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Your character has either been injured/sick and had to be taken in (possibly against their will) or has been the one to help somebody like the former. Through the mending process, the two characters in a thread have fallen in love - or at least grown closer and more affectionate.
[ the request doesn't stop Draco from continuing to make the exact same face. If anything, it only gets more petulant and pouty.
[ he does relinquish slightly, however, at the squeeze of his hand, letting out a quiet sigh. ]
I'm sure there's someone out there capable of fixing your leggings. Or making you a new pair. Surely they're not one of a kind.
[ a beat. ] You can thank me now. I'm done. For now. [ he arches his eyebrows - it's a warning look, one that suggests if Fenris turns out to be more injured than initially anticipated, he's going to be in for it. ]
You're likely right. But, unlike my small cut, they won't mend themselves given time.
[He twists slightly, still frowning at the damage to his leggings, though at this point he's doing so to rile Draco up.
Thanking Draco was much more appealing than continuing to complain about his pants though. Leaning forward, he put a hand on either side of Draco's face. He brushed a light kiss across his lips.]
[ he hums at that, thinking and finally conceding that point. He's not sure he entirely understands, being as concerned with his own safety as he often is, but-
[ well, he can also concede that Fenris has probably been through far worse, and he healed from that.
[ Draco's on the verge of wanting to stick out his tongue in childish response when he's pleasantly surprised by that kiss. ]
...you're welcome. [ there's no doubt that he looks pleased now, most of the riling forgotten; he lifts one hand to cover Fenris' fondly, then leans in to steal another light kiss. ]
no subject
[ he does relinquish slightly, however, at the squeeze of his hand, letting out a quiet sigh. ]
I'm sure there's someone out there capable of fixing your leggings. Or making you a new pair. Surely they're not one of a kind.
[ a beat. ] You can thank me now. I'm done. For now. [ he arches his eyebrows - it's a warning look, one that suggests if Fenris turns out to be more injured than initially anticipated, he's going to be in for it. ]
no subject
[He twists slightly, still frowning at the damage to his leggings, though at this point he's doing so to rile Draco up.
Thanking Draco was much more appealing than continuing to complain about his pants though. Leaning forward, he put a hand on either side of Draco's face. He brushed a light kiss across his lips.]
Thank you then.
no subject
[ well, he can also concede that Fenris has probably been through far worse, and he healed from that.
[ Draco's on the verge of wanting to stick out his tongue in childish response when he's pleasantly surprised by that kiss. ]
...you're welcome. [ there's no doubt that he looks pleased now, most of the riling forgotten; he lifts one hand to cover Fenris' fondly, then leans in to steal another light kiss. ]