NOCT OVERFLOW

[swordhardy]

OVERFLOW & EVENTS

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[swordhardy]

Haa, don't underestimate me. I don't grow tired of what's important so easily.

[ That feeling from Six—a spicy hint of possessiveness along with that sweet hum of affection, creating something deep and rich ... Rokurou sighs, soaking in afterglow, inhaling Six's scent. Not false, not a memory, not something he has to close his eyes and focus to remember. ]

.... You know, I'm not a good person. [ those palms still, pressing into the warmth of Six's skin, ] I've done a lot of bad things that I don't regret. I'd do them all again, too.

[ There's so much he hasn't told Six yet, but they're things he's starting to want to. About the other important things—the brother that's never far from his thoughts, the nuances of his clan, all of those bad deeds, the winding journey back home. ]

So it's strange how I feel pretty lucky right now. [ he laughs, a low sound, ] Sure haven't earned it.

[ Rubbing his face in again, he presses a few more light kisses along Six's throat and jaw. Lazy and affectionate, with the light pinch of teeth. ]

[wray]

[ every press of rokurou's fingers on his skin is a constant reminder that this is all real. it's no longer a dream that he has to wake up from, because even when he wakes up the following day, he knows that the daemon won't be far away from reach. just knowing this is enough for him to lean into his touch even more, wanting rokurou to feel everything he wants to explore.

he falls silent while the daemon speaks, telling him about how little space he has for regret, that he thinks it's strange to feel pretty lucky— when he opens his mouth to protest, no words come after. if only because he knows this feeling too well. ]

... For the longest time, I always thought I was undeserving of your attention. You seemed so bright and unattainable; I wondered why you were wasting your time with someone like me.

[ his insecurities will never fully go away, he thinks, even if he's slowly learned how to accept them, but he understands now that he will never be alone when it comes to dealing with them. all he really needs is someone like rokurou by his side, and he knows things will work out one way or another.

he tucks his head underneath the daemon's chin, curling in close. ]

I feel just as lucky as you, to have you again in my life.

[ even though it can't be seen, perhaps rokurou can feel the way six's lips curve into a smile against his skin. ]

[swordhardy]

Bright and unattainable? [ he laughs, a rich sound as he straps his arm around Six's waist to pull him in close, cupping around him, ] Really? After how many times I threw myself at you? I feel like I was pretty attainable.

[ Bright ....... is that how Six sees him? Such a strange thought. No one's ever said anything like that before. He's a daemon, a monster, a Rangetsu. All things shrouded in darkness. Stained and dirty, Rokurou Rangetsu is probably the farthest thing from bright. That's the part of it all that really catches him off guard, makes him quiet after that chuckle, smile fading into something softer and more contemplative.

Ah.... it's hard to believe that the erune thinks of him like that. Yet he also knows that Six wouldn't lie; it's a confusing truth that paints color on his cheeks. With a small huff, he presses his chin into downy white hair.

It feels.

Weird.

But not bad. Not bad at all. ]

You should get some sleep, [ mouthing over Six's hair, he presses a kiss against the top of his head. ] because we're going to reenact the first time we were together when we wake up.

[ Yeah, that's right. Six more times. It's not like either of them has anywhere else to be now that they're together again. ]

[wray]

[ the daemon's laughter vibrates throughout, an inescapable sensation that leads the erune's heart to flutter a beat or two. he snuggles closer once he's pulled right in, face buried against tanned skin, as if trying to hide the flushed expression that now creeps all over his face. it appears rokurou isn't the only one who is feeling flustered, but this is for a different reason entirely.

one he can't pinpoint just yet, and yet it's real and undeniable all the same. ]

You know how I was back then... I didn't believe I was worthy of you.

[ a monster like him, surrounded by darkness and weighed down by his own guilt. he lived life as though the very next second could be his last, and there were times where he even wished for death to claim him. rokurou gave him a reason to stay, kept giving him more and more reasons why he should hang on — if that isn't the equivalent of a light at the end of a dark tunnel, then he doesn't know what it is.

(quietly, he pictures the daemon as the sun, a vibrant thing that can chase away the shadows with little to no effort.)

of course, as it always is whenever things get too vulnerable around them both, either one of them can easily ruin the moment. this time, it's rokurou's fault... and six can't help but sigh. a tiny bit exasperated, but also stupidly fond, because of course the daemon would want something like this. ]

You really don't think about anything else but fighting me and doing that... do you?

[ not that he'll have the daemon any other way, but he'll leave it at that for now.

he'll worry about going through this six more times when morning comes. ]