Man, seeing Seth finally getting some love has me beaming! Can I request Seth with an s/o who loves pampering him?
⎯ tags: seth x reader, slow burn (kind of), fem reader, gender neutral idk, this is short tho...🤍
the room was in semi-darkness, the incense extinguished hours ago. seth was half reclining on his throne, his left arm dangling to one side, bandaged awkwardly. around him, the red marble and golden pillars could not hide the wear and tear in his gaze.
when you enter, he says nothing. he only turns his face slightly, like one who detects an animal entering its lair.
-i told you i don't need anything. -his voice is raspy, but without edge. tired, not angry.
you don't answer. you walk towards him with a bowl of scented water in your hands and a clean linen cloth. you place both on the low table next to the throne, with gentle gestures, as if you were serving an ordinary man. as if he were not the god of the storm.
seth watches you. with distrust, yes. but also… with a tension on his lips that does not become a gesture of defense. nor of pleasure. just a pause. a space into which something could enter, if you knew how.
you take his bandaged arm gently.
-i can do it myself. -he grunts. but he doesn't pull away.
-i don't doubt you can. -you reply. and with that, you begin to undo the knot of the bandage.
the wound is not serious, but the cut is ugly. old. badly cared for.
like everything on him.
you wet the cloth, squeeze out the water. you start to clean.
-i'm not giving it to you. -your voice is as serene as the touch of your fingers. i'm taking care of what's mine.
there, he does turn his face to look at you. directly. as if your phrase had been a blow.
but he doesn't get up. he doesn't turn away. he doesn't say anything.
the silence between you becomes thick, but not uncomfortable. you continue cleaning, bandaging calmly. seth stares at an invisible spot at the back of the room. breathing slow. the broad chest barely rising and falling.
and when you finish, and your hands stop… he doesn't move.
he doesn't thank you. he doesn't look at you. but he doesn't walk away either.
he just says, after a long while, almost in a whisper: