٭ 𝐩 𝔬𝔦𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝐟 ˡᵒʷᵉʳ—

an innocent， young throat-cutter.

arms immediately release sweet treats in favor of reaching forth, arms wrapping around unsteady frame to hold him upright. corners of brows knot together in worry. “you’re more than just tired, aren’t you ?”

“sorry—— you still look great. even while tired.” body slack, follows as hands pulled him towards couch, a few pieces of wrapped chocolate slipping from his full arms.

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𓄧⠀ ⠀ 𓌹⠀ ⠀ ɧ𝑢͟𝑛𝑔𝑒᥅⠀ ⠀ ʄɛɛ𝑙𝑖𝑛𝄒⠀ ⠀ 𓍼 ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑐𝑙͟𝑎ῳì𝑛𝄒⠀ ⠀ ꪖ𝑡⠀ ⠀ 𝑚ყ⠀ ⠀ 𝑒ɖ𝔤𝑒͟𝑠⠀ ⠀ ִֶָ.♱ ⠀ ⠀

smiling, a small kiss was given on his cheek while his thumb caressed the skin of his hand. “ let's go and rest together. please? ”

brow arches upwards curiously at the sight of a somewhat dulled, weakened state of other. hold around sweets loosens ever so slightly. “hi. you look . . . tired.”

just as instructed, knuckles rap against door thrice; no more, no less. arms full of sweets and treats for a recovering witch.

light nibbles given on his skin, grip tightening. slowly, a hand would slide upward. palm resting on madea's hand, preventing him from doing anything.