forum Hold me closer, tiny dancer (o/o) (Closed)

Started December 20, 2021 by @emilyevewrites group

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Rowan was still asleep in his room, his hair and clothes a mess. He still had the brace on, as well, and he seemed a little bit uneasy in his sleep.

Eve pulled her hair into a bun and struggled to figure out what exactly Rowan had been trying to make before she'd dismissed him. Hoping to ask him, she headed over to his room, but she stopped short when she saw he was sleeping.

Rowan yawned and curled up a bit tighter on his bed with his arms held close to his chest. He occasionally hummed weakly in his sleep, but was otherwise quiet.

Eve leaned against the doorframe for a moment and watched him with gentle eyes. This boy… her once-enemy… was now the person she was without a doubt falling for. It seemed impossible, but Rowan just… understood her.

After a minute or so, Rowan started to stir and groan softly. He coughed weakly and opened his eyes blearily, trying to push himself up, but quickly collapsing back onto the bed since his injured wrist couldn't support his weight.

Eve quickly entered the room to support him. "Take it easy," she encouraged.

Rowan looked over his shoulder tiredly to see Eve, too drowsy to stop her from helping him sit up properly. "Mmnh… how long have I been asleep…?"

"About half an hour," Eve replied. "How is your wrist feeling?"

"Hurts… I should probably take some Tylenol or something." Rowan yawned and rubbed at his eyes with his good hand.

"Let me grab you some," Eve suggested. "I'll be right back." She headed out to the kitchen, and after a moment of drawers opening and shutting followed by the sounds of water running from the faucet, Eve returned with a bottle of Tylenol and a glass of water. "Here."

"Ah, alright…" Rowan waited quietly and patiently for Eve to return, and thanked her softly when she did so. He swallowed the pills and sighed, shuddering as they slid down his throat.

"You're going to be fine," Eve promised and placed her hand on top of Rowan's. "I promise."

"Yeah, I know. It's just a sprain. I'll be fine." Rowan smiled softly and drank some more of the water.

Eve smiled back, but it was fleeting as she stood up. "Alright, um… dinner." She left quickly.

"Ah, can I help? Or do I have to stay here?" Rowan called out.

"Nope, you stay!" Eve called back from the kitchen. "I can do this!"

No, she couldn't. No one in her high school had ever failed cooking class until she'd taken it.

"Fiiiine!" Rowan whined back, flopping down on his bed. He had no idea that Eve couldn't cook, of course, so he figured she would be fine on her own if she really didn't want his help.

It didn't take long for the panic to set in with Eve. She rushed around the kitchen trying to find something – anything – to assemble. She settled on spaghetti since all she had to do was boil it. While heating up the pot and putting the noodles in the boiling water, her thumb brushed the hot rim, and she yelped with pain. "Ah, damn it!"

Rowan occupied himself with his phone for a few minutes, electing to ignore the mild crashing noises from the kitchen, but he looked up when he heard Eve yelp. "Eve? You good?" He called out from his room.

Tears stung in her eyes as a reflex to the burn, and she pushed her hand into her chest. "Yes!" she replied, inhaling sharply.

"I don't believe youuuu…" Rowan got to his feet and headed out of his room to the kitchen. "What did you do to yourself now?"

Hearing his voice getting closer, Eve whirled around. "Nothing," she said with a very unconvincing wince of pain.

"Still don't believe you. C'mon, lemme see." Rowan came closer to Eve, trying to figure out how she'd hurt herself.

Eve sighed and reluctantly showed him the burn that was turning redder and redder by the second.

Rowan sighed as well and led her over to the sink, turning it on and then holding her hand out under the water. "Just hold it there for a bit. Then you'll want to make sure you keep it moisturized and covered if you can."