#iplierst

When Host was in his arms it was like the earth could just stand and wait. When his lips caressed the flesh of his neck, filling the night with soft sighs and gentle touches. Fulfilling wants and desires he would’ve never wanted will anyone else.

With him he felt whole, like he could do anything and everything. He belonged. He’d give everything to make Host smile, to make him happy. To keep him safe.

Every time he visited, every night he held him in his arms, or sat upon his lap and listened to his tales as Host played with his hair, instructing him to take some rest for himself. 

Every single moment with him was a blessing.

No matter what Host said, no matter the bloody tears, no matter the missing arm, they were there for one another. No matter what the other egos said or thought. It wouldn't ever change his mind. 

Hmmmm, let’s see what I can do

Edward is overprotective when it comes to Host, but mostly in the sense of making sure his eyes are fine. He knows that Host can easily take care of himself and at the same time he doesn’t take of himself in a medical sense. Edward has to coax Host with kisses to get him to sit and allow him to change his bandages and clean the sockets where Host’s eyes once were.