by Rainbowfox Ari » 07/21/2015 7:32 AM
"We'll get you a very small tattoo later, but for now..." Edge gently pulled the shirt the boy was wearing to one side, and chose a decent spot between his neck and his shoulder. He stroked down his cheek with one finger, and then bent to bite him. Hard. Hard enough to draw blood. Immediately, he searched under the coffee-table with his foot, and brought out a white box about the size of a briefcase. He hooked it up to where they were, opening it, and searching for gauze and medical tape. They always had a medical kit nearby in this place. It wasn't hard to think of where to look, and he wasn't wrong. The gauze was rolled in a neat ball right beside the medical tape, in a corner of the box. There were also various other medical implements inside.
The bite was fairly large, and a clear mark of ownership, but Edge was taking special precautions to make sure this one wouldn't scar. He cleaned the wound with some sort of cool cream, and started bandaging it as quickly as he could. "This will serve as a mark until I can get my friend to tattoo you." he murmured, leaning over Donnie, and just... embracing him, holding him close.
Quite truthfully, Edge had... fallen for the boy. Whether or not it was love at first sight, or something completely different, he genuinely did want Donovan in the worst way and the best. It was... a bit unusual. Generally, Edge was the one doing the playing. He was the one that broke hearts. And now he felt like he was getting played, that some clever bastard was going to pop out of the walls and try and steal Donnie from him. Had he been in Lucain form, his hackles would have been high. Even though he wasn't, the feeling pulsing through him was one of extreme wariness.
He'd never falling quite so fast, quite so far, for someone he just met. Perhaps there was just something about the boy... but he wanted to protect him. Wanted to see him happy. This kind of thing just wasn't in the cards for Edge, usually, so that was most of the wary feeling.
Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he fished in the medical kit for a stethoscope, hanging it around his neck, while he adjusted his position again, winding up on Donnie's other side, the boy's head pillowed on his thigh. "Look at me, so eager to protect you that I didn't even ask you... are you okay?"
His touch was gentle as he smoothed back Donnie's hair, and did a quick check of the pulse at one wrist, turning it into a caress and a handhold. It was odd for him to legitimately care about... well... anyone but himself - but this, somehow, was different. "Are you alright, Donnie?"
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