of pain. “Thank you for that,” she told him, knowing that he was manipulating her. It was fine with her, though. She was quite enjoying herself and his company.
Dylan tried to stay focused on keeping her arm numb instead of smiling at her thoughts and the cute blush that crept across her cheeks. His eyes stayed locked onto her face the entire time, his own face almost expressionless.
When she had fixed her arm, he continued to dull the pain, however it wasn’t as strong now that it didn’t have his undivided attention.
"Don’t mention it," he replied with a half shrug, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. "Can I get you anything?"
Slightly taken aback by his question, Bristol sighed, knowing that he knew something was up with her. She wasn’t going to try and hide it anymore. She could defend herself if needed, but for now, she trusted him and was willing to take his help. Looking at him, she silently told him that she knew he knew. It was more with her eyes than anything, that way she didn’t have to say it out loud.
"I could move it so it’s in the right position, but I don’t think you want to hear me scream," the words came from the heart. It was true. She could manipulate it herself, but it would result in Bristol’s screams taking over his home. Not wanting to do that to him, she settled for waiting until it could be maneuvered without intense pain. However, she couldn’t tell when that would be. The last time she had broken a bone, she had gone to hospital. When they had set it back for her, she had been asleep.
Dylan nodded once and led her over to the kitchen table, lifting her up slightly and setting her on top of it.
Ever since he had been little he had been able to numb a persons sense. Developing the skill had really come in handy. He could both use it for torture, rendering someone completely under his control with a numb and empty feeling, or he could use it to help people, like his mother had made him do. Back home he was her patients pain control.
"In a minute, you won’t feel anything in your arm. Don’t be scared; just do what you need to do.. alright?" he said firmly, his green orbs burning with determination as they stayed locked on her face.
He waited for an answer before slowly easing the pain in her arm, making sure he concentrated on nothing but keeping the pain away.
"o-oh sorry , I was uhm " she cleared her throat. " I had a guy best friend that I started developed feelings for and I was practicing on telling him how I couldn’t be attached to him" she said as she felt herself tried to calm down
"That’s okay.." Lacy murmured with a small smile. "Why can’t you be attached to him? If you like him, and he likes you.. and he’s your best friend, why won’t things work out?"
"People with actual manners."
Dylan rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Nobody has manners these days.”
"That a challenge?"
"Depends on your definition of challenge."
"Oh so you just happen to walk into the boarding house no idea what you’re doing?"
"Y-yeah… it happens a lot.. I’m a wanderer.."
"I miss you , but I can’t get attached no more , I’m to scared to get close to anyone again" Paradise said as she watched the person stand in front of her trying to make out what she said
"I.. think you have the wrong person…" Lacy replied meekly, glancing at the floor briefly before looking back up at the girl. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
"Wow. —I am actually going to be alone for the Holidays. Oh well, more food for me?"
"That’s kinda depressing."
Nora was walking, she honestly had no idea where she was, she saw something in the distance, some type of female figure, she approached the figure, Nora had always been afraid of strangers, but she felt it was necessary to at least know where she was, it took her a moment but she gathered her courage. “E-Excuse me?”
August should have sensed the other person approaching, but she was too focused on finding somewhere to hide from the sun. As the stranger spoke she turned on her heels, immediately analysing her aura. When she realised the stranger wasn’t intending to impose any danger on her she relaxed a little bit.
"Yes?" she replied.
"Thank you," she accepted the compliment, as she didn’t feel like putting up a fight. Bristol and compliments were an odd pairing, due to her upbringing. Still, she had decided that she would take whatever came her way and enjoy it. A soft blush flushed across her cheeks and she tried to hide it, but knew that he was aware.
Walking through the threshold, Bristol took in a breath she didn’t need. It was much nicer than her own apartment, plus it had a home-y feel to it. Her’s was full of boxes and clothes thrown everywhere. She made a mental note to clean up, before focusing on the situation in front of them. “This is nice,” she told him before turning to face him. “It has a home feel to it. Not many places do anymore, it doesn’t seem like,” the young blonde told him before looking down once again at her arm. The bleeding had stopped, but it was still bent in a very unnatural position. “So, how does this work,” she asked, pretty clueless as to what was going to happen within the next two seconds.
Dylan looked around his own home and shrugged lightly. He could see how she got the homey feel, and he even smirked mentally at the image of her apartment that flashed across her mind; but for some reason he didn’t see his place as a home.. it was simply a roof over his head.
"Thanks.." he replied, his eyes still scanning the place before he looked back at her and bit his lower lip.
"Uh. I’m still figuring that out. This may sound straightforward, but will your arm heal itself back to normal, or will it heal in the position it’s in?"
"What are you doing here?"
"I.. erm.. I don’t know to be honest."
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