@pantachorei asked [ inspection ] sender holds receiver's face while inspecting an injury they got
🐝 * ― 𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.
'Quit fussing, I'm fin--'
He was interrupted by hands taking hold of his head, framing his face and forcing it back ever so gently and it silenced him. There wasn't much to his injuries per se, it was a scuffle of his own making that just so happened to get a little bit more physical than was necessary. He was fine but his lip was split in a corner and he suffered a blooming bruise beneath his right eye which was the very reason he had gone to visit his doctor.
Examinations weren't usually this touchy which was what silenced him really. He held him carefully but firmly nevertheless, his determined expression crossing with annoyance as those rose eyes flicked across his features. His thumbs were soft against his cheeks, warm, his fingers in his hair not in a way he had ever imagined them to be and Aventurine was left silently staring at the doctor.
He wasn't usually this concerned. He had expected him to call him a foolish gambler, a maniac, thrown sarcastic remarks about his gambles and send him back with some ointment and an ice pack for his bruise but instead he was met with a situation that stole his words from him and left his heart gently thumping against his rib cage.
His silence wasn't long lived though and once he got used to the warmth and the thumping in his chest, his fingers gently twitched, yearning to touch to his wrist yet that yearning was smothered as soon as it came.
'I'm fine, doc. Can you get me some ointment?'
