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Getting a stubborn person to admit they needed help was difficult, getting a stubborn demon to accept help was much worse.
After practically dragging Jan inside, and getting him to begrudgingly accept the fact that, no, he cannot bandage a wound on his back by himself, Jacob had finally got him to lay down for awhile. It was promised to only be a half hour but without a clock he didn’t know it had been almost two hours now (he very much did but he was tired).
Jacob had been working on a few things during the time, mainly reassuring his sparring partner Wolfe that he’d be perfectly fine and if he was permanently injured by something like that he’d be dead by now (which didn’t seem to help, somehow). Currently, they were changing the bandages keeping the gauze in place.
They cleaned the wound a bit more, careful to not get any of the blood on their hands. It was done fairly quickly but it would’ve been done significantly faster if there weren’t wings in their way.
He did eventually make them vanish but very pointedly complained about it, lightly hitting Jacob with his tail when they got close enough. They quickly batted it away with their wings.
Jacob was going to go back to whatever they were doing before this, probably just napping and cuddling upstairs with Wolfe before the timer went off, but they didn’t feel tired anymore. Plus, now they had an excuse to do one of their favorite things.
Tracing over Jan’s scars was one of the things they couldn’t do very often, a majority of them were usually covered by clothing, but they would do it whenever they got the chance. They could trace the pattern easily, probably sketch them to scale if given the chance.
There weren’t as many on his back, but they lightly ran their fingers around the rough edges of them, making sure to avoid the most recent injury. Two long scars that ran around most of his torso were traced many times, though they’d circle around the smaller scratches occasionally. It was calming, for the both of them, and was more intimate than either of them usually cared to be.
Jacob was planning to stop, but after Jan shifted to get more comfortable they decided to take advantage of the fact that he likely wasn’t going to be willing to move for a bit.
Feather-light kisses were placed where they had been tracing, for the most part at least. They couldn’t reach the other side of the bed without walking or practically climbing over so those were left alone. After Jacob had kissed all the old wounds that carried more stories than Jacob could imagine twice, he weakly shooed them away.
“You're smothering me,” Jan complained, quickly making his wings re-appear to force them to take a few steps back. He slowly stood up from the bed, careful to swipe his tail where he was planning to stand to make sure nothing was in the way. After finally standing, he stretched a bit before continuing to complain. “Moonlight, I can literally taste your sadness.”
Jacob frowned at him, which they quickly regretted as he had no way of knowing what they were doing at the moment. Quickly closing the space that his wings had made, they placed two more gentle kisses on his now closed eyes. There weren’t any physical scars there, but it was an injury that carried a deeper scar than the other ones.
“I know, I just…” they trailed off. He knew why, he could probably feel their sadness radiating around them every time he wasn’t using his glasses or they mildly inconvenienced him, but it was hard not to.
“Angel I’m fine, it was-“
“As much your fault as mine,” they quoted, knowing his usual spiel from whenever this got brought up. “I just wish I could help more.”
“Fine then, go get me my glasses then and actually take in the words im telling you,” he said, harsh but it was playful enough that Jacob jeered back a bit. The two fake-argued before finally going to get some food.
Though, they did sneak another two quick kisses on what remained of his horns before doing so. He shooed them away again, but they could see a faint smile there.
They should really do this more often.