Creatures of the Dark

He smiled softly. “I am actually.”

"Good, good."

He turned to look at her once she had brushed his hair. “One braid.” He offered.

"One."

He nodded passing her his hair tie that he keeps on his wrist

"Thanks," She whispered, quietly getting to work.

He stayed still so that she could focus

"There, that's better." She whispered, "You look more like you again now."

He smiled softly. “Thank you.”

"It's okay,"

He turned to face her sligjtly.

"Mm?"

“I’ve spoke a lot it’s your turn,” he told her. “Be honest what do you think of my parents?”

"It isn't my place to say,"

“Well I am asking.” He pointed out. “I think my parents give off a stuck up vibe.” He told her. “And I’m sorry that they called you a tart.”

She just gulped, lowering her gaze to watch her hands

He watched her. “You can be honest too love.”

"Words like - like that. I've always hated them, you know it but since - since Alex... they just make me feel dirty."

He slid his hands into hers. “Hey, you are the purest person I know, nothing about you is dirty.” He promised her using his free hand to gently run through her hair. “You’re beautiful and smart and classy and absolutely hilarious but you’re not dirty or a tart, and I’m sorry that they made you feel that way.”

She closed her eyes at his touch

“Never let people call you anything other than what you are.”

She shook her head.

He continued to brush a hand through her hair gently

She was silent

He smiled softly