Kars W/ a sick Reader
Maybe fluffy. A very sweet Kars.
A hint of jealousy
word count: 2.117
Kars W/ a sick reader
Frustration knitted between his dark brows, the tension there existing as hard creases that remained even after he formed a lighter expression. Melting relief settled over his features as you stirred in his arms, slowly becoming responsive to his attentive care.
- Or perhaps it was his one-sided conversation that had woken you.
Several days have passed already, and you were doing much better, he could attest to that.
Thus far your temperature has eased from the terrible spike in heat. It was a sign you were soon going to be better, and yet he felt the nagging, little ache in his chest persist.
It was like the sting of a thin, sharp point striking his heart, cruelly prodding at such a rapid pace that he had no time to heal, no time to find a way to combat it.
It hurt him to see you in pain, and as he has you there in his arms, cradled like the precious little creature you are to him, he can’t deny it.
He can’t act indifferent towards you, especially not when he’s convinced that the only reason you're doing better, is because he’s there.
It hurts him so much he can’t think of anything else, prompting him to leave his leisure days to take on a different role. So, rather than be served himself, he becomes the one attentive to someone else’s needs, committing to your every necessity no matter how troublesome it may be.
You are his top priority.
He rarely left your side, and if he did, it wasn’t for long.
He couldn’t possibly leave you to the care of any of of his disgusting minions, that was for certain. They were pawns, and nothing more than that, certainly not ones that radiated trust.
The idea of you left alone with any of them had his blood boiling. Having any of them in your vicinity had him tasting something bitter when he noticed your discomfort.
He’d taken notice of your reluctance to be around any of them, how much closer you come to him because you’re uneasy, so he wouldn’t put you through that, especially not during your most vulnerable state.
- And most certainly while he was away.
There had been another option, and while he trusted Esidisi and Wammu, something in him couldn’t allow any of them to have you so close.
He couldn’t deal with having anyone else behave so tenderly with you, he’d discovered that at first trial.
It hasn’t been long, but you’ve been feeling ill, and you struggled to show a brave face as you lived through it. It was a horrible habit you had to suffer in silence, to solve your own problems.
Besides, it hadn’t been so bad when Kars had left, it had been manageable, but it was as though you drastically worsened the farther he went.
Even so, you said nothing, keeping it to yourself, not even wanting to bother the man that had stayed behind to watch you.
During his absence Kars assigned Wammu to watch over you as usual, and as expected he took the temporary position seriously.
He did as he typically did, shadowing you as you ventured to your heart’s content, even if it was outside during the day, an ability only he had between the three pillarmen.
He stayed at a distance until he had noticed your deteriorating health, and it prodded him to become even more attentive to you, becoming more than just someone that watched from a distance.
Soon after, he stayed four steps behind, a gesture of peace committed as he used another talent of his to ease you.
The soft breezes the short haired blonde creates for you have followed you, and during the insufferable temperatures your body has suddenly succumbed to, it feels refreshing. It’s like a touch of comforting spring visiting you, the air being a calming, tepid temperature, and you show your appreciation to him in the form of a soft smile.
A little thank you is also given, and he accepts in with a short nod and nothing else.
And then it happened ;
Everything turned blurry before it went pitch black.
-It was just for a moment, a few seconds before you came back to, realizing you were supported by a strong arm that brought you close to Wammu as he saved your weakened body from a sudden fall.
Glowing jade eyes looked down at you, the hint of concern in them washing away as you woke and looked back at him with hazy eyes that slowly adjusted to the world.
.
.
.
“I’m fine...” you tell him, sounding certain even while you tried to find focus during your dizzy spell.
However, your hands hold onto him with a desperate grasp that pleads for him to not let you go yet, and he understands the message, giving you more time to adjust.
Seeing your reaction he releases a soft sigh before lightly shaking his head with a minuscule smirk as he mused over a long gathered observation.
“-You are stubborn,” the blonde haired man comments, while recalling the very trait that has both amused and irked his master.
“ Though strong too,” he proceeds reassuringly while still holding just a hint of amusement.
You were resistant, brave.
During your first encounter with them you showed that, and even back then he’d let out a short snicker that morphed into a genuine chuckle as you stood your ground.
Perhaps he’d never said much to you, but he was observant to your qualities, and because you were with his master, he considered you utterly valuable.
Even if Eisidisi couldn’t phathom as to any other reason why Kars would keep you around other than carnal pleasure, Wammu had more or less understood. After all, every now and then your species enticed a tickle of curiosity in him.
Loyalty and bravery were traits he considered honorable. For such small, feeble creatures to posses such traits, it was endearing.
And he found it amusing how even his own master could form an attachment with a human.
As he looked down at you he mused over how a being so small could move a creature as powerful as Kars.
You could make him smile with a single one of your own, and that was an ability no one else had.
Even if Kars had never spoken about what it was that he felt for you, it was implied, heavily.
You were precious to him, so it was all the more reason to take care of you during his absence.
As he held you in his arms, you struggled to stay conscious, but even then you’re aware of where he is, of how much dedication he has to you. Whether it’s because he truly cares, or because it’s an order, it’s there, and it makes you keep your smile.
Moreover, the very compliment has you touched.
.
.
.
If anyone treated you with the upmost respect and utter delicacy it was Wammu. And while Kars had never had a problem with it, he did when he came back to find you embraced by him.
It wasn’t like Kars considered the idea of Wammu ever betraying him, and he trusted you too..
There was nothing to doubt, yet, watching you cradled within someone else’s arms, cared for and looked upon with such genuine tenderness...
It had him feeling a twisting feeling in his gut that he’s never felt before.
He thought about how your soft kisses could belong someone else, how each of the feather light ones that wake him could descend upon some one else’s flesh.
He recalls how wonderfully you fit into his embrace, how your body is so soft and warm, fitting perfectly between the space that’s there between his arms and the rest of his body. It’s indescribable how much serenity he experiences while having you so close, sharing warmth.
The addictive scent of your fragrance mingled with his comes to mind, and he feels an uneasy feeling when he thinks about any other masking his, or replacing it entirely.
A great ‘what if ‘ struck him, and it made him act, moving towards you two with boiling blood.
It festers in him until your eyes land on him and that wonderful sparkle in them occurs.
You then jump away from the other man, excited to find him back. He can hear it in the little chirp you release that’s his name.
Seeing your reaction when he steps forward makes him feel yet another feeling that struck at his heart, damning him for whatever that initial, bitter one was.
You looked so happy to see him, so genuinely sweet, and you were so quick to greet him that it just worsened that feeling he would later recognize as long lost guilt.
“I missed you,” you told him, and he notices how tired you look, how worn you seem.
He doesn’t realize how his own eyes soften, how he stares longingly like he’s missed you for too long.
Kars silently curses at your pathetic humanity, how illnesses fall upon you with such ease, and what’s worse, that he can do nothing about it but helplessly watch as you succumb to them.
He positions you to better sit up, one of his arms placed across your back as your head rests on his shoulder to hold you up as his other reaches out to the beverage he’s prepared for you.
Slowly, he brings the edge of the cup to your lips, gently tilting it so your tongue is drowned by a rather bitter taste of herbs that makes you release a discontent hum.
- Even that little sound irks him, it has him feeling utterly helpless, and he continues to wear the hard lines of frustration on his face.
A feather light kiss then grazes your hairline, his lips pressing the warm, sweat moistened spot with tenderness that lasts as he remains there. It’s a tart taste he’s certain you despise with how much you appose, and the only thing he can really do to combat it is offering you something sweeter.
- A sugary, little peck that tells you it’s for your own good.
“Kars?” the sound of your voice, so soft and frail makes him bring you closer to him, the grand beast demonstrating a nurture that was foreign to him, and exists only for you.
A low hum of his greets you before another kiss touches you, landing right on your nose that twitches under the touch.
You’ve barley been awake throughout it, and to finally hear you say something, most of all his name, it calms him.
“ vexing little thing...” he huffs , “ I can’t leave you alone for even a moment,” he says with just a touch of annoyance, but there’s adoration there too, so much that you giggle.
The way Kars shows his fondness of you is with little remarks such as those.
Teasing you is his way, his love language.
He aims for a kiss on the lips, but is stopped by a little hand that presses against his chest, “You can’t,” you tell him, your still voice small and hoarse.
He stopped, genuine surprise written on his face before he narrows his eyes at you, his lips which were already pouted and ready to press to yours drop into a frown.
He looks insulted , and while the face is one that’s unpleased, it makes you actually grin before you chuckle.
“I’m sick,” you remind him, and he scoffs, his eyes rolling.
“And?” he huffs. “- I've kissed you plenty already,” he says under his breath, not understanding the issue, and after he says it, you feel incredibly warm in your stomach.
The little kisses that have peppered over your face throughout the past few days haven't been your imagination, and when you realize that, you’re practically glowing.
And you take his teasing, little chiding as an actual possibility,
“I haven’t been alone...for even a moment,” you mutter with a touch of disbelief, thinking about all the instances you felt him close.
You knew you mattered to him, but not that much, not so much as to nurture you back to health.
Color fills his cheeks before he blows an exasperated breath between his lips,
“Your kind is so weak,” he starts, looking away from you, “ you need my constant supervision,” he states, which of course he believes.
But for some reason it’s a struggle to admit.
“- All of your attention?” you say while batting your eyes and stretching your arms out for him to coddle you, which he does.
He falls in without a second thought, though he lets out a huffy breath.
his nose grazes over your jaw, and little smooches greet you there while you close your eyes and continue to smile.
“Of course,” he sweetly murmurs.
One of your hands cradles his cheek as he continues to kiss you.
He eases you from his lap, completely laying you down your bedding as he takes a position that had him above you before he offers you a kiss to your lips.
That beautiful waves of plum that surround you have rebellious strands that tickle your face as he withdraws, and the moment of peace is one you want to last.
Swallowing down thickly you then plea with him, demanding what you’ve wanted to for a while,
“Stay with me,” you tell him, never having asked him for anything else before.
- never needing anything more.
As you’re slowly recovering you’re afraid he’ll take it as a sign he can leave, and it has you saddened.
You want to have him all to yourself, to feel all of his attention on you, and be able to react to it too.
“...Please?” you breath, and even while drained of your color, utterly helpless, he notes every feature of yours as lovely.
His smile is rather arrogant, and it’s more of a smirk as you speak, and he takes a moment to answer, offering you unneeded suspense because either way, he hadn’t planned to leave any time soon,
“As you wish,” he murmurs with another kiss.