closed starter | @badgerowens
After having been out of it for a good few days, Jean had finally managed to find his way to Ryan and Lucy’s place. He was in a little better condition, his bruises still fairly prominent, but the break in his nose was healing considerably faster after his visit to the healer – the same could be said for his arm, though it was still in a sling, as well as his ribs which were still fairly tender and sore. The miracles magic could do when one actually agreed to be a patient for a little while. Of course, he hadn’t stayed there for quite as long as they had liked him to – but it was a start. Now, hovering outside the blonde’s room, Jean found himself almost scared to go inside. Still, he found the courage to lift his hand up and knock lightly on the door, before opening it and rounding the corner, leaving the door open as he stood in the doorway, shuffling on his feet. “Hi, Luce…” He said, his tone soft and quiet – almost worried that speaking might hurt her. Even though he’d been assured that she somewhat better than the few days prior. “I – I brought chocolate, lots of it!” He said, holding up the bag slightly which was obviously quite full. “Well, there’s a few other things in there, too, but…” He could feel the warmth growing in his cheeks as he spoke and he went to nibble on his bottom lip out of nerves but the cut still present there promptly stopped him from doing so. The blond pushed the door shut lightly, and moved over to place the bag on the closest surface that looked somewhat suitable, a few colourful flowers pouring out as he set it down. He didn’t have two functioning arms to transport them in a conventional manner so in the bag with everything else seemed like the best option.
“I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner, but I thought you would need time to, well, I don’t know…” He said, pausing for a moment as if to consider something, before adding: “Not that you probably expected me to come by. Or, It was probably the last thing on your mind.“ He was only her brother’s friend, after all. "But I just – I was still worried about you.” His words came out so quickly, there was probably no hope of her catching each one, let alone replying to them until he had finished. He took a deep breath his eyes flickering over to the blonde and a small smile finding its way to his lips. “Are you feeling better?”
From the moment Ryan had brought Lucy home, she had been unable to manage leaving the comfort of her own room unless it had been an attempt at stumbling to the bathroom so she could wash the grime and memories away. Though even then it had been more her sitting on the shower floor as the water ran over her skin until Autumn came to lead her out and help her change. She had refused to talk to anyone, not even saying much to her brother, it was easier to stay quiet than risk talking and then having them ask her questions. The healers had taken care of the worst of her injuries or at least they had attempted to heal her as much as they could before the blonde had started to panic at having them in her space for too long and touching her.
She hadn’t expected to hear his voice, though she perhaps should have known that it wouldn’t have been long before it happened. Lucy didn’t want him here, didn’t want him to see her like this, broken. She struggled having Ryan see her like this, having to see his face filled with guilt and grief whenever he looked at her. It made it harder to pretend that nothing had happened, to forget. She didn’t want to see looks of pity from everyone. Why couldn’t he have come later, when there was evidence left of what had taken place. As soon as he had called her name, the young witch found herself burrowing further under her covers and taking refuge there in the dark to hide away from his stare. Of course her downfall happened to be the mention of chocolate, he always had known her weakness. It was enough to make her peer one eye out over the edge to look at him, as a small smile tugged at the edge of her lips at the familiar sight of him and the flowers.
