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A sharp hiss left Coustas' lips when Tartah was cleaning the wound on his back.
''It burns..'' he mumbled, lowering his head with a pout. Despite always holding up a bold front, he had learned to let himself be vulnerable with Tartah troughout these years.
''No surprise there, it's a large cut.'' Tartah removed his antlered brimmed hat so he could properly take a closer peek, his thumb carefully caressing his partner's back, right next to the wound. With raised brows, the Healing Witch leaned over Coustas' shoulder to poke his cheek, his tone somewhat annoyed. ''You've really outdone yourself this time, huh..? How many times have I told you to be more careful?''
Coustas whined, though it was obvious he was just being dramatic for fun, especially considering the grin he didn't even bother to cover up. ''My bad. Hey— Why are ya even scolding me? There's no need to worry about a lil' scratch like this when I've got world's best healer by my side~''
Tartah rolled his eyes at Coustas' cooing, not being able to resist the smile that grew on his face. ''Yeah, yeah. How charming.'' Pulling out the neccesary tools from his pouch, Tartah quickly got to work, carefully leaning his forearms against the injured witch's back for support. Coustas always enjoyed these healing processes. Troughout their years traveling together, he saw Tartah only getting better and better at it. Those magical healing tools he invented all by himself.. Coustas had no idea how one would even come up with something as advanced as that. Nor would the average witch even dare to create highly forbidden items like that. He supposed his partner was just some kind of genius.
When Coustas could no longer feel Tartah leaning against him, he curiously turned his head to give the other a look. ''Done healing already?''
''You sound disappointed.'' Tartah was busy cleaning his tools, safely putting them away.
''Little bit. You were all nice and close to me.'' He shrugged. ''You're warm. 'S kinda nice.''
That caused Tartah to give the other a look, as if he had said something ridiculous. ''You do realize you can just ask me when you want to cuddle, right? No need to get yourself hurt as an excuse.''
''What? It's not like I got myself hurt t—'' the sentence got cut off when Tartah made his way up to Coustas to give him a small peck on the lips, his freckled arms now embracing his partner.
''There. This is what you wanted, right?'' That knowing smile on Tartah's face.. Coustas grew embarrassed, looking away. Yet instinctively, he was leaning into his boyfriend's touch at the same time.
''Nnno— I didn't— Yes ya got me all figured out.'' Cursed truth spell ... Coustas could feel his cheeks flush red when Tartah burst out into a fit of laughter.