The Badass Lion and Her Stumbling Snake
Jul 8, 2015 3:05:22 GMT
Post by Aito Bellamy on Jul 8, 2015 3:05:22 GMT
Aito grinned, as he caught the movement in the corners of Alkawari’s lips, indicating a very small smile in response to his comment. Okay, so that was good to know. She hadn’t responded positively to being called beautiful, but she didn’t seem to mind being referred to as strong. It was vastly different from the way things went in the books Aito read, almost all of the girls in them liking it when they were called pretty. However, Alkawari was not like other girls. She was vastly different from any person Aito had ever met before in his life and he found her absolutely fascinating in that aspect. It was both wonderful and a bit terrifying, but Aito didn’t care. He rather enjoyed spending time with Alkawari, despite her eccentricities that set her apart from the rest of the school, or rather, what others saw as being odd. The Slytherin supposed the Gryffindor probably would have seemed to be nothing more than just another average girl had she been back in her real home, but then, that was how it went when you had cultures coming together. Bits and pieces were misunderstood, sometimes seen as bad just because they weren’t the way another person was used to. Well, Aito decided, he was going to try and figure out all he could about the aboriginal girl, not just because he loved learning about new cultures, but because he wanted to properly understand the gorgeous girl before him.
The Slytherin let out a sigh, as Alkawari pushed her hands gently against his stomach and began to hum again. He’d been nailed particularly hard there a few times, the other boys having gone for the soft flesh as it was easy to get one’s opponent to bend by forcing the air out of them if you hit them firmly enough in the right place. The boy’s eyes lowered from the Gryffindor’s face, watching her hands with general curiosity. He hadn’t been able to see what she was doing when she’d fixed his head in the library or his ribs when he was on his stomach, but now he had a clear view. Her hands, so lovely but capable of inflicting so much more than the slight pressure they were currently putting on Aito’s stomach, entranced the boy. The way they moved, a simple grace, and how they contrasted so beautifully against his own skin to the point where he couldn’t have looked away if he wanted to. Aito was unsure if it was because of how impossibly lovely he found them, or if it was because he knew, if Alkawari had wanted to, she could use those wonderful hands of hers to kill him before he even properly saw it coming. Either way, Aito found those hands of hers absolutely fascinating. Too soon were they gone, leaving his stomach tingling with the healing she had done upon it, the bruises disappearing back into his skin, sinking away until they were gone.
Alkawari moved away from him, and Aito sat the rest of the way up properly, bending one leg in and watching as the girl rolled up his pants on the other. He probably could have done it for her and saved her a bit of trouble, but then, he was actually quite rather enjoying all of this touching at the moment. Being an extremely tactile person who didn’t get nearly enough contact during the school year, Aito was going to relish every little bit he could. He smiled, eyes following her hands again as they wrapped around his knee and she started humming once more, healing that last little bit of his injuries. When she released him, Aito bent his knee, up and down, testing it out before tugging back down his pant leg, marveling at how well Alka had made him feel better with that strange magic of hers.
”Thanks…” Aito stated sincerely, before Alkawari commented upon his actions, causing his cheeks to heat up slightly in embarrassment. The Slytherin shook his head, leaning over and reaching for the drawer of his bedside table. He tugged it open and grappled within it for a few seconds before coming out with a white tube. ”I don’t care, actually, if it was smart or not. They had no right to attack you like that or call you names. I mean, you may be a little crazy and a tiny bit of a bitch, but I really don’t think that properly constitutes any reason to refer to you as both together, at least, not by someone who obviously doesn’t know you. If any of them had, they would have known better than to try and get you like that. And you know, you’re probably right, though I might have been able to take down at least one of them if they hadn’t ganged up on me but, thing is, we’re friends. And I don’t leave my friends behind. Even though you probably could have handled it on your own.” Aito’s voice was firm as he undid the cap on the tube, gazing at Alkawari with a bit of a frown, but otherwise, his expression was just as she’d described him, kind and gentle. However, he knew he was more than just those things, in the same way that Alkawari was more than just strong and fierce.
Squirting a tiny bit of gel onto one finger, Aito leaned forward slightly, reaching out to take Alkawari’s face again in his hand. He held up his finger, the clear goo shining upon it. ”This is muggle stuff. It won’t heal your cut, but it’ll keep it from getting infected.” He explained and then, without asking, quickly ran the goop covered finger along the red slice that one boy’s ring had made in the girl’s cheek. He smiled then, leaning away from her quickly in case she got mad when she had told him already that she was fine.
Placing the cap back on the tube, Aito tossed it onto his bedside table before scooting backwards. He tugged the curtains of his bed closed around them and then fixed his pillows, leaning back against them. He eyed Alkawari for a moment, looking a little bit sheepish, before he opened his arms towards her, reaching. ”Come here, please?”
The Slytherin let out a sigh, as Alkawari pushed her hands gently against his stomach and began to hum again. He’d been nailed particularly hard there a few times, the other boys having gone for the soft flesh as it was easy to get one’s opponent to bend by forcing the air out of them if you hit them firmly enough in the right place. The boy’s eyes lowered from the Gryffindor’s face, watching her hands with general curiosity. He hadn’t been able to see what she was doing when she’d fixed his head in the library or his ribs when he was on his stomach, but now he had a clear view. Her hands, so lovely but capable of inflicting so much more than the slight pressure they were currently putting on Aito’s stomach, entranced the boy. The way they moved, a simple grace, and how they contrasted so beautifully against his own skin to the point where he couldn’t have looked away if he wanted to. Aito was unsure if it was because of how impossibly lovely he found them, or if it was because he knew, if Alkawari had wanted to, she could use those wonderful hands of hers to kill him before he even properly saw it coming. Either way, Aito found those hands of hers absolutely fascinating. Too soon were they gone, leaving his stomach tingling with the healing she had done upon it, the bruises disappearing back into his skin, sinking away until they were gone.
Alkawari moved away from him, and Aito sat the rest of the way up properly, bending one leg in and watching as the girl rolled up his pants on the other. He probably could have done it for her and saved her a bit of trouble, but then, he was actually quite rather enjoying all of this touching at the moment. Being an extremely tactile person who didn’t get nearly enough contact during the school year, Aito was going to relish every little bit he could. He smiled, eyes following her hands again as they wrapped around his knee and she started humming once more, healing that last little bit of his injuries. When she released him, Aito bent his knee, up and down, testing it out before tugging back down his pant leg, marveling at how well Alka had made him feel better with that strange magic of hers.
”Thanks…” Aito stated sincerely, before Alkawari commented upon his actions, causing his cheeks to heat up slightly in embarrassment. The Slytherin shook his head, leaning over and reaching for the drawer of his bedside table. He tugged it open and grappled within it for a few seconds before coming out with a white tube. ”I don’t care, actually, if it was smart or not. They had no right to attack you like that or call you names. I mean, you may be a little crazy and a tiny bit of a bitch, but I really don’t think that properly constitutes any reason to refer to you as both together, at least, not by someone who obviously doesn’t know you. If any of them had, they would have known better than to try and get you like that. And you know, you’re probably right, though I might have been able to take down at least one of them if they hadn’t ganged up on me but, thing is, we’re friends. And I don’t leave my friends behind. Even though you probably could have handled it on your own.” Aito’s voice was firm as he undid the cap on the tube, gazing at Alkawari with a bit of a frown, but otherwise, his expression was just as she’d described him, kind and gentle. However, he knew he was more than just those things, in the same way that Alkawari was more than just strong and fierce.
Squirting a tiny bit of gel onto one finger, Aito leaned forward slightly, reaching out to take Alkawari’s face again in his hand. He held up his finger, the clear goo shining upon it. ”This is muggle stuff. It won’t heal your cut, but it’ll keep it from getting infected.” He explained and then, without asking, quickly ran the goop covered finger along the red slice that one boy’s ring had made in the girl’s cheek. He smiled then, leaning away from her quickly in case she got mad when she had told him already that she was fine.
Placing the cap back on the tube, Aito tossed it onto his bedside table before scooting backwards. He tugged the curtains of his bed closed around them and then fixed his pillows, leaning back against them. He eyed Alkawari for a moment, looking a little bit sheepish, before he opened his arms towards her, reaching. ”Come here, please?”