Soap with me?
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Thread Topic: Soap with me?
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Magnus went over to the fridge, grabbing a water bottle. He rested the cap on his lips, his frown getting worse. He already knew he couldn't fix Brandon, so it had to be the latter. But what was making him feel so attached? What was making him stay by Brandon's side? He stood there, shifting his weight onto the left side. It bothered him when he realized that he didn't seem to have a reason.
Brandon. Just thinking his name made Magnus feel weird. It wasn't a bad kind of weird, though. He sighed, shaking his head. It would be best to drop the subject and go see his friend. When he walked back in, his eyes locked on Brandon's now opened eyes. -
His head now raised from the table, Brandon glared down at the blood that was in spots on his palms and his nails. He would have gotten frightened about it, had footsteps not drawn his attention away and he looked over to see Magnus.
"I'm bleeding," he stated simply, staring back at his friend. It had become a second instinct for him to know that if he ever needed something, Magnus would be there to help him. No matter how silly it might seem for a broken nineteen year old to be completely dependant in his best friend, it was one o the few things Brandon knew would always be there. -
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(OHMYGOSH I FIND IT ADORABLE THAT BRANDON'LL DO THINGS LIKE THAT I'M A VERY MEAN PERSON)
Setting the water aside, he walked over to Brandon, checking out his palms. "Brandon, wait right here, and don't move." He jogged back into the kitchen, grabbing a few paper towels. Without a word, he put them in the sink, getting them all wet. He would have to find his medical kit again and wrap up Brandon's hands.
As he walked back into the dining room for the second time, he pushed the bottle across the table. His force made it go all the way to Brandon's hands. When Magnus had gotten seated, he said, "Hold out your hands for me." -
((IT IS SO CUTE THOUGH ;-;))
Brandon obediently waited patiently for Magnus' return, sitting still where he was with his hands palm-up on the table. Upon the bottle being slid to him, he stared at it until Magnus talked again. "Okay..." He murmured, moving to hold his hands out in front of his friend. -
(HE'S JUST CUTE ALL AROUND
I know this is going to sound cliche, but maybe Brandon could attempt suicide and Magnus flips and saves him and lets out his real feelings for Bran and then true love's kiss breaks Bran's nightmare spells? idk dark's weird)
He gently began to clean Brandon's hands off. Only one towel got soaked with blood, the other two didn't have nearly as much. When he had finished, he stood up again. "Please, drink some of that water for me. I'll be right back." Magnus left the room to start tracking down the first aid kit. -
((That. Would be. Freaking adorable ;-; Then Magnus really can fix Brandon and he doesn't even know it yeet))
Brandon stayed still while Magnus cleaned his hands, keeping his eyes on his palms as the blood was carefully wiped away. When Magnus asked him to drink the water, he looked over at the bottle and nodded, picking it up and twisting off the cap. He raised it to his lips, taking a slow, small sip of the water. -
(Yay for adorableness~ :'D)
Magnus went into the bathroom, kneeling down at the sink cupboards. He rummaged through the items until he found the first aid kit. He pulled it out, grabbing gauze and salve. It took him a few minutes to neatly place everything back and to hide the kit. -
After a few minutes, Brandon had only sipped a bit from the bottle and set it down. His appetite for anything wasn't too big anymore. Instead, he starting inspecting his hands, looking at all of the crescnt shapes that were there. He'd always known, in the back of his head, how much of a trouble he was. The awareness of this ached deeply in his chest whenever he thought about how he'd stolen his friend away from his life. It made him feel quilty, but he knew that he'd never be able to handle anything on his own.
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(quilty)
Magnus closed the cupboard doors, standing up. He walked back to the dining room. "Didn't that help a bit, Brandon?" He went over, sitting in the chair again. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Brandon hadn't drank enough water for it to make a difference. He held back a sigh and closed his eyes for a minute. Brandon's habits of not eating or drinking much was bad for his health. But it was alright, because he was still alive. Magnus opened his eyes and held out a hand. "Give me your left hand. -
(Oh yes he feels very quilty xD *guilty))
"Mhm," Brandon hummed, looking down at his lap wearily. As he held out the designated hand for Magnus, he sighed, keeping his eyes cast down. "Do you mind me being here?" He asked, clasping and unclasping his right hand. -
"No, I don't mind at all. I do enjoy the company." Magnus took Brandon's hand, rubbing a bit of salve onto his wounds. He took the gauze, wrapping it around his hand. "Why do you ask?" He didn't admit it, but the question surprised him.
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Brandon shrugged, watching Magnus wrap up his hand. "I don't know. So you're alright with staying home all day?" He held up his other hand, ready for Magnus to wrap that one up as well.
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"Yeah. I mean, I do have to leave to get food, and that's always fun, but other than that I'm fine with staying here." He smiled a bit, doing the same to Brandon's other hand. "Are you alright with staying home all day?"
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"I'm fine with it. I just wanted to know if you are." Once his other hand was wrapped up, Brandon set both of his hands on his lap and stared at them. "Thank you. I'm fine now."
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