NOCT OVERFLOW

[swordhardy]

OVERFLOW & EVENTS

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[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. ]