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CHARACTERS: BLAINE and XING
WHAT: DOIN' A BIT 'O HEALIN'; Character Exploration
WARNINGS: It's BLAINE.
Blaine hated the summer. It was hot, humid, he was sweating like a dog, and yet he couldn't bring himself to dress down for work. It was good for him in case of a surprise, but he despised the sticky feeling. Walking from one of the undercover businesses in a semi-suburban home, he eyed the children playing next to his very expensive, very white and clean, two-door speedster. The older kids were eying the car, and the younger were riding up and down the drive-way on bikes. The house was on a busy road that was less than a mile from the city line, where suddenly homes turned into multi-rise condos that most people lived in now.
The blonde ran his hair back from his face and contemplated getting it cut short again when he heard a crash and cringed in pain at the noise. Please don't let that have been my car. The silence only seemed to confirm it until he heard a wail. He crossed the space quickly and saw the tangle of limbs and bikes that was thankfully far away from his car. The little boy cried loudly and the girl sniffed but managed to hold it in only because she was a few years older.
"Hey, now. Big boys don't cry. Come on," Blaine leaned over to move the bikes, helping to untangle skinny arms and legs from the metal frames. The boy stayed seated, tears streaming down his face and the girl got up, brushing herself off and picking at a new scrape on her knee. Blaine smiled and held up a hand. "It's just a little scrape. Here," and he flexed his fingers in three quick motions and twirled a finger, drawing water out of the humid air. The girl took a step back, wary of the slowly spinning ball of water.
"Don't be scared. It'll heal you right up," and he gestured her towards him. She hesitated, but eventually curiosity won out and she stepped closer. He reached forward, letting the water cover the scrape and spread out. The girl jumped, but he'd grabbed her by the back of her knee to prevent her from running too soon. It always hurt a little when he healed, but it was nothing compared to the original pain, even if the skin was knitting itself back together.
The boy had stopped crying and was staring in awe as Blaine flicked the dingy water from his fingers into the grass. He gave another smile, warm and friendly. "See? All better. Wipe your face and I'll do a little magic on you," he teased lightly, making a circle with his finger int he air.
WHAT: DOIN' A BIT 'O HEALIN'; Character Exploration
WARNINGS: It's BLAINE.
Blaine hated the summer. It was hot, humid, he was sweating like a dog, and yet he couldn't bring himself to dress down for work. It was good for him in case of a surprise, but he despised the sticky feeling. Walking from one of the undercover businesses in a semi-suburban home, he eyed the children playing next to his very expensive, very white and clean, two-door speedster. The older kids were eying the car, and the younger were riding up and down the drive-way on bikes. The house was on a busy road that was less than a mile from the city line, where suddenly homes turned into multi-rise condos that most people lived in now.
The blonde ran his hair back from his face and contemplated getting it cut short again when he heard a crash and cringed in pain at the noise. Please don't let that have been my car. The silence only seemed to confirm it until he heard a wail. He crossed the space quickly and saw the tangle of limbs and bikes that was thankfully far away from his car. The little boy cried loudly and the girl sniffed but managed to hold it in only because she was a few years older.
"Hey, now. Big boys don't cry. Come on," Blaine leaned over to move the bikes, helping to untangle skinny arms and legs from the metal frames. The boy stayed seated, tears streaming down his face and the girl got up, brushing herself off and picking at a new scrape on her knee. Blaine smiled and held up a hand. "It's just a little scrape. Here," and he flexed his fingers in three quick motions and twirled a finger, drawing water out of the humid air. The girl took a step back, wary of the slowly spinning ball of water.
"Don't be scared. It'll heal you right up," and he gestured her towards him. She hesitated, but eventually curiosity won out and she stepped closer. He reached forward, letting the water cover the scrape and spread out. The girl jumped, but he'd grabbed her by the back of her knee to prevent her from running too soon. It always hurt a little when he healed, but it was nothing compared to the original pain, even if the skin was knitting itself back together.
The boy had stopped crying and was staring in awe as Blaine flicked the dingy water from his fingers into the grass. He gave another smile, warm and friendly. "See? All better. Wipe your face and I'll do a little magic on you," he teased lightly, making a circle with his finger int he air.