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Guren Ichinose | Red | #A5211F

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[swordfucker]

[How dare he look so smug about it... Guren huffs in response, but it's clear that he's pleased, beneath all of the embarrassment. His fingers brush some of Dextera's hair out of his face, and he watches him fondly, letting silence fall over them.

It's a nice, comfortable silence. It's not lonely, like it had been before. It's warm... it's all he wants. He hopes this isn't a dream.]

I haven't opened that second 2-liter yet. We can have some tomorrow.

[passio]

[ dextera’s eyes brighten, just for a moment, but he wonders a second later if that’s such a good idea—guren is still grievously injured, and he should probably be drinking water. not cola! ]

Healthy?

[ says the guy who eats bones, ]

[swordfucker]

You can't ask me that when you eat raw meat off the ground.

[He's just SAYING.] I want to have some cola. It won't kill me.

[passio]

[ you let him kiss you, guren. ]

Ah—!

[ everyone takes so much issue with the fact that he eats floor food! he’s not going to get sick, so there’s no sense in letting it go to waste. it’s fine. ]

Then, me too. I want it.

[swordfucker]

[he loves this dirty boy]

Haha... [Even laughing still aches a little, but it's not enough to make him wince anymore, thankfully. It's the first time he's laughed since this all happened, honestly.]

I know. We'll share some. It's not really something we should have for breakfast, but who cares?

[passio]

[ dextera is going to be the one to retrieve the cola, and if they have soda as breakfast in bed tomorrow, so be it. he doesn’t want guren to move more than he must, even if it looks like people have been tending well to him. ]

I can’t cook.

[ so he can’t make them breakfast, but that just gives them an excuse to be lazy! the perfect plan. ]

[swordfucker]

I can just grab us some fruit from downstairs, or something.

[Guren is honestly thinking he'll be the one to go get things? He may be taken care of, but he's still stubborn like this. It's probably why he's not healing very well, too.]

[passio]

…

[ dextera isn’t going to let guren move from this bed, and it would be funny if he weren’t incredibly serious about that!

it might still be a little funny, though. ]

You [ a forceful gesture! ] stay here.

[swordfucker]

...

[It's a little funny. It's also a little fun? Dextera's concern is sweet, but Guren is a dick.]

What, all day? Are you gonna help me when I need to take a piss, too? [GUREN]

[passio]

[ dextera’s mind is faster than what his hands can say, and that’s probably for the best, because it forces him to slow down before he says something embarrassing. ]

Yes!

[ so THERE ]

[swordfucker]

[He's so cute...?! When he's being fierce?!]

Hahaha! [ow] What are you gonna do, hold me down if I try to get up? Come on, it's not that bad.

[passio]

[ it is extremely that bad, but the truth is, if guren is determined enough to get up, dextera won’t be able to stop him. he doesn’t have the strength of heart to stop him forever. ]

Be careful.

[ that’s all! he’s still being a little fierce about it, though, so it’s not as openly sentimental a request as it could be. ]

Go to bed.

[swordfucker]

I thought you didn't want me to sleep?

[But it's said with a chuckle, and he leans just enough to kiss Dextera's lips again. Maybe it's too much... but now that it's been allowed once, he doesn't want to forget it, or let go.]

I'm just messing with you. I'll stay put, so I'll tell you where the fruit is.

[Okay? Okay.] You get some sleep, too.

[passio]

[ all the tension immediately drains out of him when guren kisses him, and it’s impossible for him to be even a little bit mad—not that he really was, but it calms him perfectly when he’s kissed.

…he probably returns the kiss with a little more interest than is necessary, though. ]

I will.

[swordfucker]

[...Ah. His heart flutters, which is maybe actually dangerous when he has an open wound through his chest that's barely sealed over (even that is accelerated, but it's not Enough). This is... ridiculous. It's something he still thought he'd never really give in to feeling again, and yet... here he is. Unable to stop it.

And not wanting to, anyway.]

Good. [A softer voice, since now he's distracted thinking about what's going to happen from here. He keeps his hand at Dextera's cheek, and lets his eyes drift closed.]

Good night.

[passio]

[ dextera wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t watch guren until he fell asleep, but he at least tries to be subtle about it. he peeks with only one eye, and only once he’s sure guren is asleep does he watch with both eyes.

eventually, though, he too drifts off, and his color slowly returns to him overnight.

it’s a dreamless sleep, but a happy one—his body is still trying to recover from death, in a way that’s different from the way a clone could just file in to replace him, but he feels warm and safe here next to guren.

and loved. ]

[swordfucker]

[Guren sleeps a lot better than he would have if he was alone in this bed. The warmth of someone next to him reminds him that Dextera is here, alive, breathing, and he can push aside the bad feelings that come each time he wakes up from discomfort in the middle of the night. He doesn't stir much, not wanting to wake him in turn, and he always drifts off again shortly after.

There are no nightmares, so it's fine.

Finally, when it's a reasonable hour to be awake, he doesn't bother trying to fall back asleep. He blinks a few times, watching Dextera's face warmly, and brushes some of his hair out of his eyes, just to take a look. A peek!]

[passio]

[ dextera’s breath flutters, when guren moves his hair, but if that was enough to wake him then he probably wasn’t sleeping too deeply anyway. ]

Mm?

[ his fingers twitch, suggesting the beginning of consciousness. where…?

he remembers falling asleep safe and warm, but he doesn’t perfectly recognize this place. he’s in a bed, which is strange, and only once he actually remembers why does he blink himself awake.

his eyes are blue once again. ]

[swordfucker]

[Thank god. He's still here, thank god. Everything else could have been a dream, but as long as Dextera is still here, still alive... Guren lets out a quiet breath, amazed and drawn in by the restored color of Dextera's eyes. His fingers rest against his cheek, brushing there.]

Your eyes are back to normal.

[They look nice.] I never asked how you were feeling after coming back.

[passio]

[ how does he describe the feeling of coming back to life? it’s a lot for something so early in the morning, even if it’s not technically early. dextera places his hand over guren’s, with nothing to say immediately. he wants a moment to close his eyes just another few seconds, to collect his thoughts, and then he breathes out a soft sigh. ]

The same. [ not that that helps. ] As always.

[ his complicated relationships with death means a complicated one with life, too, and he’ll tell guren about the unique sketchiness and everything eventually… but it’s mostly that death is just so familiar. ]

[swordfucker]

[...Right. He's used to it, or as "used to it" as you can be. Guren watches him quietly at that answer, not wanting to push any further. Not wanting to make him relive it.]

Sorry. [He forgot. It's not normal, and it shouldn't be, and it was all his fault. But anyway... He pulls his hand back.]

Did you get enough sleep?

[passio]

[ dextera doesn’t want him to pull back, but there he goes, and his eyes are open again—half-lidded, this time, still sleepy and warm. it’s much different, being here, compared to tucking himself away in ryo’s room. ]

…

[ he nods, at least, and he finds that he wants to kiss guren again as if that will be enough to get rid of that look on his face. ]

Wounds?

[swordfucker]

I just have to change the bandages.

[He doesn't want to make Dextera do that, so he was just going to himself. He shifts, carefully, to try and sit up, and even that is probably faster than it should be.]

They don't really hurt.

[passio]

[ dextera wants to be able to help, but he doesn’t know how? he doesn’t know any first aid, and now he’s realizing that he should.

he sits up, too. ]

Show me.

[ before guren has the chance to answer, dextera touches his wrist, and leans in to capture his mouth in another kiss—chaste, as before, but a quiet reminder that their relationship has shifted ever so slightly. ]

Let me help.

[swordfucker]

[He was going to try to decline that, but then lips are against his, and as brief as it is, he's lost to it. He'd been wanting to do the same thing each time he woke up, but it was hard to think that it was really like this. No titles or families keeping them apart... but entire worlds. Still, in this place, it's relatively harmless. It's surreal.

He blinks out of it and then turns to look to the door to the bathroom.]

I keep everything in there. Let's head over there first. [He's shifting to get up, now. He can get up on his own, since it's mostly his upper body hurting, but he still goes slow.]