Smile, You've Won | Integra

Relaxing against his sheets Rabastan smiled at Integra as she went on about how delicious the food was. She looked fucking gorgeous in that button down, but he was pleased to know that she felt comfortable in his clothes. If that made any sense. Rabastan grabbed a cup of English Breakfast tea off the cart and sat up more in his bed letting the sheets rest just at his hip bone. "God damn this hits the spot." The tea was as black as tea could get, nothing in his cup, no sugar, no milk or cream. The meat slab was on a plate, grabbing a small amount of syrup he smothered it across the cooked piece of ham. "You are so right, this is delicious." Breakfast in bed was helping his headache no doubt. Filling his empty stomach with sustinance was something he loved so very much. Breakfast foods were one of his favorites, if he could have breakfast for every meal of the day, then he would be content.

"I was thinking about that, I mean, I don't want to look exactly like Rod that would be ridiculous. How about, you cut it however you would like and if it looks horrible I'll just make a hair growing tonic and we can start all over again. Sound like a plan?" He asked just before shoveling more food into his gob. Not realizing how hungry he was, Rab had cleared his plate and polished off his cup of tea. There was still food left, but his stomach was completely full. "I'm going to jump into the shower real quick before we cut this mop. It might be easier to do if it's wet anyway." With that he replaced his plate to the cart and stood up in all his glory.

The muscles in his lower back rocked with each step on the cold stone floor. Head still spinning as he grabbed a pair of jeans and an undershirt. It wasn't nearly as bad as it was before, but his skull was still throbbing.

The shower was relaxing and it slowly pushed the headache out of his mind completely. Rabastan had an interesting night, no longer a virgin was the big one. Even if Integra was one to sleep around with others, she knew how to handle the newbies and Rab was A-okay with that. Pushing his hair out of his eyes as he let the water run down his face and inhaling the steam the hot water gave off. Feeling every tense muscle in his body relax was the best feeling. The burn of hot water on healing wounds was even more of an eye opener, all he wanted was to be sure he could still feel and that was the best option.

Closing his green eyes, Rabastan let the water run down his back before reaching toward the straight edge. The blade was stainless steel, a muggle tool intended for shaving, but Rabastan had other uses for the device. Looking over the metal device he heald in his hand the boy lifted his arm and let the smooth sharp edge rest against his skin that stretched across his ribs. Pulling quickly, he didn't flinch at the sound or pain; instead he closed up the razor and set it back in its place. Everything had a place with Rabastan Lestrange. The razor went on the ledge of the shower, his soaps had to be in proper order alphabetically by brand and just to the right, he had to have a black poof it had to be black as no other color would suffice. The notch for the water control had to be directly center between hot and cold. He had to wash his hair first, always first and then he had to rinse that and replace the shampoo with conditioner. While the conditioner was setting he had to wash his body, starting with his left arm, his right, moving to his chest on down to his legs, the left one first and onto the right. Rinsing his hair and then checking the fresh wound. Twice a week, this happened twice a week and only on Tuesdays and Thursdays as they were the only two days in the week that started with the letter 't' it was either that or Saturday and Sunday, but they were right next to each other and he couldn't have that.

Stepping out of the shower on a previously used towel, he reached for a clean on. Checking the wound again to make sure it wasn't still bleeding. Patting that area dry before moving onto the rest of his body, in the same fashion as he washed. Getting dressed he had to start with his pants, moving fluidly and smoothly as to not open up the long but shallow cut. Once clothed from the waist down he would pat the area dry again before putting on a black undershirt. That was the end of his shower routine. Rabastan was actually surprised that no one had noticed how neurotic he became when things were misplaced, or if something that didn't belong was there. It was only with his own things, never with anyone elses. There could be clothes tossed all over the opposite bed of his and he wouldn't care, but not one person took the time to really look over his things, his books were all alphabetical by author last name, and everything else had it's own place. (The tape goes there because that is where the tape goes).

Upon coming out of the bathroom, brush in hand to detangle his long black locks, Rab's eyes met with Integra's and he smiled. The room was no longer spinning and he was certain that it would stay that way. The ache in his side was the constant reminder that he could still feel pain, and that was all he needed to keep him motivated for the day. "Let's get this over with, I'm probably going to cry once it's all gone so don't be surprised." Nearly letting out a hollow laugh as a subconscious act, Rab quickly filled it with feeling before anyone else could notice. Integra included.

She was acting weird. That he did notice. Rabastan laughed lightly and shook his head. "Good, let's get this over with." His voice happened to be choked up and unexpected. Clearing his throat Rabastan sat down on the butt end of the trunk and rolled his shoulders back. Deciding against a shirt he let her have his way with the long locks. "I trust you so I'm not worried about it Tiger." Winking his with his green eyes Rabastan patiently waited until kisses were strung across his neck.

Her voice was broken and nervous, something he had never heard from her. Integra was one of the strongest women he knew and Rab respected that part of her, but this was completely out of character. Catching him a little off guard he grabbed her hand. "Let's cut my hair first, I don't want you to give me a hack job if I don't agree with what you say. And if it brings me to tears, well Tiger, I'll already be crying." There was a little casual tone in his voice, but what she said made him nervous. More nervous to find out what she was going to say, Rabastan felt the comb run smoothly through his hair and took in a deep breath.

"I know something is up, normally you would have just said it flat out, but this isn't the case. We can have a talk after you get rid of this mop." Just focusing on the texture of his hair, Rab was scared shitless to say the least. If Integra was a stuttering mess it must have meant something was either bad, or really important, perhaps it was both. "You can tell me anything Tegs, anything at all."

Everything went quiet for a few moments, she was finished with his hair and she left it a bit long on top, completely okay with his appearance he turned to look at Integra. Her lips were parted and he couldn't help but notice the sullen look upon her eyes. This was most definitely something serious and he couldn't play with her feelings anymore. "If it's about you kissing Rod and him kissing you I already know." His eyes met her. Saving her from disgrace for a few moments he smiled lightly. "He told me before he left for the Nighthouse, and don't worry I've come to terms with it." Swallowing lightly he looked up at Integra.

"I just wanted you to suffer for a while until you wanted to tell me is all." Rabastan took pleasure in those that deserved to suffer, but Integra had been suffering her entire life. His green eyes locked on hers and all he did was smile, the pain in his side was subsiding and finally he was okay with everything. His hair was scattered across the floor, not even waiting for her to explain he brushed off his torso and shoulders before beginning to clean up the mess. It looked as if a wet dog lay on the floor so he got rid of it.

"I've pulled my own fair share of stunts, kissing a half-blood being one of them, needless to say I regret it." Rabastan rolled his eyes as he moved to his trunk and pulled out a black undershirt. Pulling it on as his left side faced away from his girlfriend. "Anyway, I've nothing to be hurt about, he's my brother and he will do as he pleases. I understand that it must've been difficult for you to end it like you did." That part he didn't know from Rod's words. He heard it from a little dove named Kassidy Shearwater, fourth year Ravenclaw. Loving the fact that he could torment anyone into getting him exactly what he wanted was a great feat, but now that he had Integra all to his own, Rabastan wasn't going to exactly mess that up.