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He felt soft, or it could have been just the mattress and the variety of pillows and plush around us that make Blade seem less like the enemy, and more like one big body-pillow wrapped in bandages. Fresh bandages, to be exact, since he replaced the old ones awhile back (I assume so anyway). Doing my best to keep my hands still on his chest, I shift my position a little and focus on the way he’s holding me. His eyes were closed but breathing still controlled, making it pretty obvious he was still awake; his fingers clawed through the ends of the strands of black silk cascading down along my side,letting the very last hairs linger on the tips of his fingers when threading down them. My eyes remained open, still gazing at the man before me. No shirt, pants high enough and bandages covering everything on his chest, then down his lower arms. His hair still a perfect damn mess, so much of a mess I reach out to fix a few strands falling over his eyes.
My fingers stop in their tracks as a small fraction of his eyes open to stare at my fingers.
I stay very, very still, trying to infer silently whether he wanted me to stop or not,like how his fingers did too. But, to my favour, I watch his eyes shut once more and his fingers continue to thread through my hair. I let out a soft chuckle, smiling to myself a bit-finding the act quite humorous-and fixing his hair up a little more before I move back into his embrace properly, getting more comfy against the pillow of his chest before me now. Before I knew it, my eyes shut too.
We collapsed into this bed a bit ago, after a long day strolling in Planetarcadia. Or, just me following him around really. I, at first, thought that he was in a bad mood. Talked less than usual and seemed on edge. Turns out he just dragged me out to cheer me up after I had a rough day prior.
And then back to here. We came back here after I got tired, and the moment my side hit the bed I was knocked out, deep in sleep like a koala bear. And, instead of my arms wrapped around a tree, my arms are wrapped around him instead.
He’s more cuddly than how he looks at first I’ll give him that. And much, much more eager to cuddle too.
It’s strange really, how he’s perceived so differently by me than others. Most look at him, and the first two words that come to mind is ‘a criminal’, while for me and the other Stellaron Hunters just think- ‘It’s Blade.’ But I’m able to understand it, I suppose, why Blade may never seem like anything but a criminal to others, including himself. No matter how much I wish for it to be different to, it won’t really be. Not yet, anyway. But I don’t even find myself looking forward to the day where he might say goodbye for one final time. I suppose that’s just the reality of love, if one could call it that properly anyway.
I prefer this over reality though, so I can just enjoy it before he simmers like ash. In fact, I don't even think I'd want to think about it at all.