Kurloz
You sighed, as the figure behind the door knocked again. At least they were being polite, you guessed.
You grabbed the baggy sweater off the floor, and slid it on not bothering to fix your riled hair. Hurriedly, you opened the door finding a black and white patterned chest in front of you. Kurloz was the knocker, a small wave greeting you from the troll as you looked up to meet eyes. You spoke a quiet 'hello' to Kurloz, your eyes moving to his now signing hands.
At first you had no problem reading him, but progressively felt your eyes droop and unfocus. Was he still signing? Was he even still there? You were too out of it to know.
Kurloz finished his sign and waved again when you didn't respond. He watched you for a few seconds, before leaning down to meet your gaze. Your eyes were unfocused and bloodshot, as you had just been crying. The dark rings under your eyes were even more prominent, larger than your eyes themselves. After a few seconds of scanning your eyes for activity, Kurloz used some of his hypnosis to knock you out. Your eyes fluttered shut, and the highblooded troll grabbed you gently as you fell into him.
With one arm under your knees and one supporting your neck, Kurloz walked into your house to lay you down. He passed the couch silently, you needed some good sleep. He found his way to your bedroom, setting you down carefully on the bed. Reflexively, he grabbed the office chair on the opposite side of the room, sitting beside your sleeping form and making sure you were comfortable.
When you woke up, your hearing was muted, and sight hazed. It took a few moments for you to fully regain consciousness, and when you did, you sat up. Kurloz was sitting on your office chair just to your side, arms crossed on the back rest and he looked at you worriedly. You were about to ask when he began signing. This time, his hands were sharp and clean, easy to translate.
"YoU wErEn'T uP aNd FeElInG wElL SiS, wAnTeD tO hElP." He signed, and nodded to you.
It indeed helped, you couldn't remember the last time you got a good solid sleep in you. Mostly you had been plagued with nightmares, and an uninterrupted rest like that felt incredible.
"Thanks Kur." You spoke. You rubbed your eyes and shook your head to move your horribly messy hair out from your eyes. Slowly, the memories of last night trickled back into your mind, and you went to grab your forearm. You winced as the wooly fabric rubbed against the scratches, which sent a wave of worry through your visitor. He was about to ask this time, when he felt everything click into place. Sullenly, his hand moved up to trace the stitches in his lips, you watching.
"iT sEeMs LiKe It HeLpS, bUt It'S a CoNsTaNt ReMiNdEr Of WhAt YoU'vE dOnE wRoNg SiS." Kurloz signed slowly. "DoN't LeT yOuRsElF gEt LoSt iN wHaT yOu wErE. lOoK fOrWaRd." He finished, standing up to move beside you on the bed. Carefully, his arms moved to enwrap you, gently squeezing your shoulders. You felt yourself break down, clutching to the Makara and letting the hurt draw it's way up and out of your mouth.
He was just so warm. Warmer than you were expecting for someone of his blood color, warmer than you, it was so welcoming. He just sat and held you as you sobbed, hands tracing small circles on your back. His arms and his breath and his very being here set something off deep within you.
Safe. Warm. Cherished. Important. All the things you thought you could never feel, Kurloz gave to you.
You eventually calmed down, but still held to him. You never wanted to be separated from him. You whimpered quietly as he nudged you, and you looked up at him for an explanation. A few stray purple tears had fallen from his eyes, streaking his face paint.
"I lIkE yOuR hAiR :o)" He signed, a smile lighting up his face to bring an odd juxtaposition to his tears.
One of his gloved hands moved up to brush against a section or your uncontrollable hair. Delicately, you grabbed his wrist and guided it through your hair. It hadn't been brushed in so long now, it rivaled his own messy curls.
"Thank Kur." You chuckled weakly. The two of you sat for a while, cooperatively finger combing your locks until you gained the courage to speak. "Kurloz, will you be my matesprit?" You asked, habitually tightening your grip on his wrist as he pulled his hand down.
His fingers moved fast, but not too fast for you to miss them.
"I'd LoVe ToO ______ :oD" He smiled at you, the silly lopsided way only a Makara could, and hugged you again.
"MaYbE wE gOtTa Up An' ClEaN yOuR wOuNdS, My MaTeSpRiT."
You nodded, wiping a few final stray tears away. You could tell, neither of you were exactly normal, but this was going to be the start of something beautiful.