Howl’s Girl [Don/Caspia/Howl]

“I really have no idea what you’re doing.” Steel said honestly as she braided Caspia’s hair in a complicated braid down the back of the young woman’s head. Caspia looked back at Steel as much as she could. “With?” Caspia questioned.

“Howl.” Steel responded as if it were the most obvious thing in the world as she secured a rubber band around the braid. “I don’t like the guy, Cas. He could hurt you.”

“I know that he could.” Caspia said softly, ignoring Steel’s comment about not liking Howl. “But I trust that he won’t.”

“Of course you do.” Steel muttered, inspecting Caspia’s make up. She’d only put on a bit—just a small amount of mascara and chapstick. Caspia was the kind of girl who’s natural beauty was far more stunning than what any make up could do for her, and Steel knew it. She surveyed the girl’s outfit. A long, almost knee length, white skirt, a pale green shirt, a white belt around her waist. It was a very Caspia look. The girl loved pastels, especially greens and blues.

After Steel dropped off Caspia at the house, the blonde faced the familiar structure. It seemed so much different know the reason she was there. She felt nervous even though she shouldn’t be. Almost as soon as she was at the door, it opened to reveal Don. That surprised her a great deal and she stood there, blinking slowly for a few moments. “It is nice to see you again as well. It was not expected..” She admitted, smiling shyly before she followed Don into the house, her hands in front of her, clasped together as she observed the home. It was much like her own home, except the things in the house seemed to be picked with care by the people in it. With her adopted father, he had arranged for people to decorate it and it showed.

Don smiled brightly. “You seem very shocked to see me.” He pointed out with a little smirk. “I’m Howl’s boss. This is my house; he lives here with me.” He said, much to Howl’s disgruntlement.  ”Don’t say it like that.” He said, rolling his eyes. “I have just as much money as you.”

“Oh, hush.” Don replied, waving a hand at Howl. “There’s no reason to bring that into anything.” He said, giving Caspia a little smile. Howl frowned, already feeling jealousy seep through his skin.

“Don, why don’t you go check on dinner?”

“It’s—”

“Now.”

After he got up, Howl sighed and sat next to Caspia. “I’m sorry about him. I really am. He’s so…insufferable.” He said, rubbing his temples. He placed a gentle kiss on Caspia’s forehead. “I didn’t even get time to greet you properly. How are you doing?” He asked, looking down at her tenderly. He was starting to feel embarrassed now. He should’ve sent Don away for the night. Then again, if he had done that there would be no food for he or Caspia unless he ordered take-out. Not that he thought that the girl would judge him for it very much. 

In the next room, Don sighed, casually overhearing the conversation. It was a bit strange for him, the rush of emotions that he felt. It was a mix of jealousy, empathy, and happiness. He was glad that Howl found a woman to love him, of course. But he couldn’t shake the feelings that he had for Caspia since they met. Then again, he always fell for a pretty face. God damn, this was impossible! “Hey, Caspia, what do you drink?” He asked from the other room. If he was going to survive this night, he was going to need some vodka. 

(via caspia-eberstark)

Source: uncle-donny