Short Prompt #153
Tiny scooped up a large spoonful of warm broth from the soup bowl and hefted it over their shoulder, staggering over the crumples in the blanket and up the slope of the Giant’s chest.
“Uuugh,” Giant groaned as Tiny reached their pale and sweaty face, pinning their chapped lips tightly shut.
“If you want to get better, you have to eat up,” Tiny snapped, arms beginning to tremble under the weight of the spoon.
Giant sighed a huff of breath that blew Tiny’s hair back but opened their mouth reluctantly.
Satisfied, Tiny slowly drizzled the broth down their throat, staring a moment too long into that deep cavernous pit of a mouth.
The giant swallowed, their whole jugular bobbing up and down.
“I’ll get more!” Tiny said, as they came to themselves again, turning the spoon vertically, like a staff, in order to balance their steps on the way back down.
“Uuugh…don’t. D-don’t need… ‘S too hard…”
Tiny jabbed the spoon handle against the giant’s collarbone, eliciting a soft moan. “You better not have just said it’s too hard for me. I don’t care how big you are or how little and helpless you think I am, but I’m going to take care of you until the day you die. Or I die. I guess whichever comes first. Point is your stuck with me.”
