"Who are you?" The man shakes with trepidation; the mask he was wearing previously to conceal his identity now lays on the cold concrete floor I was once laying on, close to death, until I was saved.
"Your worst nightmare."
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Aria, she's not your...
"You really are a meanie." I mumble under my breath. The water rushes out of the taps as my head sits in the sink. Gabriel insisted on washing my hair so I am now sitting on a small stool, wearing a silver robe and a sports bra with female boxers. Gabriel chuckles, his hands grabbing a shampoo bottle he brought over from the shower.
He puts a handful of the soap in the palm of his hand. Splitting it, he starts putting the substance into my honey locks. His fingers massage my scalp making me relax and smile at him. A quiet moan escapes me, Gabriel's hands freezing and I tense. I have never made that sound before and the blood rushes to my cheeks.
"Ugh... Can we not talk about that with the others please?" I say, my eyes opening and looking at him. His crystal blue eyes seem to have an emotion flowing through them, his lips slightly parted.
'Wait, why am I looking at his lips?'
"You got it trouble. But if you need to, don't hold back." He smirks at me, wiggling his eyebrows at me. My blush gets worse, I feel it travelling down my neck. His eyes seem to follow the blush and I clear my throat. Thrown out of his trance, he smile and continues massaging my scalp.
Holding back as much as possible, I close my eyes and smile at the movement of his fingers in my hair. He washes the soap out, his fingers still working their magic. He continues to wash my hair, a comfortable silence falling between us.
"All done trouble." Gabriel says quietly. I open my eyes and lift my head slowly, not wanting to be dizzy. He grabs a white towel and wraps it around my hair. I smile at him and lean my head against him, my eyes closed. "You okay?" He asks, his voice softer than usual. I nod against him.
"You work with magic I swear." I say, my voice almost a whisper. The massaging he did on my scalp has made me sleepy. His chuckles vibrate through him, making me giggle. He relaxes and his arms worm their way around me.
"No magic trouble. Just my hands." He says simply. He lifts me up, making me squeal in surprise. He laughs and places me on the side, my legs swinging off the edge. I swing them, making Gabriel look and smile wider, "You're so small." I stick my tongue out at him. He returns it with his own so I poke his nose. His eyes widen and I burst out laughing.
"Your, your face. Oh my lord." I say between laughs. I curl slightly, my hands wrapped around my stomach. Gabriel joins and opens a few cupboards, putting the things onto the side next to me. A brush is next to me along with a hair dryer.
"I'm going to leave your hair out. You only put a hair tie in when we decide to sleep. Understand trouble?" He looks me in the eyes when he says the question. I smile and do a small salute, making him laugh again. He mumbles something but I can't hear it over the blasting of the hair dryer. Removing the towel, he runs his hands roughly through my hair, moving the locks around to dry them.
"Meanie?" I ask. His chuckles can be heard after he turns the hairdryer off. He pulls the brush through my hair quickly the locks bouncing to their natural waves.
"Yes trouble?" He responds. I bite my lower lip, wanting to ask him the question but fearful of his reaction.
"Do you guys really want me around or do you just pity me?" I am met with silence, making me regret asking. I look down at my hands and hear shifting around me. A pair of hands grab my legs and turn me. A finger under my chin makes me look up slowly. Gabriel's crystal eyes look into my mismatching eyes. My breath hitches when I see the shadows in them, shadows similar to the ones I see at times in the mirror.
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