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// 1014 , 1410 , slight blood + bite
In the lonely nights where Fourteen is still chained by the subscriber count, he dreams even when he thinks there’s nothing left to dream about. Behind those closed eyes, the only company that keeps to his side is the very same, constantly visiting: Ten.
Fourteen doesn’t know if he hates him, loves him, wants him, wants to be him, but he doesn’t plan on letting Ten go.
Sometimes Ten’s quiet, and the two just sit in silence together— they’re the most peaceful of Fourteen’s dreams.
Othertimes, he finds himself with his arms wrung around Ten, head leaned into his neck. When he pulls away, Fourteen already had blood dripping down his fanged canines, licking apart the flesh between his teeth.
Ten looks blank, but he also has this smile on him— begging Fourteen’s attention. Keep going, feed into your hunger, don’t let a dream stop you.
He always wakes up with an appetite— those days Ten always seems to have a basket of something ready.
The rest of his dreams— what little left— Ten's invaded Fourteen's personal space.
Leaned in, lips pressed against each other.
It's sweet, simple, soft. Ten would pull away, a warm hand on Fourteen's face.
He doesn't know what he feels when he wakes up after these dreams, nor does he let himself think about it.
Those dreams scared him the most.
