day 20 - palm kiss (Gramander)
Despite Percival's scolding, his lover sits across from him fairly unaffected—smiling, even. Sometimes he wonders why he even bothers when this is a regular occurrence.
And currently, there’s nothing to do except heal Newt’s injuries before they get infected. Though not proficient with healing magic as some others, Percival can do the basics as someone with a fair amount of experience in emergency treatments in dire situations. That is more Newt’s area of expertise with his knowledge of biology, yet somehow the man trusts him to be the one to cast the spells.
The few cuts and burns on Newt’s hands fade easily when Percival runs his own over them, murmuring quietly an incantation. While those disappear, the scars that have been there long before Percival met him remain. They’re the proof of his effort and passion, willing to care for himself less to connect with the creatures.
The skin of Newt’s palm and fingers are rough under Percival’s lips as he traces lines and dips. Newt sucks in a breath, and his hand twitches unconsciously in Percival’s hold.
Truth be told, Percival isn’t always happy about it but respects these decisions despite not understanding.
“Be careful,” he says afterward, not for the first time, and they’ll likely go unheeded; yet, he still says it.
“Alright,” Newt replies and it’s not a promise, but it’ll have to do.