you'll like the way we meme (
memeswearhouse) wrote in
bakerstreet2013-02-08 01:24 pm
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
SICK DAY MEME

RULES
► Post with your character, name and fandom in the header.
► They are now, for some odd reason, sick (headache, fever, runny nose, cough, whatever you want).
► Another character replies and is struck with the sudden urge to take care of them (bringing them soup, extra blankets, Sudafed, sexual healing, what have you).
► Go from there!
no subject
So here he is, sitting at Fai's bedside with a bowl of soup and a piece of soft, warm bread, feeling awkward and out of place. Someone was definitely going to pay for this. ]
How're you feeling?
no subject
You don't have to stay... I'll be fine.
no subject
You're not even half as good a liar as your brother is. And I see through him just fine. [ So don't you even try it, kid.
His voice and words may be harsh but his hands are gentle as they push him down into a lying position again. He places the back of one hand against Fai's forehead to feel his temperature. ]
And I'm not going anywhere.
no subject
[It's not something he wants to make a habit, lying like Yuui. Yet he just doesn't want to bother Kurogane with things like this, like having to take care of him when he was stupid enough to fall ill in the first place. It just eats away at him.
But he easily complies with the older man, falling back against the pillow with a heavy head. You could cook an egg on that forehead, whoops.]
Why not?
no subject
[ He frowns at the heat radiating from Fai's skin and puts aside the food in order to pick up a small towel that had been submerged in ice water. He wrings the towel out and places it on Fai's forehead, his fingers brushing lightly over a lock of his hair. ]
Because you're sick, idiot. And I know how much it sucks to be alone when you're ill.
no subject
The wet towel is a welcome relief to the absolute furnace he's become. Everything is horribly hot and only made worse by the uncontrollable chills and nausea he can do nothing to control.]
But... what if you get sick too?
no subject
[ He's got his eye on you, kid. But at least Fai's not smiling up at him and promising him that he would never do such a thing, like his brother did. Which, of course, was a lie as well.
He snorts and leans back a bit, an amused, if a bit cocky, expression on his face. ]
I don't get sick. [ Most mature response ever. ]
no subject
[The reaction is almost funny to him, evident by the small quirk in lips, before it fades away again.] Never?
no subject
[Yuui is standing in the doorway, watching the awkward and heartwarming tableau with a warm smile, which is probably real considering this is Fai. But he'll still treat Kurogane to a flash of a teasing grin.]
Are you feeling any better, Fai?
no subject
... But one glance to Kurogane and the almost-lie dies in his throat.]
S-Sort of...
no subject
He puts his hand against Fai's chest to push him down on the bed again. That shit hadn't worked out last time you tried, kid, so why would you think it will work out now? ]
He's not. It's possible that his fever has gone down a bit since you checked it, but considering how warm he is I doubt it.
no subject
[He can't help the worried frown that tugs at his mouth, and he steps into the room as well, sinking down on the other side of the bed so he can press a cool hand against Fai's forehead-
-and almost exclaims at how hot he is. He holds it back, barely, and instead smoothes back Fai's hair tenderly.]
It's alright, you know. You can't help being sick, so don't worry about us, okay?
no subject
Despite Yuui's comforting words he can't help but look at him with guilt. Maybe if he was more careful, if he wasn't so weak physically, he wouldn't have fallen sick at all and waste Yuui's time--
He looks away, gaze falling to a wrinkle in the bed sheet.] I'm sorry, brother.
no subject
You're probably never going to hear me say this again, so make sure to pay attention kid. Listen to your brother. You don't have anything to be sorry for, so stop apologizing. [ Have a very stern glare to accompany the speech, Fai. ]
no subject
[That gains Kurogane a smile and a pat on the head like a good dog, and then he turns back to Fai, running two fingers along his cheek before he bends down and presses a kiss to his brother's forehead.]
And you don't have to apologize. I don't mind taking care of you, not at all. I just want you to be better so you don't have to be stuck in bed and feeling bad.
no subject
Fai has to cover his mouth with a hand to stifle the weak laugh when his brother pats Kurogane's head like that. These two...
He lets his hand fall away when Yuui touches his cheek, kisses his forehead, wanting nothing more than to be close to his brother like this. If he wasn't sick he'd ask if he would lie down with him until he fell asleep, but...]
I don't want to be a reason for you to worry. [Exhales.] But I'll get better soon! I promise.
no subject
He takes a deep breath, looking from one
idiottwin to the other. Was this what he was going to have to deal with from now on? ]Tche. You're as bad as each other. Makes me tired just listening at you. [ Grumble, grumble. ]
no subject
Don't worry about Kuro-pon, he's all bark and no bite most of the time~.
[Well, until you did something to really piss him off, but just the very idea of Kurogane offering a child violence was absolutely ridiculous, and while he'd threaten and bluster, he had never actually done very much against himself so far.
He smiles softly at his brother, squeezing his shoulder.] I don't mind worrying much, because worrying means you're here to worry about, okay? And there is nothing in the world that means more than that.
no subject
That didn't make him any less intimidating or nerve wracking when he barked at Yuui like that. Or when he looked at him with glaring eyes.
He isn't a bad person... He just has to keep reminding himself that. Fai wasn't accustomed to affection, especially the abrasive kind.
It takes two deep breaths before he can successfully push away the lingering anxiety that sneaks around the back of his mind. His hands twist themselves in the sheets, but he manages a small smile.]
Thank you, brother... [He looks over at Kurogane, gaze a little more shy.] Thank you, Kurogane.