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Tamsy liked it when you got sick. It wasn’t a common occurrence, but when it did happen, it brought him nothing but endless entertainment. Currently, you decided to hole up in his room. You claimed that you needed to be near his healing presence, but in reality you were just a needy little thing. Which was fine by him. He adored this side of you that emerged when you’d fallen ill. Despite the aches and pains that shook your body, the pounding in your head, and absolute exhaustion. You still found the power to tame him, of all people, into submission (not that he minded).
However, that submission sometimes left him in situations like the current one:
“Beloved, you need to unhand me.” He attempted to pull from your grasp, but you yanked him back down.
“I’m dyin’, angel.” You groaned from beneath the covers.
He chuckled, “Yes, because you’re sick and need something in your system.”
Your fists weakly curled around his sleeve, tugging him again. “Just get someone else to do it.”
He sighed. “Why would I bother anyone else when I could whip something up myself?”
You pulled harder. “But I don’t want to be alone. What if I die, angel?”
Finally, he relented, settling beside you. “Then I’ll just have to make sure that doesn’t happen, hm?”
It didn’t take long for the sickness to knock you unconscious. Quitelty, he slipped away from you to finally make you something light to eat. Thankfully, the more nosy bunch of Cleaners (see: Enjin and Riyo) were gone on missions, so he had the kitchen to himself.
Finally, time to let his hair down, both figuratively and literally.
Usually, you were a bit more cautious than this, but to openly walk into the lion’s den at your weakest was both lame and intriguing. On one hand, he loved listening to whatever secrets would slip through your lips during your vulnerable state of mind, but on the other hand…he’s annoyed. Surely you saw him as more of a threat. Sure the two of you were dating, but—
Oh. Right. The two of you were dating (had been for a while), how did he forget that? Maybe because it felt natur—
ACTUALLY, he didn’t want to delve further into that. It didn’t really matter. The two of you were something, and that kept annoying pests (see: Enjin) away from you. It also gave him a solid enough alibi, so fuck it, it all works out.
Despite the fact that you were very well becoming something that could ruin him.
And he was ever curious to see just how that might come to fruition.
Returning with food in hand had you waking up almost immediately. You groaned softly, eyes squinting in the sunlight that had decided to attack you personally. He sat the food on the side table before leaning over you, hair draping over you like a canopy.
“…I’m really dead this time…I’m actually seein’ angels.” That got him to openly laugh. “Oohh…the angels are laughing at me—they hate me!”
He laughed again, helping you sit up. “Quite the opposite, actually.”
“Really?”
He pressed a kiss to your burning forehead. “Of course.”
“I’d never lie to you, beloved.”