[ heine wants to point out that having a knife in him isn't even close to the worst way he's ever gone out, but then daan is pulling the blade out and heine can't hold back the choked-off noise of pain or the way his hand tightens on daan's shoulder.
don't bother, he should say, but daan's already working, glowing shapes swimming in the air around them as his hands press to heine's stomach. he's no stranger to the sensation of flesh knitting back together, but between his own healing and daan's power it happens so quickly that for a split second heine feels like himself again, at full power, his body healing almost before he realizes it's injured.
when it's done, heine exhales sharply, momentarily woozy before he shakes it off and straightens up. he looks at daan—
—and is surprised by the immediate rush of affection he feels for the other man. ]
Now who's the idiot. [ but the nagging comes out with less of an edge than it should. heine leaves one hand where it is, ostensibly to steady himself, and brings the other down to prod gently at the still-tender place where the knife went through his skin. ] I can't die, remember?
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don't bother, he should say, but daan's already working, glowing shapes swimming in the air around them as his hands press to heine's stomach. he's no stranger to the sensation of flesh knitting back together, but between his own healing and daan's power it happens so quickly that for a split second heine feels like himself again, at full power, his body healing almost before he realizes it's injured.
when it's done, heine exhales sharply, momentarily woozy before he shakes it off and straightens up. he looks at daan—
—and is surprised by the immediate rush of affection he feels for the other man. ]
Now who's the idiot. [ but the nagging comes out with less of an edge than it should. heine leaves one hand where it is, ostensibly to steady himself, and brings the other down to prod gently at the still-tender place where the knife went through his skin. ] I can't die, remember?