f e a r l e s s

      Sighing softly, Ayla walked across his room to set the cookies down, no reason not to spill those while trying to help. And after that she had disappeared into the bathroom for a hot second only to wash her hands. No way did Ayla want to heal the boy’s bruises with dirtied hands. “Alright so this won’t hurt at all. Although I’m hardly going to believe you fell down the stairs,” she said proudly, wiping her hands on a dry towel as she came out of the bathroom while continuing to talk, “But I won’t ask questions because there has to be a good reason you didn’t tell me the truth.” Being Ayla, she was a very affectionate type of person and had no trouble whatsoever on taking the boy’s face into her hands. She knew fully well that small things like cuts and burns and bruises were something she could very well handle. And just like her mom; all it took for Ayla’s hands to glow a soft yellow was for her to hum the song her mom taught her as a little child. She knew this song was special and there, when her hands were continuing to glow as she hummed, she carefully skimmed her fingers over each bruise she saw, watching them disappear like thy were never there in the first place. And even though this took a little more than five minutes Ayla pulled her hands away with a soft smile on her face, proud of watch she did. “Is there anything else I can help with - like any more bruises or anything??”

“And why would I give a damn about anything you have to say?”

“I um..I don’t know. I just thought it would be information you’d like..”

“It’s no problem really. I watched a bunch  of Youtube tutorials before I finally found a way that actually works. Of course I just use it so people won’t ask any questions. Accidents happen you know?” Sylvie bit her lip and quickly went back to applying the cover up. She had said too much. Who would actually believe any of the words that came sliding out of her mouth? “Well I am hungry, but you don’t have to repay for this sort of thing. It’s really easy to do.”

I LEARNED HOW TO SEW GUYS. 

Avila: wait why are you sorry

Avila: actually wait

Avila: french bulldogs

Avila: I want one yes sign me up

Avila: Good cause if you didn't it'd be super awkward

Avila: like what if you hated dogs? i'd be stuck

Kaven: For asking if I can come then being awkward about it. I apologize.

Kaven: French bulldogs are cute too. They're such funny dogs.

Avila loved caring for people. Ever since she was little, it was always a wonderful quality that the girl had carried with her. People, animals, and even toons, she cared for anyone and anything, all shapes and sizes. Especially after dealing with a childhood full of pain and hurt, the need to help those in trouble or in pain and fix them up to see them normal and happy again was fueled immensely. Even if the majority of the time she didn’t even know how to help herself, she would help others, especially Kaven who had been nothing but kind to her ever since the two met. All of it made her hope to possibly be a nurse one day, so she could help others like she was helping Kaven now. Plus, her super-intelligence would be more than useful in the medical field. “Yeah, you did.” She laughed, shaking her head slightly. She was happy that they were able to find some humor in the situation, as serious and somber as it could have been. For example, if she had pushed the subject more they definitely wouldn’t be as relaxed as they were now, which was something that she liked. Grabbing the bottle of painkillers out of their medicine cabinet, Avila said “Alright, that sounds like a good plan to me. You can tell me about home and i can tell you about… well, I haven’t done much but you missed some things so.” After hesitating for a second, Avila grabbed his wrist and began pulling him to their kitchen to get ice and water for him to have the meds with. She would’ve grabbed his hand, but got too nervous at the last second and went for the wrist instead. Most of it was completely innocent, when she was in “nurse” mode, she was as determined as she ever would be to make things better again.

Kaven laughed softly at her reply and shrugged gently. “I’m sure you’re more interesting than you know. I bet you did some awesome really cool thing,” He tried to reassure her, as he willingly followed her to the kitchen. He didn’t notice the hesitation that time in grabbing for the hand than wrist. To be honest, if she grabbed for the hand, he would of gotten really nervous. It was not that he was against human affection, but that certain gesture seemed reserved for people who were actually dating. It was such a simple hand gesture, but something that could mean so much and in a relationship, he was sure being linked with hands like that definitely meant something more than just being dragged to the kitchen. He wasn’t looking for that kind of relationship. No matter how much he liked the girl, he couldn’t have her getting in danger. That was the last thing he wanted for anyone. He didn’t want anyone getting close to him for that reason. He offered a gentle smile, as he pulled himself up onto the counter, and took his water bottle sitting on the counter. He drowned down two pills, enough probably to make the pain go away. He placed his condensed(is that a word?) water bottle to his cheek, the metal acting as ice while she grabbed the ice from the kitchen. “Home was fine,” he started, as she bustled around the kitchen. He was reminded of himself when he was younger, patching up his father after a brutal fight. “Dev-Hell’s Kitchen is as New York as always,” he murmured thinking of the gang bosses, and people he beat up in the last couple weeks. “Angry people, angry cops, jay walkers, and a lot of pizza.” Truth was, he actually did a lot of cooking and not a lot of take out. For a place with cheap places down the street, he was more of the type of guy who went healthy to stay fit and ready. “But um.. What about you? What happened with you?”

Avila: Great!

Avila: Uh, sure!

Avila: Right now i'm just looking

Avila: But I really like Boston terriers

Avila: THEY'RE SO ADORABLE LIKE HELP ME I WANT TO SQUISH THEIR LITTLE FACES

Avila: Sorry about that i freaked for a second

Kaven: Sorry.

Kaven: Boston terriers are cute! They roll around and are really adorable.

Kaven: No I get it trust me. I freak out over really cool things too.

Avila: psst

Avila: So, I was thinking of getting a dog

Avila: for reasons

Avila: and I wanted to make sure that you were okay with it first since you live with me soooo

Kaven: I am totally okay with it. I love animals.

Kaven: Can I come?

Kaven: Sorry that was intrusive. I don't have to come.

Blake dug through their backpack and got a makeup wipe. They cleaned off his mess to reveal the bruises, “Well, what happened here?” they tenderly applied the right amount of foundation to hide the marks. They were familiar with the practice.

Kaven winced slightly when they touched his bruises. He shrugged, and ran a hand through his hair. “I fell down some stairs,” he murmured glancing down at his clapsed hand. Though realizing that the other was actually working on his face, he looked up and past them.

Sylvie nodded at the excuse, it was one that she had used just a few months ago to cover up her own secrets. Part of her wanted to dig deeper, but the other part found some kind of comfort out of knowing that they had something to cover up. “That sucks. I’ve done it before and I know how much that can hurt.” Quietly, she lined up the products that she was using so that Kaven could see them. “Well you need a cover up that matches your skin tone, one that’s two shades lighter, and then a powder foundation that matches your skin tone. Depending on how dark the bruise is really determines how much effort you have to put into this.”

Kaven could sense a moment of hesitation in her ton as if she wanted to ask more but was afraid to. He glanced over at her. She did seem like someone who would understand seeing how good she was at make up, but of course, he wasn’t about to expose his secret. He looked down at the products she was using to mask his bruise and nodded as she explained. It sounded like he needed going shopping. Probably with Gianna, so no one would ask questions. Since she wore make up, he was sure she would know about his skin tone and such. “Thank you, that’s um..That’s very helpful. Again, thanks I um wish I could repay you or something. I can get you food or something..?”

You wouldn’t happen to know who owns this little guy, would you? He doesn’t have a collar or anything, but he’s super good at doing this so maybe that’ll help in… identifying him or something?

“No, I don’t, but it’s um it’s really adorable. I’d take him if you don’t find a home for him,” he replied, crouching down next to him. 

“Do you need a hug? You look like you need a hug.”

Kaven paused for a moment and nodded. “I um...sure I’ll take a hug.”