ᅠ ˟ᅠ𝕯𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐘𝐄

ᅠ ᅠI don't want your admiration , I want your fear . ᅠ

i need to get away from this place.

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ㅤ it takes so long for him to join chamber on the bed that the sentinel nearly gave up and curl back around himself. " i'm cold, " he murmurs simply in answer, staying under the blanket, still, eyes drooping. he's exhausted as well, really. ㅤ

ㅤ what greets him beneath said blanket is his mirror, staring up at him with wide eyes, a bandaged forehead and a, mostly, bandaged torso. chamber stares for a moment but, eventually, moves back to give his mirror some room. ㅤ

ㅤ peeking from underneath the blanket when he hears the flapping of his clothes, immediately covering his face as soon as their eyes meet. hmp. curls unto a ball with a slight wince. ah. he moved to fast... " stay here tonight. " he mutters from under the blanket. ㅤ

ㅤ " i don't suppose i look all that energetic to you after a month of... that. " he doesn't even know how to describe it. shirt is taken off, tossed to the foot of the bed followed by pants, leaving only his boxers on. the bed smells so good... ㅤ

ㅤ that smile of his was the most unnerving of all and vincent was damn sure his mirror knew. still... he knows the importance he has to deadeye as well. perhaps he can abuse that if only for today. " hm. sure. " as soon as they arrive, vincent is quick to the bed. ㅤ

ㅤ " i was simply making sure, " the sentinel mutters, not looking the other's way. " i know what you like to do, don't pretend that i don't. " he mutters. quietly follows the other along towards his room, keeping close. ㅤ

ㅤ anything. " he's too injured to do their... usual activities... in deadeye's room. ㅤ

ㅤ eyes burning onto the floor beneath them, feeling deadeye's gaze on him. the touch tickles his skin and he doesn't know if he wants to pull away or lean in. in the end, the latter wins; body, begrudging and unsure, taking a step back. ㅤ

ㅤ was it so bad for him to seek the first familiar face he can find, no matter what type of " affection " he's given .ᐣ vincent turns his body a little towards the other, eyes averted, refusing to meet his face. like a cat seeking affection but not wanting to ask. ㅤ

ㅤ normally, he'd move away, but... god, it's been months. somehow, the cold was comforting more than anything else. he doesn't reply to the comment, only looking away. still... he leans closer to the other, as if to say he didn't mind the touch. ㅤ

ㅤ frowns; half hearted. for some reason——for some damn reason, he still felt so much relief at the sight of his mirror. " ... congratulations for stating the obvious, " he mutters, rubbing his bandaged arm lightly. ㅤ

ㅤ sharp gasp——back arching away from the finger before whipping his head back with wide eyes. oh——it's him. ㅤ

𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒍𝒃𝒐𝒘𝒔 . . .