Shatter Me- Demon's Head Damian x Right Hand Reader- Part 7-
By nightfall, you’re panting heavily, both you and Damian worse for wear.
“We should rest.” Damian says pointedly, pointing towards a pile of rocks.
You only nod, you’re troat dry for lack of water. Both of you are aware of the inevidble end that awaits you here in the desert. You’ve barly spoken to each other, more out of the weight of certian death than anything else. Damain sits by the rock pile, leaning ageinst it. You brush stones away, then sit beside him. The ground and rocks are hard agient your dhydrated body, but you remind yourself that it’s better than nothing. Diamin leans his head back, and sighs. You stare at your nails.
“Y/n.” He says softly, his throat audidbly dry. “Thank you.”
“For what?” You ask. Under differnt circumatances you would have askes, but now formailties no longer seem important.
“For everything. For putting up with this mission, for suporting my cause, and-” He pauses mid sentice, his gaze gently moving to you. “Thank you for suporting me.”
You notice the change of words. A little part of you nearly hopes this is a hint that he noticed how your lotaly was to him, above the league.
“Of course.” You whisper.
“Y/n, I need to be honset with you.” He shallows drly. “I’m not good with this kind of thing.”
This kind of thing? You brace yourself for the worst.
“You mean a lot to me, Y/n, and it’s not just because of your skill or loyalty.” He closes his eyes, his eyebrows pressing together.
You bite your lip, blushing. This isn’t what you think it is. You tell yourself. It’s not like he likes you.
Damian glances at your face and groans. “I’m mumbling, aren’t I?”
“Only a little, My Lord.” You reply, burying your face in your hands.
“Then let me be more direct, General.”
He grabs your wrist, and pulls your hands away from your face. You nervously glance up at him. Green eyes stare intently back at you. Damain plants a hand in between you, and leans forward. Your eyes widen, as he connects his mouth with yours. You gasp. After a moment, your eyes flutter shut, and you reach to touch his face gently. He tilts his head into your palm, deepening the kiss. You smile, and lean into him.
“That was unexpected.” He whispers against your mouth.
“You can say that again.” You mutter happily.
“There's other things I’d rather do.” He replies.
