🎲 Julia?
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7. A romantic kiss
To say that the formerly dying man, whose heart was pierced by a wicked man, is absolutely out of it and hallucinating a bit is. And. Understatement. Since he had woken up from when he was lying in a pool of his own blood, to now resting peacefully and safely (and CLEAN) in a bed, warmed by the fire... Trevor has been flirting with his exasperated benefactor, but not because he's willingly trying to replace his wife, oh no.
It's because he thinks she is his wife.
"Sypha... my dearest, why do you tease me so?" He speaks with a chuckle, reaching out with his right arm and crossing his body to capture the witch's hand. Julia has no choice but to stop abruptly once more, placing down the tray she was holding in favor of - gently - prying his arm off her and back into bed. With a click of the tongue, she leans over her charge and tucks him back to keep him warm.
"Because you were grey like you were dead, nearly all the blood in you was outside your body, you know? Bleed out like you were being prepared like meat for dinner. You are cold still, even when the color is coming back to you. Rest. Now." But the kind woman couldn't be curt with him for too long, this he knows, as her expression softens when she knows that his near death experience had him knocking on Heaven's door. And with that, he is given an opening.
"Then warm me with your touch, my love." And her hand is now guided to his face, looking so weak and lolling his head around from the medicine doing it's thing. Healing and unfortunately making him very out of it.
"Just one, please. So I can dream of you-" He gets closer, takes his hand down to Julia's flat abdomen and rubs there like she were pregnant. "-and our child."
It likely looks a bit endearing, and eventually she gives in with a bit of a smile, just once pretending fully, with her hand over his, and presses her lips to his.
