His lithe body was bruised and grazed, a large pout formed on his face, his large lilac eyes darting rapidly and looking anywhere but at you. You could tell he was hurt and distressed, how his eyes were averting your gaze and looking dejected, you knew he was ready for your worries, or maybe ‘lectures’.
“Are you always trying to run into danger?” You sighed, moving to press the small cotton pad against his cheek, feeling how his tiny body flinched in harsh reaction before he tried settling. “I know you can go where you want, but you need to remember that they’re things out there that will kill you—”
“I know!” He spat sourly, eyes darting to meet your dejected features, his tone lowering. “I know…”
Your gaze softened, removing the cotton pad away from him, “You know, I only do this to protect you, I don’t want to see you hurt.” You gently allowed him to crawl into the palm of your hand, clutching tightly around your finger with both of his hands, and the sight made you nearly coo in adoration.
The pixie didn’t speak, but the blushing was evidence that he was somewhat embarrassed to be seen injured and defeated. Though this time, he allowed you to hold him, unlike the times you would gush about how cute he was, leading to him complaining that he ‘wasn’t a plush doll’.
Your grin grew across your face, nuzzling him against your chin to gain his attention. “You’re blushing, Cirrus.”
His small platinum blond head whipped back, nearly smacking you with his wing in the process to stare in both shock and daggers your way. “Am not!”
“Yeah, and I’m not the president.” You rolled your eyes playfully, but you still cradled him close to your chest, his short hair tickling the bottom of your chin. “I still love you even when you’re so stubborn.”
Had it been for your small laugh and his high pitched outburst, you wouldn’t have been able to feel him snuggle closer into you, whispering, “I love you too.”
