Her fingers brushed across his skin, and Darcy pulled his hand away from her. Forgetting that he was in the middle of a task as soon as she touched him. A reaction, like he had been burned, and it left him hesitant to touch her again. His hand took hers, still welling with blood, once more, and his returned the cloth to the wound. “Hold this,” he instructed, releasing the fabric when her fingers closed around it. “Wait - what do you mean, you just came in?” asked as he moved towards her feet, like he’d just heard her explanation. A strange woman in strange robes breaking into his house, and then breaking this things.
His brow was furrowed in a mix of concern and concentration as he took her foot by the heel. He was careful not to touch her any higher than her ankle. There was a piece of glass embedded in her foot that was roughly the size of his thumb. Darcy couldn’t decide if she wasn’t aware of her injuries, or if she just didn’t care. He plucked the shard from her skin with no resistance. The small noise she made drew his attention.
Darcy watched her touch the shattered image as if it were something precious to her. He remembered the wedding because he had been there, this woman...had not. He frowned, reaching over to move the painting out of her reach. If for no other reason than she might cut herself again. Shifting his weight, Darcy moved to circle one arm around her lower back, the other hooked beneath her knees. He lifted her from the ground, easily and once again without asking. Content to do with her as he pleased as long as she was trespassing in his home.
He dropped her on the couch, and knelt in front of her. He spoke softly, and evenly. Like he was talking to a small child, or a mental patient. He didn’t touch her any further, he kept a steady gaze on her from his position on the floor. “What’s your name?”
His brow was furrowed in a mix of concern and concentration as he took her foot by the heel. He was careful not to touch her any higher than her ankle. There was a piece of glass embedded in her foot that was roughly the size of his thumb. Darcy couldn’t decide if she wasn’t aware of her injuries, or if she just didn’t care. He plucked the shard from her skin with no resistance. The small noise she made drew his attention.
Darcy watched her touch the shattered image as if it were something precious to her. He remembered the wedding because he had been there, this woman...had not. He frowned, reaching over to move the painting out of her reach. If for no other reason than she might cut herself again. Shifting his weight, Darcy moved to circle one arm around her lower back, the other hooked beneath her knees. He lifted her from the ground, easily and once again without asking. Content to do with her as he pleased as long as she was trespassing in his home.
He dropped her on the couch, and knelt in front of her. He spoke softly, and evenly. Like he was talking to a small child, or a mental patient. He didn’t touch her any further, he kept a steady gaze on her from his position on the floor. “What’s your name?”
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