You and Aurelius had been dating for a few months now, you knew about his self-harm problem, and his smoking problem, which you didn’t so much mind him smoking as you did him self-harming, but you helped him through it.

You would often watch him train, like right now. You were sitting in the arena near by him, watching as he slashed and stabbed a training dummy, his platinum blond almost silver hair up in a pony tail, a black tank top sticking slightly to his skin from sweat, his scars visible, though you didn’t mind, a look of pure concentration on his face. After about an hour he came over to you, panting slightly,

“Water please, amica mea.”

He said, the Latin nickname making you flush slightly, though you handed him his water bottle anyway, smiling softly at him,

“Thanks.”

He said, sitting down next to you, taking a few gulps of his water before sighing,

“I saw you staring y’know.. you like it when I’m all sweaty don’t you?”

he teased playfully, smirking at you.