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The poet yelped awake as the thunder rolled outside, hugging the musician closer to him as the two, Phantom and Woodrow, cuddled against each other. "Mon poéte... Whatever is the matter?"
"My apologies, my dearest.. I've never felt so terrified of such a storm before.." Woodrow replied. The warden's voice was breathless, shaken as he stared at the window. Phantom's strong, attentive arms slowly brung the poet closer to him, a soft kiss placed on his cheek.
"Très chère.. You're trembling... Je suis là, don't you worry..." The musician stroked the terrified poet's back, being extra careful not to cut his bandages with his claws. Speaking of which, they really needed to be changed out..
"Tell you what, Mon plus cher poète, would changing your bandages help you feel less.. stressed?"
"I think so... They do need changing, I can feel the dried blood stains."
Quickly, the musician swooped over Woodrow, grabbing materials to change out his bandages for fresh, new ones. As he took the bandages off, he stared at the warden's scarred back. They were still fresh. Whilst not gushing with blood anymore, they still bled, the fur around them stained. Taking some cleaning fluid for the poet's scars, the Phantom carefully, gently, dabbed it around them, whispering sweet nothings to the poet as Woodrow winced from the stinging.
"Mon poéte, your scars are healing quickly...!" The musician spoke, gently wrapping the new bandages around Woodrow's chest. The musician pressed gentle, soft kisses on the warden's bandages, practically blessing him as he hoped for his lover to heal completely.
"Tom..." Woodrow chuckled softly. His voice was heavenly to Phantom, making the spectral giggle himself. The musician's lips traveled to the warden's, giving him a quick, loving kiss before cuddling closer to the warden.
"Tristan... Tu es une personne si merveilleuse à avoir dans ma vie..." The musician whispered, kisses planted on the poet's neck. Woodrow would quietly groan in response to the kissing, not in an annoyed manner, of course.
"My dearest, lovely Songbird... How I never wish to rid of you.." Woodrow replied, before the two men continued with a dance of admiration and true love to each other, kisses planted everywhere on both men by each other.