swordhardy | NOCT OVERFLOW

[ —oh, that's nice.

A languid little groan escapes at the fingers carding through his hair, all crushed velvet and vibrato. Rokurou stills there, wanting the erune to continue kneading fingers against his scalp, as satisfied as a cat finally finding a good patch of sunlight. ]

It's alright. [ there are no more movements; comfortable, the daemon rests against Six, not wanting to shift. ] Everything comes to an end—I've known that since I was a child. I'm just happy that I got to see you again.

[ There are plenty of people who haven't had that privilege with someone they care for, after losing them. ]

I plan on taking as much of you while I can. [ he glances up from beneath his lashes and bangs, ] You alright with that?

[ the little noises that rokurou makes at least lets six know that he's doing the right thing, and so he keeps doing it, massaging the daemon's scalp mostly to get him to completely relax. he doesn't have anything to say when rokurou speaks about all things coming to an end, because even the erune understands that nothing is ever immortal.

(even though his heart wants what they have to become eternal, he cannot completely deny reality.)

his fingers stop what they're doing when a question is directed to him, an eyebrow raised. ]

Aren't you doing that already?

[ ever since rokurou first found him... their first night together here had been a repeat of their first time ever. ]

You can have all of me, if you wanted. I'm yours to take.

Are you kidding? I've always held back, at least a little bit.

[ Laughter falls gently, feathered into a soft exhale of pleasure from the deft fingers that move across his scalp—and then a little huff of annoyance when they pause. Hedonistic, the daemon wordlessly nudges his head up into Six's palm like a dog begging for more affection. ]

To keep you from running away for good. Like I said, I had to chase you.

[ You can have all of me, if you wanted. I'm yours to take. They're words Rokurou mulls over, quietly contemplating just why Six would allow him so much. No one is more aware of his shortcomings than himself. Selfish, stubborn, contrary. He may be rapacious and try to take take take take whatever he can get ... it still mystifies him whenever someone offers it willingly. When he doesn't have to struggle.

Not having to constantly wrench something out feels—strange. He spent a lifetime chasing after his brother, and now that same feeling comes, the one that bubbled in his chest upon the man's last breath.

Confusing, but not bad. The taste of winning. ]

Mn, should you really be so generous with a daemon? I'm greedy. I'll really take it all if you let me.

[ sometimes, six can't help but compare rokurou to a dog — a needy, affectionate dog that wants all of his attention. it's something that the erune has grown used to from being with the daemon, but it never fails to warm his heart whenever rokurou's actions remind him of such. he huffs in return and yet doesn't deny the daemon what he wants, resuming the gentle massage his fingers had been busy with earlier on.

is it really such a good idea to be so generous with a daemon? the question gives him pause, makes him consider what exactly he just offered for the other man to take. it's all of him, everything that makes six his very being — if rokurou wanted it, he's willing to give it to him. ]

... I meant what I said.

[ without a hint of hesitancy nor doubt. there's no taking it back. ]

I'm yours to take, if you wanted.

[ three simple words and it's still so difficult to say out loud, but even then, he knows rokurou will understand what he's trying to say. ]

You don't have to chase me anymore... I won't run away.

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