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lady_mabIT'S BEEN TOO LONG SINCE I'VE WRITTEN because i'm supposed to be prepping for gencon but I needed to write something so Muna threw me two prompts and I found out how bad i am at flipping physical coins and here we are with the winner: Blue J taking care of Benjamin's hands after they got cut on glass.
Mild spoilers for the EXTREME VERY END of 34. A little warning for the canon level of injury to Benjamin's hands. Nothing bad, but just in case.
The bandages are practically soaked through by the time that Blue J notices.
"You're bleeding," they whisper, voice barely audible over the chaos of the courtyard.
"It's fine," Benjamin says, because if he doesn't, then he'll start to think about how much it actually really hurts. He clutches to his staff with trembling hands, and its only sheer force of will (and a little bit of awe at standing in Fantasmo's presence) that keeps him holding on to it.
"Let me see them."
"Blue, it's fine. Really."
They don't listen, but honestly, Benjamin didn't expect them to. The others--Red Jack, Fantasmo, Lem--have it under control for the moment.
Benjamin surrenders his hands over to Blue J's attention.
They tuck his staff between the crook of one elbow and their shoulder, and gently calloused fingers run down the inside of his wrists. "Let me see them," they repeat, and this time, Benjamin doesn't argue.
He winces a bit as Blue J guides his fingers open, bites the inside of his cheek as they unwrap the makeshift dressing from around his palm.
Blue J studies them with all the serious of a kid who has had to grow up too fast, and Benjamin watches their face instead of his own hands. Its easier, anyway. "What happened?"
"Glass. I... Ohhhh Mom's gonna be so pissed that I broke the window..."
A laugh huffs out of Blue J as they reach into a pouch at their side. "If we get out of this, I'm sure she'll just smother you with kisses. You'll be a big damn hero."
"We'll be," Benjamin corrects without a thought.
They smile softly, almost embarrassed, but delighted to be included. Their fingers smooth a bit of springy moss over the cuts on Benjamin's palm. "I'm sorry I don't have anything better to treat this with."
"It's more than enough."
"It's barely enough. It won't get infected, though." They pull a roll of bandages out and begin to re-wrap his hands with the utmost care.
Once they're done, Benjamin catches Blue J under the chin with the tips of his fingers.
They turn their eyes to him, and he leans in to press a quick kiss to their lips. "We'll be alright. And then you can scold me for my hands after, and my mom will give us both a million kisses and cry over us and we'll be heroes."
Blue J looks like they want to say something, worry and concern and doubt on the lines of their face, exhaustion and a familiar weight of tiredness.
So Benjamin kisses them again, swift and soft, before taking back his staff. "I got that prophecy thing, remember? I'm totally right."
"That's not how it works and you know it," they say, but their tone is lighter, and the clouds gone from their expression, so Benjamin accepts it as a victory either way.
Mild spoilers for the EXTREME VERY END of 34. A little warning for the canon level of injury to Benjamin's hands. Nothing bad, but just in case.
The bandages are practically soaked through by the time that Blue J notices.
"You're bleeding," they whisper, voice barely audible over the chaos of the courtyard.
"It's fine," Benjamin says, because if he doesn't, then he'll start to think about how much it actually really hurts. He clutches to his staff with trembling hands, and its only sheer force of will (and a little bit of awe at standing in Fantasmo's presence) that keeps him holding on to it.
"Let me see them."
"Blue, it's fine. Really."
They don't listen, but honestly, Benjamin didn't expect them to. The others--Red Jack, Fantasmo, Lem--have it under control for the moment.
Benjamin surrenders his hands over to Blue J's attention.
They tuck his staff between the crook of one elbow and their shoulder, and gently calloused fingers run down the inside of his wrists. "Let me see them," they repeat, and this time, Benjamin doesn't argue.
He winces a bit as Blue J guides his fingers open, bites the inside of his cheek as they unwrap the makeshift dressing from around his palm.
Blue J studies them with all the serious of a kid who has had to grow up too fast, and Benjamin watches their face instead of his own hands. Its easier, anyway. "What happened?"
"Glass. I... Ohhhh Mom's gonna be so pissed that I broke the window..."
A laugh huffs out of Blue J as they reach into a pouch at their side. "If we get out of this, I'm sure she'll just smother you with kisses. You'll be a big damn hero."
"We'll be," Benjamin corrects without a thought.
They smile softly, almost embarrassed, but delighted to be included. Their fingers smooth a bit of springy moss over the cuts on Benjamin's palm. "I'm sorry I don't have anything better to treat this with."
"It's more than enough."
"It's barely enough. It won't get infected, though." They pull a roll of bandages out and begin to re-wrap his hands with the utmost care.
Once they're done, Benjamin catches Blue J under the chin with the tips of his fingers.
They turn their eyes to him, and he leans in to press a quick kiss to their lips. "We'll be alright. And then you can scold me for my hands after, and my mom will give us both a million kisses and cry over us and we'll be heroes."
Blue J looks like they want to say something, worry and concern and doubt on the lines of their face, exhaustion and a familiar weight of tiredness.
So Benjamin kisses them again, swift and soft, before taking back his staff. "I got that prophecy thing, remember? I'm totally right."
"That's not how it works and you know it," they say, but their tone is lighter, and the clouds gone from their expression, so Benjamin accepts it as a victory either way.
