Author's Notes: Drabble for the main Witch King Universe. Set before the first part.
Rating: PG-13 for violence
Pairing: Amick/Nyx
Written: 2006
"Sit down," Amick snapped. "And don't bleed on the carpet. It's expensive."
Amick waited just long enough to make sure that Nyx wasn't going to be unreasonably stubborn before he stalked over to a trunk and flung the lid open. Hinges screamed in protest, but Amick could care less. Nyx was hurt. Nyx was bleeding. Nyx was being incredibly insane and Amick was seconds away from hurling something at him.
Instead he settled for messing up the neatly folded clothing in his trunk until he found the bandages and antiseptic he was looking for. He'd never had a talent for healing, so Amick had never had those glyphs etched onto his skin. He could really have used them now.
"I don't understand why you're so upset," Nyx said as Amick stalked back towards him. Didn't understand? Blood soaked the dragon's pants leg, leaving an ugly stain that was far too big for Amick's peace of him. And Nyx didn't understand why he was upset?
"I am upset because you are an idiot. What were you thinking stepping into the middle of that fight? The guards had it under control. I wasn't in any danger. There was no reason for it. Do you want to be die?" Amick shouted.
"Yes."
The sound of Amick's hand hitting Nyx's cheek echoed in the room. His palm stung. He didn't even remember moving to slap the dragon. "Don't you ever say that again."
Nyx looked vaguely stunned. Amick could understand. It wasn't often that he resorted to violence. Feeling slightly ill that he'd done so this time, Amick dropped to his knees in front of the seated dragon. He took a handful of fabric in each hand and ripped Nyx's already torn pants.
For all his anger, Amick's hands were gentle as began to clean the wound. It was shallow, uglier looking that it really was, though Amick didn't like how much it bled. Nyx would need stitches. Even then there would be a scar.
"You don't have to," Nyx said. Amick looked up at him, not realizing and not caring how it must look for him to be kneeling in front of his body guard. Under his hands, Amick felt the dragon go still. There must be something in his eyes. Some emotion. He didn't know what. Suddenly the dragon bared his throat in a sign of acquiescence.
"I'm sorry."
"Good."