draco_thegreat (draco_thegreat) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-05-08 08:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, draco malfoy, zuko |
Who: Zuko and Draco Malfoy
What: Dealing with family drama
When: Directly after this
Where: Hospital
Rating: Low - brief mentions of violence
Status: Complete
Zuko wasn't sure he'd ever held onto someone with as much strength as he was clinging to Draco right now. Tonight had been bad, and Zuko hadn't even really been there for most of it. Not really the fighting part - just the aftermath. Clearly, it had been enough to set him on edge.
They sat, backs against the outer wall of the hospital. Zuko was a mess -- covered in now-dried blood that was none of his, golden eyes oddly dull. "I'm sorry," he told Draco. He didn't even know why.
Draco held on to Zuko with just as much strength, having him in his arms was more reassuring than anything else. His heart had stopped for a moment when Zuko had mentioned hospital and Draco was only now breathing normally.
"Ssshh" Draco said softly, "No sorry's" he pressed a kiss on Zukos head, arms still tight around him.
“But I am,” It was very important to him that he made that clear to Draco. He’d repeat it more, no doubt. He turned a bit, pressing himself closer to the blond, forehead resting against the curve of Draco’s neck. He didn’t know what to say beyond that he was sorry, honestly.
Realising that Zuko was in shock Draco nodded slightly, "Okay, I get it. Don't worry about it" he said, fingertips softly moving against his husbands clothes. "Do you want to tell me what happened?" he asked carefully, not putting any pressure into the words.
At this point, Zuko had mostly pieced together the whole story, even if he didn’t quite understand it. He didn’t see the need to give every last detail right now, because -- well -- it just didn’t seem to matter. “Ty Lee texted me for help. Azula fought with someone. She lost.”
He turned away a little, pressing his back harder into the cement and brick wall and glancing at his hands. “I had to go back. For her hand.” His story was bad bits and pieces, but he couldn’t seem to make the one he knew in his mind connect together verbally.
Draco listened and understood enough to know it wasn’t that simple but for now it was all he needed to know. “Oh god babe” Draco whispered, pulling Zuko back closer to him and rubbing his arm in a comforting attempt offering whatever strength he could to Zuko.
It was probably weird, but Zuko laughed a little bit about it. “My family? Fucked.” Zuko never seemed to find problems like these without the help of his family, after all. The boy, by himself, was more prone to sitting in libraries and browsing record shops and sleeping in late next to his blond husband on Saturday mornings. Like people his age were meant to be doing. Only when his relations were introduced did Zuko find himself burned, disfigured, and finding detached extremities in alleyways.
Draco couldn’t really argue with that, they did seem to attract trouble and his poor husband was caught in the middle. “They keep pulling you into these messes and I’m gonna have to have words” he said, not really joking. Family was family he understood that but Zuko was Draco’s family now and he was damned if he was going to let anybody hurt him. He was too important, too essential to Draco’s own existence now.
Zuko laughed at that too, even though it was clear Draco was at least a bit serious. He detached himself from his husband for long enough to stand up, pushing himself against the wall to manage it in one smooth movement. “Yeah,” he said, and then paused, thinking. “I am really sorry. I think I made a mess of your car.”
As Zuko stood Draco followed, “Don’t worry about the car, I’ll get it sorted” he said easily, “Most important thing is that you’re okay”
Zuko only shrugged at that. “I’m fine.” Probably he didn’t even realize it was a lie. He reached out for Draco’s hand. “I don’t know what I should be doing.”
Luckily Draco realised it was a lie and determined that he would take over for now, “Let’s go get you cleaned up” he said taking Zuko’s hand in his, “Then see what the doctors can tell us about Azula”
“Okay.” It was all Zuko could think to say, so he let himself be lead back into the hospital. With any luck, they’d be able to at least take care of washing up part.
He led his husband into the bathroom and was glad when it was empty. Taking him over to the sink area Draco grabbed some of the hand towels and wet them under the hot water tap making sure they were warm and soft before gently taking one of Zuko’s hands in his and washing it.
Zuko just watched Draco work with a straight face and a disturbing air of silence for a moment. Once one hand was cleaned, he offered his other over without prompting. The water helped a bit. Seeing his hands unstained was even better. Odd how he hadn’t thought to wash them earlier.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and then reopened them. “That’s better,” he said after a moment. And it was and wasn’t at the same time, but at least he’d thought of something to say and hadn’t struggled for it.
“Good” Draco nodded, before getting some more clean towels and wiping over Zuko’s face tenderly, there were no marks there he just thought it might help. He then removed his zip up hoody and after stripping Zuko’s shirt from him placed it on his husband and zipped it up. Placing a quick kiss on Zuko’s forehead, he looked at Zuko lovingly.
Zuko fidgeted with the zipper of the hoodie for a moment before glancing up and giving Draco a grateful sort of smile in return. He honestly wasn’t sure what he’d do without this man; how his life might have gone had they never met. It was such a sappy thought, it was nearly distracting. Which was maybe a good thing, because at least it meant he could consider other things now. “I am never leaving the apartment again,” he said, nearly resolute.
Draco nodded, “I can get behind that idea” he replied, taking Zuko in his arms once again holding him loosely around the waist, “It’d save me putting a permanent tracker on you” Because, let’s face it after this Draco was going to be a nightmare about knowing where Zuko is at all times.
Seriously. They might need some sort of phone GPS action. Or maybe just a little safety alert collar for the Japanese boy. no trip outside was safe. Except maybe to the library. Maybe.
He shook his head, and smiled again, nearly feeling like a real person again. It was amazing what a little soap, water and husband could do for a body. He settled his chin on Draco’s shoulder for a moment, and let out a little sigh.
Now an alert collar was a great idea, that would definitely keep Draco happy and Zuko safe. Draco was already running through possible spells in his head which may be able to tell him when Zuko was in danger...
Draco was glad to see that little smile again. The situation was far from over but at least together it would be easier to face and, hopefully, sort out. He left his lips against Zukos head brushing against his hair.
Plus it had the advantages of being kind of hot. Nothing says ‘totally owned, do not mess with’ like a collar. Or something. His lips touched Draco’s cheek for a moment, a chaste half-kiss of sorts and then he leaned back. “We’d better deal with this.” He just wanted to go home and sit in the dark, honestly.
Oh it was definitely hot, but it was a rather inappropriate thought to have right now so Draco was trying his hardest not to conjure up those sort of images. Trying being the operative word.
Draco nodded, “We’ll sort everything out” he reassured Zuko kissing him gently and briefly before wrapping an arm around his waist as they left the bathroom.