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Some moments in which you are a healer/comfort witch and you, well, comfort/heal them:
Deuce Spade: On the day of exams, you would give him tea infused with cinnamon, orange, and a dash of lemon and honey. He's been trying hard to achieve higher grades and, at best effort, not meeting his goals. You could see him lose motivation. You told him a fresh cup of tea and a good sleep will help. A week later, he ran to you with a smile. He got a higher score, much higher than before. It was great to see him shining.
Ace Trappola: He hides it, but the echoes of his gasps wakes you at night. He doesn't speak of the nightmares he has of almost getting stabbed by rose bushes or his head cut off. But you see the way he touches his throat the morning after, though unconsciously at times. You make a tea with cinnamon, milk, and some ashwaganda root with a touch of honey. You both share it on nights when he stays over. He looks refreshed and his teasing self more often now.
Rollo Flamme: After the hurt he had caused, you should have felt anger and even disappointment. You thought you had met someone who understood you and felt empathy for your situation…but you couldn't stay mad. Not when his aura spoke of grief now that he let his true colors show.
On the night of the ball, after confiding in Malleus for help in acquiring some threads and fabric, you spent countless hours sewing. Rollo was shocked to receive a handkerchief from you, one so intricately made. It was a peace offering and a sign of friendship. It wouldn't replace the one he had of his brother's but maybe in time it will soften his grief.
After all, you weaved pattens of healing, recovery, and peace. You also gifted him a simple syrup of vanilla infused with hawthorn berries and rose for his breakfast cafe au laite. His strokes in his lettering and his words in his letters to you seemed lighter over time.
Malleus Draconia: You worried for him. His aura spoke of loneliness and emotions suppressed. It wasn't good for him, but you didn't know how to help him break down those walls, or if it was your place to even do it.
You bought the finest cloth and threads you could afford on your budget. You spent days over Christmas break, or what was left of it, to sew patterns on.
Patterns in colors of pink, green, silver, and purple. You wound your magic tightly in circles, careful with each stitch. When you met Malleus to give him his VDC invite, you also gave him the neck wrap. He was shocked as he stared at your gift.
His fingers tracing every stitch. His eyes warmed at the magic he felt. He smiles gently at you, "Thank you for caring, Child of Man."
Lilia Vanrouge: You always noticed he seemed off. One would think it was his eccentric manner, but it was beyond that. He felt…as if time was running out. You knew he was part of the night fae, there would be no tricking him with drinks or food, so you went directly to him.
You asked for his coat and the blazer he always wore and his pillow. Lilia gave it to you in good humor and curiosity. Imagine his surprise when you sat next to him on his bed and started sewing—for peace, health, healing, and a long life.
When you returned it to him, he smiled and thanked you with a hand cupping your cheek, “I have lived many centuries and yet, I can still be surprised Khufufu~”
When Lilia died during Malleus’s overblot, your sigils activated along with Malleus’s broken horn and Silver’s ring, only seen by you, as invisible threads entwined extending Lilia’s life.
Once everything settled, you made sure to sew those sigils onto his clothes again and gave his drinks a syrup for protection and to be a bit honest to himself. He laughed when he noticed.