you were the firelight’s nurse. loved by many, annoyed daily by one. that “one” was none other than the firelight’s leader, ekko.

so here you were, standing at the desk as he walked in through the clinic.

“there’s my favorite nurse,”

he said with a snicker, walking up to your desk and holding up his slightly scratched finger. very slightly scratched.

“do i get a kiss for my boo-boo?”

he teased, fluttering his eyelashes in mock-innocence. he was going to be the death of you.