magic-ellie:
“Oh, stop it!” Ellie rolled her eyes but managed to blush at his words, moving on the bed to stare at the roof so he could not see it. “I think whatever it is that made you sick is affecting your brain too and your eyesight. Maybe you’ll turn into a zombie.” No other man spoke to her the way he did and that’s what made her fall in love with him. He had a way with words and it only seemed natural that he had so much success with his book. “Besides, you stole that line from one of your characters, I remember,” she smirked. “The bad boy in town, the one who’s like you but with a more dark personality, I don’t remember his name. Something with S? Scott or Steve.” She read some of his work before because he was kind enough to share it. Ellie knew that some writers were very private but Cason liked when she gave her opinion on a certain scene or character development.
She took a look at the bed and frowned. “There’s way too many tissues here. Men are all pigs after all,” Ellie stood up and began to collect them. “You’re going to get sick thanks to your own trash, Cason.” She then opened the window because the air smelled like actual dust. Then she went back to him to make sure the covers were giving him the warmth he needed. “I’ll bring you some water, alright?” Her hand touched his cheek before going downstairs to the kitchen.
She took the bag she had brought with her and put the small container of soup inside the microwave to heat it while she cut a few pieces of peach and but them in a bowl. Next the grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and a glass. Cason needed to keep hydrated and his voice sounded horrible. His poor throat was probably irritated. In all these months Ellie had never seen him sick so it was strange. He saw her with a bloody nose the past summer but she had always been healthy, probably thanks to her aunts and the magic teas that made her drink.
She put all of that on top of a tray and carried it back to his room. “Food is here, come on, sit,” Ellie took a seat on the bed and put the tray on top of her knees. “I got you some water and fruit. Also, my aunts sent you chicken soup with some special ingredients to make you all healthy again,” she smirked. “I think it’s a secret spell. Bunny’s foot, a dog’s ear, red leaves and a vampire’s fang, you know? The usual ingredients.” She bit her lower lip and smiled at Cason. “They also said no kisses. They don’t want you to make me sick.”
He was watching her every moment, the way her mouth curved when she spoke, the way her chest heaved when she laughed; she was like a drug, intoxicating and utterly addictive. It was the only way he thought he could describe it besides a moth to a flame. He knew that he would follow her where ever he went, he’d always be there by her side to make sure her day was okay and for better or worse, even if he hadn’t popped the question yet, she would one day make the most beautiful bride. He hadn’t experienced love like this before, the type that consumed him and made each breath feel worth it; it was something he hoped he never had to give up. He prayed each night with gratitude for what he’d been gifted with. ‘’I can’t stop it.’’ Cason complained with a whiny like voice, as he coughed a chuckle out at best.
‘‘My brain is infected with this redecoration of the apartment.’‘ Cason playfully jibed at the apartment decor that had began but had now halted due to his sickness. He hoped that in no time the place would be perfect; he needed it to be perfect before he popped the question, he wanted her to be his forever, that much he knew. It would only be a matter of time now.
‘‘Hey--- that was a good line and I did create it thank you very much.’‘ Cason defended, his playful grin something he could never hide around her, it always seemed to find it’s way to his features as he stared up at her, hand reaching out to let his fingers brush against her soft silk like skin, wrapping his pinky finger around hers. He was good at the cute stuff, he remembered vividly how much his mother had wanted that from his father, although that dream never came true; it was a shame, but she was better off without him, that was for sure.
‘‘Thank you.’‘ He barked out, the need for water was even more evident now that Ellie had mentioned it, as he took a minute to watch the ceiling fan spin. He really hated being sick, he always got so bored. He was hoping that it’d move on quicker, it’d seemed to go on forever, as he reached up to wipe his forehead which was thick with sweat, he whined. How could he feel so cold but yet to touch was piping hot? He just wanted it to go away.
He heard her come back as he looked at her, and pushed up to sit as commanded. He was listening to her when he gulped thickly. He really didn’t want to eat that. Could he do it for Ellie? He watched her for a moment as he debated before he shook his head at her.
‘‘Your aunts really put all that in there?’‘ He asked with wide eyes as he looked too the soup and began shaking his head ‘‘No baby no please don’t make me eat the soup, I don’t wanna consume little creatures I’d rather keep as pets.’‘ Cason begged, pouting his bottom lip and kicking his legs as he threw his body down against the bed in hopes that he could simply weasel himself out of it. But it was the next statement that caught his attention.
‘‘No kisses at all?’‘ Now he really sounded like a child as eyes were wider and rounder.
