Theme + Number: #47- Hot water, #67- Mirror, #88- Strong willed
Warnings: Cute banter/friendship between Rinoa and Seifer
Summary: Watch your mouth around hot water.
Seifer broke the mirror. She wasn’t sure why exactly, she only knew as she stood there that he had been angry enough so smash the glass into tiny pieces.
Now she say tending to his hand, picking out the shards of glass with soft hands, shaking her head from side to side. “Foolish, foolish, foolish,” she chided. “Such a childish act Seifer, honestly.”
“Don’t lecture me.”
”Oh no, wouldn’t dream of it.” She gave him her softest smile then purposely tugged the next shard of glass out of his hand much sharper than she had before, satisfied when she heard him hiss as the glass was removed. “Wouldn’t do any good would it? Your far too stubborn to listen to me.”
“I prefer strong willed.”
“Isn’t that another term for a fool?” She had a playful smile on her face as she returned her gaze to his wounded hand.
“I am not a fool Rinny.”
“Perhaps.” She released his hand as she gathered the paper cup she had put the shards in and discarded it. “There are times when I wonder.” She turned on the stove, placed the tea kettle on top of the flame. “You seem to do an awful lot of stupid things. It worries me.”
”Don’t worry,” he ordered.
She turned to him with a smile. “You know me better than that. I always worry.”
She took her seat back across from him, started to carefully wrap up his wounded hand, soft fingers brushing gently against his calloused palms. “I will always worry about you, you know that.”
He watched her work, watched her care. He would never understand why she gave a damn about him, why she went out of her way to help him, protect him, show him that there were people in the world who would care and worry and love without expecting things in return.
She fastened the bandage in place and her gaze skipped up with a smile. “Done.”
He kept watching her, his lips curling at the edge as he caught her chin in his palm. “You are such an old grandmother with your bandages and your tea.”
The hiss of the kettle pulled her attention away from him as she stalked over to the stove. “Hey, Seifer?”
She turned back to him with the kettle in her hand, a smirk on her face. “Never make a girl with boiling hot water angry.”