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“Oh shit. I’m in love.”
It hadn’t taken long for Fig to get close to the Bad Kids, despite being, by her own admission, emotionally closed off, there’s something about almost dying with people (actually dying in the case of two of them) that breaks down some of those walls.
Still, while they were definitely friends that didn’t mean she wasn’t surprised when one of them turned up outside of her dad’s apartment.
In fact, when FIg had been woken up from her sleep by measured, professional sounding, knocking and had rolled over to check the time on her crystal, finding it well after midnight, she really hadn’t known what she was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t a terrified, shaking Adaine clutching a bag in her hands, her dark baggy eyes not meeting her Fig’s.
“Adai-”
“Can I say here?” Adaine rushed, cutting Fig off.
“Just for tonight I mean, I- I understand if not, I know it’s a lot to ask but-”
“Adaine.” This time it was Fig’s turn to cut in, taking a half step towards the other girl, stopping when she flinched, before slowly bringing her hands to Adaine’s arms, leaving her plenty of opportunity to pull away, but she didn’t.
“Breathe,” Fig said, brushing off the slight jolt of electricity which came from the contact, Adaine did as she was told, her shoulders sagging slightly as she relaxed, if only a bit.
“Of course you can stay,” standing back, Fig kept one hand on Adaine’s shoulder, and led her into the shabby apartment, sitting her down at an overly large table which dominated the kitchen area, before starting to make tea; stifling a yawn as she put the two mugs down and slid into a chair next to Adaine who was still gripping her bag and who immediately leapt into a rambling apology.
“I’m really sorry, I know i shouldn’t have come so late, I really didn’t want to wake you up I-”
“Adaine,” Fig cut in again, reaching out to take Adaine’s hands, or as best she could with them occupied with nervously with her bag, she made eye contact and ignored the twinge inside when Adaine’s brilliantly blue eyes met hers, “It’s Ok. I’m not angry, I’m just worried- and that’s alright, you don’t need to apologise for people worrying about you ok?”
Adaine nodded wordlessly.
“What happened?”
“Just my parents,” Adaine shrugged and Fig didn’t want to push the issue, “I kinda just grabbed stuff and left. I didn’t think about where I was going until later.”
Fig nodded awkwardly and pulled her hands away from Adaine’s, gesturing for her to drink the tea. Keeping one hand on the bag, Adaine reached forwards and began sipping the hot drink.
“You can stay here as long as you need”
“Really?” Adaine’s expression was tired, like she was just now allowing herself to feel the full extent of her exhaustion.
“Yeah, of course.”
“Gilear won’t mind?”
“No, ‘sides, he’s at work at the moment.”
They finished their drinks in silence, Fig watching Adaine closely, studying her stiff, awkward movements and darting eyes. She was clearly hiding how badly she was doing but pressing her now wouldn’t help, they could talk more in the morning.
“You need some sleep,” Fig stated as Adaine finished her tea, the wizard nodded and stood, straight backed and rigid,stepping towards the old, misshapen sofa.
“Adaine, no.” Fig said, somewhat exasperatedly, grabbing her shoulder and turning her away, towards the door to her room.
“You should probably avoid touching that thing nevermind sleeping on it.”
“But-”
“You can sleep in my bed, it’s big enough for two people… if you’re, y’know comfortable with it?”
“Are you?”
“Of course,” Fig grinned at her friend’s sincerity, “I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t, so are you coming?”
Adaine nodded and let herself be dragged along into Fig’s room.
“I’ll leave so you can get changed.”
“I errm, I don’t have anything to change into?”
“No?”
Adaine shook her head.
“So what’s in the bag?”
Sheepishly, Adaine put the bag down on the messy floor with a definite thud and undid the clasp, revealing a collection of heavy looking tomes with faded, foreign looking titles.
“So when you left you grabbed some really big books?” FIg stared at Adaine incredulously.
“Yeah,” Adaine shrugged, “I figured we might need some of this stuff: what with everything going on.”
Fig was torn between charmed and heartbroken by Adaine’s selflessness.
“Well you can’t sleep in a blazer,” Grinned FIg, going over to a badly disorganised drawer and began digging through it.
“Sorry about the mess, I don’t really do tidy,” she called over her shoulder as she shifted a pile of partially crumpled up sheet music to get to another drawer.
“No, I like it… it’s… it feels like you, it’s nice.” FIg ignored the slight prickle at the tip of her ears as she pulled out an oversized band t-shirt and a pair of boxer briefs which she tossed to Adaine.
“They should fit, I’ll, uh, I’ll give you some privacy.”
When Fig came back into her room a few moments later she stopped dead in her tracks for a second, taking in the sight.
It was rare to see Adaine in anything other than her pristine faux-uniform, Fig had seen her without the blazer a few times, but this was completely different.
Something about the mis sized clothes made Adaine seem adorable, the fact that it was Fig’s clothes made the look hit even harder.
Due to being a bit taller than Fig, the tee only came down to her upper thighs, which would’ve made Fig blush by itself, but because of her more slender build, the shirt hung off one shoulder.
Shaking away those thoughts FIg grinned.
“Looking good.”
“Shut up!” Adaine smiled, big and genuinely; she seemed a lot more relaxed, still stiff and in painfully good posture, but her expression at least.
Had Fig not been so distracted she might have noticed the slight flush that appeared on her friend’s cheek at her words.
“So, um, what side of the bed do you want?”
“Oh, err I don’t mind.”
Fig ended up having Adaine on her left, closer to the window.
For a while they were silent, neither sure if they should talk, Fig was beginning to regret offering her bed, everytime she looked over at Adaine she found herself blushing and looking away, until she noticed Adaine shivering.
“Cold?”
“Hmmm? Oh, a bit.”
Fig held up the sheet.
“C’mon,” Adaine shot her a quizzical look, or at least that’s what Fig assumed, given the low light it was difficult to tell.
“I run hot,” she explained in response to the unanswered question.
After a moment's hesitation Adaine shuffled over and huddled into Fig’s side. Letting the sheet fall, Fig felt how cold Adaine was, even through the layers of clothes, she supposed she hadn’t noticed earlier because of worry distracting her, she wondered just how long Adaine had been wandering around the cold streets.
Wrapping her arms around Adaine’s curled up body, Fig pulled her close.
“Thanks,” Adaine mumbled, her body finally relaxing, accepting Fig’s warmth, “f’verything,”
“I’m happy to do it,” whispered Fig.
It didn’t take long for Adaine to slip into slumber, soft snores filling the room.
It took Fig a bit longer to fall unconscious, her mind racing both with questions and concerns over Adaine, as well as the more selfish thoughts of how good her hair smelled.
When she awoke, Fig was unsure whether the events of last night, or rather earlier that morning, were real or a dream. Cliche i know but in her defense it was a lot to process.
But instantly she realised that it had happened, as evidenced by the comforting weight on the mattress beside her.
Opening her eyes, Fig found that their positions hadn’t changed much, Adaine had pulled away slightly but not enough to untangle from her, just enough that they were facing each other.
Fig’s mind short circuited as soon as she became fully aware, Adaine’s sleeping face was completely entrancing, a beam of sunlight from the window had illuminated her messy blonde hair, making it shine like a radiant halo, and instead of the customary worry and concern, her friend’s face was relaxed, peaceful.
Fig watched her nostrils expand and contract ever so slightly, studied each eyelid and committed the curve of her jaw to memory.
Without thinking, Fig reached out and cupped Adaine’s face, running her thumb over her soft cheek.
Pale blue eyes fluttered open sleepily and Fig froze for a moment before moving to pull away.
“Sorry, I didn’t me-” before she could finish, she was cut off by Adaine gently grabbing her hand before it left her cheek and leaning into the touch.
“‘S ‘k” She smiled in a scratchy voice.
Oh shit. I’m in love.