44 or 50, Flint & Madi?

complaininginthedark:

44 – “If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”
50- writers choice (forehead kisses and sweetness)

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Madi was mopping sweat from his brow when he slipped out of consciousness first. She felt panic rise in her breast and squashed it down, refusing to let it take over.

Flint was sick. As far as she knew it was a simple sweating sickness, it would pass in time as long as they kept him warm and made him drink water whenever possible. She had seen it happen before and Flint was strong. He would survive.

But fear still tickled the back of her throat. Tears stung at her eyes. “If you die I’ll kill you,” she hissed as his unconscious form.

Flint meant so much to her. He was a leader, a man of principle and fire and water and he had brought such brightness to her life.

“If you die I- I’ll” she felt the tears fall down her cheeks. “I love you, you silly man… next time you decide to go out in the rain for hours without drying yourself after I will refuse to tend to you. Thomas can do it. I will leave you to suffer as I should have this time.”

Flint murmured in his sleep, curving towards her and holding her hand. His hands, so much larger than hers, were hot and clammy but strong.

She fell asleep with her head resting on his chest, taking comfort in the steady heartbeat she heard there.

A hand was playing with her hair when she woke.

“You’ll kill me, mm?” Flint said with a smirk. “Even if the British Empire can’t kill me, I think you just might succeed.”

She slapped his arm and glowered. “Do not frighten me like that. You were sick! I was worried and-”

He hushed her, bringing her close and pressing their foreheads together. They breathed in together, a softness passing between them. He kissed her forehead and she shivered, relief washing over her. She climbed onto the bed and lay beside him, his arm around her as she let the relief fade into comfort. His hand was warm on her back as it rubbed up and down, soothing her and calming her as though she were the sick one. Madi hummed under her breath in her contentment as Flint dozed next to her.

Thomas found them that way and shut the door, keeping the cat from disturbing them.