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secret-fungi · 4 months ago

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Anger Management

Book: Astrea's Broken Heart

Paring: Cassiel/Audrey

Word count: 2224

Rating: T

Warning: swords, sexual flirting, violence as a means to vent anger, (only trees and training dummies were hurt) mentions of physical harm, mentions of blood

It was a rather slow day, and when he found her she was sitting on the small stone bench with her head in her hands. Her hair looked as if in a moment of frustration she had punished it by balling it up on the top of her head. He noticed she did that, whenever she was frustrated she would reach to get her hair out of her face. She looked like she would rather be left alone, and if she came here she must’ve, but with a snapping of a twig she wiped her eyes. “What is with you fucking people and spying?” She asked, turning to face him. “I didn’t mean to…” “I know your spot.” she said, waving her hand in a motion that seemed to wave away a pest. “Get used to sharing.” she muttered

He watched her for a moment, everything in her seemed as if she was maybe one ill-placed comment away from stabbing someone, her posture, her expression, the tone of her voice all of it he had come to know that this meant someone’s death.

“Do you need to be alone?” he asked, “Sit.” she said shortly.

Somehow, he felt like he was being scolded but he couldn’t remember what he did, but still he came and sat beside the woman. She stayed quiet, not looking towards him or attempting to make conversation and for some unknowable reason he missed it. Three assignments and she had already gone quiet, her brows furrowed and her lips pressed into a displeased line as she glared at a tree in front of them, and for a moment he took in the crime scene before them; a stick on the ground next to it and a decent chunk of bark missing from it, the scuffs on her palms and her foul mood.

And he smiled, faintly, unnoticed by the woman beside him. “What happened?” he asked. She looked at him as if he was the stupidest person known to man, and her next victim. “Nothing.” she said. For a moment he was silent, only raising a brow at her in question and in return she raised her own, a response not worth repeating.

“Did David do something?” he asked. She let out an annoyed huff and it was clear to him that she wouldn’t talk to him. Everyone that came here came with troubles they rather not remember, troubles they cut into short sentences devoid of any emotion because if you allowed even one word to betray the facade you would fall into a despair you couldn’t return from, as if you made it so by admitting your feelings on it. Everyone here did that, and everyone here only gave the facade of openness, but even with all her efforts It didn’t take much to guess that she didn’t want to be here, no matter what she said it was clear that when given the chance she would leave, and so with all this in mind it was easy to guess that whatever trouble that lead her here it had gotten worse.

He watched as she let out a breath and for whatever reason he didn’t want her to be so overcome by her troubles that she became like them. “Do you want to use a sword?” he asked and at this she looked at him for the first time, her brows raised high and her eyes wide in surprise. “It helps blow off steam when I'm angry.” he explained, and as he did a slow smile crept across her lips before she nodded. “You trust me not to stab myself?” she asked “I’ll be there, I can show you a few things.” “I would love to.” she said.

He rose to his feet without another word and started on without checking to see if she followed, but he slowed his pace when he heard her stop footsteps behind him so that she could catch up.

They didn’t say a word as he led her to the training grounds, but he noticed she took care to notice the scenery and how to get here, and when they reached the clearing he looked at the rack the back to her and handed her a fairly light, short sword.

For a moment she held it in her hand, getting used to the weight before she took a few practice swings. “Aren’t you going to correct my stance?” she asked, wordlessly, he walked towards her and pushed her legs apart with his foot, then he moved her hands apart at the hilt before he grabbed his own sword and started to show her the movements.

And for a moment she watched him so intensely he could feel the heat against his back but then he heard her strike the dummy, and once she started she didn’t stop, she kept attacking it with all her force. “I can see why you do this.” she said breathlessly. He gave a small smile. “You keep this up and you might be able to get that unfortunate tree that pissed you off.” he teased. “You think?” she asked with a soft smile that felt like spring's first breath. With each swing of her sword he watched her mood brighten, with each strike she seemed lighter, until she had returned to herself again, and so then they had the pattern once again for her to wait and watch him before repeating his movements.

And maybe he struck his target with a touch more flair than usual, and when he turned back she wasn’t bothering so much to pretend that she was looking at him just to copy him, a small, greedy little smirk on her lips as she watched him.

“Are you paying attention?” he asked, “Definitely.” she replied. “Do you have any other thoughts?” he grumbled.

she waited till he turned to reply “Not when i'm with you.” she said with a grin. He rolled his eyes and grumbled “Unreal.” “You’re showing off again and now you’re complaining I’m enjoying the show.” she said “I’m not showing off, it’s not my fault you suck.” he replied “Who uses a sword anymore?” she dismissed as if he was the strange one, and to her he was.

“Stop being lazy and do it.” he instructed. “How am I even supposed to do that?” she asked. With an exasperated look he started to walk her through the movements, only for her to jump up and grab hold of him, she had gone pale and her eyes had grown wide and the last time she looked like that she had fainted. “What?” he asked, grabbing hold of her arms to keep her steady.

“Don’t you feel that?” she asked “what?” He asked, “Your arm is hurt.” “Oh, yeah.” he said looking at the dark spot that had formed on his shirt sleeve.

“You did all that when you knew you were bleeding?” she asked, as if he was insane. He only shook his head, surprised at the worry that seemed to etch into her features. “You’d make trouble if i didn’t.” he said with a smirk.

“Well you could have said you needed tending to, i would’ve waited to start causing trouble until after you were all fixed up.” she replied so surely that it felt rather strange. “It’s nothing big, it just reopened,” he explained.

“Is there a kit out here?” she asked as she tied a strip of fabric around his arm. “no.” “closest ones should be?” “There's one in every room or the manor.” he said, neglecting to mention that these were all newly placed kits that were placed when he saw how accident prone the woman was.

“Can you walk?” He arched a brow at her. “What? like you’ll carry me?” he asked sarcastically, “You think i can’t?” she asked, reaching to steady him as they started their walk to the manor. “No.” he replied with a scoff. “I can, I'll carry you in like a princess, I'm very strong.” “sure.” he replied, rolling his eyes.

But still, as they made their way to the manor she kept her eyes on him, her hands hovering behind him as if ready to catch him.

With every movement he made he could feel her keen eyes following him. He was sure she wouldn’t take no for an answer when it came to seeing him fixed up, and with a sigh he silently relented before they even got to the steps.

When they did get to the manor she looked at the kit he had handed her with a surprised smile. “Okay take it off.” she said. He arched his brow but did as told, she was careful, gently taking off his bandages before she looked at his cut, her hand on his wrist and the other on his arm.

“This kit doesn’t have what you need.” she said “Just wrap it up it’ll be fine.” he said, and once again she looked at him in horror. “God no. You’ll get infected.” she said, pulling him away.

The walk to her room was short, as it seemed she had already found the shortcuts, and though he gave her a knowing glance and she offered an innocent smile in return, neither one of them said anything about it.

She hadn’t made herself at home here, everything as it was before, and without a word he sat on the chair she gestured to before going into the adjoining bathroom. Her kit was much larger than the ones around, and from it she pulled gauze and wraps and all sorts of unnecessary items.

“You think I need stitches?” he asked, watching as the woman set the box beside her. “It’s deep, won’t close on its own with you favoring it.” she replied as she wiped his arm down with an alcohol wipe. He raised his brows but she didn’t say a word.

He watched her long, graceful fingers thread the needle. “Do you need something to squeeze?” she asked, “I’m not a child.” “Well, if you need to hold something.” She handed him a teddy bear, a frown embroidered into its fuzzy face. He looked at it skeptically for a moment and after a beat she informed him with a smile you can hear: “His name is Cas.” “It is not.” he replied “it is, look at his foot.” she said

Sure enough on his foot the grumpy looking bear’s name was Cas. “I saw it when I went out and saw an uncanny resemblance.” she explained “So you took it to bed?” he asked, arching a brow at the woman, but she didn’t seem to notice his joke, her gaze trained on his arm as her fingers worked on stitching him up.

“Did they teach you this in school?” He asked, “no.” “I thought you were a doctor?” He asked with a smirk and an arch of his brow. truthfully he wished to cheer her up, she looked rather disturbed by his wound and the thought that she worried about him made him uncomfortable.

“not that kind of doctor.” “Did you ever want to be a real one?” he asked and for a moment she paused. He expected something snarky on the tip of her tongue, it was force of habit to go tit for tat with each other, but instead of that her brows pitched together as she worried her lip, trying her best not to hurt him with her gentle movements. “Why do you always want to argue? Just sit and be taken care of.” she demanded suddenly. Then after a while she must’ve felt a bit bad for her tone because after a moment she replied to his question.

“I had my heart set on the not real kinda doctor.” she teased with a slight smile upon her lips. “I didn’t mean it like that.” he said “You did.” She said with no real anger, He opened his mouth to say something but couldn’t bring himself to, instead he watched her every movement silently.

He couldn’t feel her moments, and he realized she must’ve given him something for the pain.

And the thought made him laugh just a little, and without looking up from her work she asked “did you lose that much blood that it affected your head?” “My heads fine.” “if you say so.” she replied easily.

Finally, she cut the thread and started to wrap his arm, and that’s when she met his gaze with this look on her face that just told him she was trying to figure him out, she had seen something in him and was sure it was gospel he knew it, so before she could ask whatever question she was going to ask he interrupted her. “Don’t do that.”

“Look at you?” she asked in surprise “that's not what you’re doing, You’re analyzing me.” he said at this she smiled as if very amused. “Why would I do that?” she asked calmly “to see how you can fix me.” at this she nodded as if reasoning with the unreasonable. “I won’t try and fix you if it makes you uncomfortable.” she promised with an amused little smile. “It doesn’t make me uncomfortable.” he assured “okay.” came her bemused reply as she tied the bandage, finishing it off with a little bow.

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