𝒬𝓊𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈

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“Isn’t that a good thing though?” M mused, a hint of a tease in his voice. There were moments where M got the courage he never imagined, but he was glad it was unleashed. The treacherous voices in his mind were silenced in these moments, and no matter how much they pierced his soul, being in the presence of the ones he cares about deeply, the voices never reached. He hummed in approval at the reply given, relishing in the warmth that they shared and the soft touches he was given. M was very self conscious about his looks, his scars, the horrible past that they conveyed to the world, but still he knows it’s a part of him and something that should be accepted. He would flinch before from sudden touches, but these soft moments he enjoyed greatly.

Before he could answer, there was a soft kiss that was stolen, a little too fast for his liking but he could use this opportunity. He hums, taking the chance to bring Lucas’s hand up to his lips and giving it a light peck.

“Maybe…was it too cheesy perhaps?” He’ll admit that he’s been watching some romance dramas once in a while, but to take some lines, no he wouldn’t be able to do that. 

“What if I say that it all came from the heart? Some of my most deepest thoughts that I sometimes even hesitate to voice, too scared to receive a reply, but when being showered with so much warmth and love from you how can I stop myself? Perhaps this is your special gift to me? Maybe another reward is needed, another kiss even?” Can’t let you win without trying for a comeback.~

Sometimes, Lukas found himself wondering where this courage came from. It was a far cry from the awkward, almost unsociable man he had known him to be. Perhaps M’s colleagues were to thank for that -- from what he observed from afar, they were a colorful group of personalities. The sort that can urge you out of your shell if there was even a chink in your wall. M had probably learned too well, if that were the case, as he was certainly making good work at tearing down his own walls.

A tilt of his head, a curious gaze looking upon the other as a kiss upon his hand tore him away from his musings.

“My, oh my... Where is all this coming from?” And he couldn’t help but laugh out of fondness. Still, he cradled the other’s cheek and guided him to his lips. The affection was as soft as before, but it lingered moments more. When he parted, there was still little distance between them.

Album Prompt // PVRIS/WHITE NOISE // @rk-silverknight​

“...Turning into a romantic, are we?” He would laugh at the notion, but somehow the words were much too sweet to joke away when they came from M. A man that couldn’t be anything but sincere and genuine -- and perhaps that honesty is what flustered Lukas the most.

With careful consideration, his fingers found and interlocked with the other’s, musing at the difference in size between them. One was made for combat, large and calloused from many battles. The other was made for more careful work, slender and meticulous, unmarred thanks to the gloves he almost constantly wore. He played with M’s hand like this, swaying their locked hands back and forth.

“Not that I dislike it,” He continued moments after, his eyes refusing to meet the hybrid’s simply out of bashfulness. Ah, if his colleagues saw him now, they’d be laughing at him. At the sight of him all cozied up with a runaway under a blanket, at home, wearing casual clothes rather than the sleek labcoat. It was a domestic scenario he never dreamed of. And yet, here they were. “Have you been reading some romance novels while I wasn’t looking?”

❝Oh, it’s you again—❞  Said with a certain sort of excitement, his earlier friendliness recognized and presenting the angelic as eager to converse.  ❝What’re you doing out so late…?❞

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@rk-silverknight // Send 💋 if your muse wants a kiss from mine

It was odd to share a space with someone again. The memories of his brother would come to mind. Where a small apartment would be filled with his rambunctious laughter and crude swears. It was only until some years ago that he would be left to his own devices -- whether it be the emptiness of the lab, or the solitude of his room. He found himself longing for the noise he once thought annoying.

Even now, his life was quiet. It was a different sort of quiet, though. This time, it wasn’t as cold or as lonely. He peered from his book, looking to the sleeping figure occupying the couch. It had been some time since M had chosen to take temporary residence in his apartment -- as a precaution.

M only nods as a response to the inquiry, not trusting his voice. The tremble was at his hand, but for some reason it felt like he himself was shaking entirely. Nerves, uncertainty, anxiety? He wasn’t sure, it was all still so new to him and he wishes he understood things more clearly without having to question himself so much, but sadly that’s not how things work. Years of being treated poorly have left many scars, both physical and emotional that aren’t easy to get over no matter how much he wishes. Still, the response he received felt solid, something that could ground him and he was grateful. Knowing that he wasn’t the only one who felt happy and that he was somehow contributing to making Lukas feel happy too, it was a good feeling. The light chuckle, the assurances he received, M isn’t sure if they were done on purpose but they helped him so much. Things will be better, I can be better, I’m no longer trapped. I’ll do my best…I’m not alone. Never again.

He takes a deep breath, content with this atmosphere that surrounds them. Like a warm blanket covering them from a harsh winter breeze. His nerves were settling down and it felt good to be able to take control of himself a bit again. A shade of pink still present on his face, “We can stay here or we can go wherever you want. Perhaps another trip to the first place we went together?” That cliff by the beach with its marvelous view sure held a lot of memories for them, never did M think a place like that would be of importance to him, but he was happy.

“We can also go back to your place if you’d like? Your wish is my command highness.~” he teases back, recalling one of their previous teasing with words.

Of course, Lukas had seen where he began to be so soft. If he were to see himself in the mirror or from another outside perspective, he wouldn’t recognize himself. This version of him was very different to how he’s lived throughout the year -- where he had always been distrustful. Wary of those not on his side. Scheming and planning. All of that gone to the wind. It was rather odd, to live without walking on eggshells. Yet, it wasn’t a terrible feeling.

“Isn’t it a bit too cold for a walk by the beach now?” A raise of his brow, his smile curling into a playful one. It was true, however, that it was that very same beach where they seemed to have their most meaningful moments. And the ocean did always call to him, with the calming sound of waves and the scent of salted air. “Although, I wouldn’t mind a stroll through the park -- after I’m done with these notes.”

SHIT! SHIT! Shit! M thought to himself as he observed Lukas, not really hearing the ’how cute’ part, his attention focused solely on the other but his mind running a mile a minute as he tries to register what has occurred still. It was so strange and although he was quite the talker and means what he says, how was M-21 to act?! The only other reference he has was the dumb shows that Tao puts on TV when no one is looking at information or giving some sort of report. He can’t really use any of that ‘knowledge’, could he? I don’t want to mess up…

Fuck it! Fine, he huffs bracing himself and trying to recall the previous act. It wasn’t complicated, at least it didn’t seem complicated but for some reason just thinking about it made him so nervous. How come fighting comes more natural to me than this?! He questions, his mind briefly cursing the Unions influence on him and stealing away any form of normalcy.

“This knight does think he deserves another, at least just this once.” he hums. He takes a deep breath, his heart beating like crazy and for a brief second he thinks it might even stop. It wasn’t his so it’s only logical right? He let’s go of Luka’s hand, and briefly caresses his face, then without thinking he closes the gap between them, placing a light kiss on the others lips but letting it rest there for a second longer. His courage slowly fading away as he pulls back. “Sorry, I’m no good at this.” he mumbles, a slight tremble to his hand. “But, I’m happy.”

Lukas waited quietly. He had a faint idea of what may be going through the other’s head, and it was only fair he’d give him the time to collect himself. M’s awkwardness was charming in its own way. And he was all too glad to tilt his head further for him, following the direction of his hand, to receive the shy kiss.

“Oh?” An apology was given, and Lukas failed to keep his soft laughter from bubbling past his lips. It was in no way mocking -- maybe it was from being flustered himself. In his years, he hadn’t met someone quite like the werewolf. “Are you happy?” He asked with a helpless smile, his hand covering the trembling one on his cheek. The laughter had died, and he had become quite content with where they were now. “That’s good. I’m glad.”

        “That… THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT, you biblically-vile plague!”