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Resting - Night Watch x Prisoner (IthaLuca)
A/N: My belief that Luca can be shipped with anyone (within reason) remains strong. Thank you for requesting! Apologies that this took a bit to write, life stuff kept me busy. ^^;
Despite what many believed, Ithaqua did not hate people. It was true that he was unsociable andâŚoff-putting, to say the least. But it couldnât be helped. He had barely interacted with a single person besides his mother for years. His victims didnât count.
Ithaqua just preferred to observe everyoneâs interactions. It was a form of amusement for him. But no one amused him more than a certain electrically-charged survivor.
Luca was a bit of a strange case in terms of personality. He liked talking to people, often carrying conversations, but spent a lot of time holed up in his room. He was well-mannered because of his noble upbringing, but could be as loud and impulsive as the lightning that coursed through his body. Ithaqua found him to be charming.
âYou know, chasing you around is like a game of cat and mouse,â Ithaqua once said to Luca post-match. He had tried to keep his feelings of annoyance downâit wasnât a secret that Luca was an easy target, but the prisonerâs evasiveness had been exceptionally high today.
âCat and mouse, huh? Interesting comparison,â Luca mused, his fanged smirk growing. âA lot of people here are like cats in a bad wayâalways throwing hissy fits. It can be such a botherâŚbut you, well, youâre like a giggly cat. If cats could giggle.â
Ithaqua, of course, giggled at that. And Lucaâs smile upon hearing it made the slight embarrassment. âYou are more like a rat,â the masked man quipped. âAnd Iâm not sure why. You just are.â
Luca pretended to be offended. âWhy, Mister Ithaqua, that was rude of you,â he laughed. But it turned into a wince of pain as he was suddenly struck with a small headache. âOw, owâŚ!â
The lighthearted mood immediately dissipated. âAre you okay?â Ithaqua asked, a bit of concern in his voice. He knew it must be something related to Lucaâs brain damage.
âYes, yes. Iâm fine,â the shorter man muttered. He ran a hand through his messy brown hair, a bit of static making it raise up a little. âAh, what were we talking about?â
âCats and rats,â Ithaqua deadpanned. He grabbed Luca by his collar and started dragging him away. âBut not anymore. You better get some rest right now.â
Luca protested the whole way back to his room (wait, how did Ithaqua know where it was?) but wasnât really struggling like one normally would in a match. Anyone they passed by didnât move in to help at all, either out of fear or confusion.
Ithaqua practically kicked down the door and dropped Luca onto his bed covered in paper. âThe state of your room is something to behold,â he said sarcastically. He couldnât help but look around at the various notes and bits of machinery strewn everywhere. âSo this is what youâre always up toâŚâ
âOf course!â There was pride in Lucaâs voice. âI told myself that no matter how spotty my memories get, I will be able to finish this machine.â He grabbed a fistful of his hair again with a hissâthe headache. He forgot about that.
âWell, youâre certainly not going to work on it now,â Ithaqua said firmly. He released that the sharp ends of his stilts could potentially stab through the papers, so he sat down and quickly took them off. Then he went to close the curtains so the sun wasnât streaming in Lucaâs face. âYou better sleep right this instant.â
Luca looked at him suspiciously. âSince when did you care about people? And me, to an extent?â he asked.
Ithaqua narrowed his eyes. âYouâre saying that as if Iâm a cold, heartless monster,â he growled. He sat on the edge of the bed with a sigh. âMaybe I am heartless in a way. Emotions have become intolerable for me. But still, donât just assume that Iâd hurt you without reason.â
âThatâs not what I was implying at all,â Luca said. He sat up and put a hand on Ithaquaâs shoulder, static electricity crackling faintly. âI just donât ever remember you acting like this towards anyone.â
Ithaqua felt even more ashamed because he was right. How annoying. Wasnât he supposed to be helping Luca feel better and not the other way around?
âThereâs no shame in having emotions,â the prisoner continued.
âUgh, shut your mouth already!â Ithaqua finally snapped, glaring at him. âYou should be resting right now!â
Luca didnât seem that fazed by the outburst. âIf thatâs what you want,â he said. He laid back down and turned to lay on his side, back facing Ithaqua. âFeel free to let me rest in peace.â
A few moments of silence. The tone in the prisonerâs voiceâŚit was so infuriating! Yet, Ithaqua couldnât help but wonder if that was a subtle invitation for him to stay. âIâll stay, just to make sure you actually fall asleep,â he huffed.
A sly and content smile appeared on Lucaâs face as he heard Ithaqua drag the desk chair next to the bed and sit in it. Oddly enough, despite the taller man being a hunter, he felt safe knowing that he wasnât alone. And he felt grateful that he wasnât sleeping on a hard surface like in his prison cell. Luca finally shut his eyes and fell asleep.
And when he woke up about an hour later, he was surprised that Ithaqua had fallen asleep as well. The mask muffled his slight snoring, but he was definitely sleeping.
Lucaâs heart warmed at the sight. It was kinda cute seeing him looking like a napping cat. And it was, wellâŚsweet of Ithaqua to have been serious about staying, not to mention surprising that he had fell asleep. Maybe he was truly the one that needed to rest.
âSleep tight,â Luca whispered. He didnât dare to try and move Ithaqua to his bed. But he was bold enough to kiss the forehead of his mask very, very gently.
Ithaquaâs dreams became pleasant after that.