[ It hurts to have the material against his face, and he hisses between his teeth as his eyes squeeze shut. It's a sweet gesture though and he doesn't push Baby's hand away, just lets him apply pressure and soak up the blood into the fabric. ]
You're going to ruin your sweater...
[ His voice is quiet but strained, fingers gently squeezing Baby's hip, his free hand groping to smooth strands of bright hair away from Baby's face. His stomach dips under the touch, muscles fluttering under his fingertips. It feels good, and maybe it's just Baby playing with his food but Romance basks in it, looses a shaky exhale and swallows, Adam's apple bobbing.
It's with shaky fingers he moves to stroke Baby's cheek, soft and repetitive, swallowing another sob. Get it together, Romance. ]
[and baby doesn't pull away, knowing full-well that it hurts, but it aches even more in his chest if he just leaves it this way. he can feel his sleeve growing damp, the sensation one that makes his stomach roil, though he keeps the pressure firm and steady, trying to ignore the sting of his tears.]
I don't give a fuck, Ro. I can get another sweater... [he can't get another person like romance.
baby breathes a thready, shaking sigh and it's like the dam bursts; tears stream down his cheeks and he just lets them flow freely, his shoulders trembling, the touch of his hand on romance's stomach faltering briefly. he flattens his palm against it, moves up along his chest and presses against his sternum, the pressure warm and constant, his breath quickening somewhat as the grief finally sinks in.
with no hesitation at all, he leans into romance's hand and nuzzles against him, eventually turning to kiss his palm, the motion soft and unrestrained.]
I already have, [he murmurs, trying to keep his voice from wavering, even if it's extremely difficult to do so.]
[ His eyes slip closed and they stay that way, breathes in and out, steadying himself. Baby is all he has. They may not have been overly close before, but they were still friends, he liked to think.
His emotions are thick in his chest, and when Baby kisses his palm Romance exhales a quiet sigh, relief flooding his body, easing tense muscle. ]
We’re alright, [ he murmurs, thumbing Baby’s cheek, smoothing his tears. ]
We’re alright, darling.
[ He won’t ever use it again when they argue, but he says it now and there’s meaning behind it, intent. Softness and forgiveness, gentleness sprinkled with affection.
He slides his arms around Baby, staying still, letting the material soak up his blood. ]
[they were friends and hopefully still will be after all of this is said and done. it seems to be okay? they've apologized, they're comforting one another, baby's helping staunch the bloodflow of the lacerations on romance's cheek rather than just letting him bleed all over the both of them like he had been moments ago. (there's still blood on his face from where it had dripped, mixed with romance's tears, staining his skin and—)
it brings forth another shameful sensation, but romance says they're alright and brushes his cheek so gently, it's impossible not to believe him.
darling. the nickname had pissed him off before, though that had been because it was as if romance was using it as an insult instead of words of affection. now, it makes his heart settle a little in his chest, warmth blooming from his ribs and outward, spreading down and heating him from the inside out.]
We're alright, [baby repeats it, like saying it too will help the words sink in better.
he turns after romance's arms move around him, his face nuzzling into romance's neck again, a quiet sigh passing his lips before he lifts up and withdraws his sleeve-covered hand, making sure the wound has stopped leaking before lowering it to rest above romance's shoulder for balance.]
It's probably fine. [maybe bruised, maybe sporting a bump in the particular spot where his head hit the floor the few times romance slammed him down, but...] If you really want to, though, you can.
[ His face may well bear the marks of Baby's sharp claws forever, but he isn't upset. Nothing...really matters anymore. And maybe it's fitting, a scar left by someone he cares about - visible this time. He can’t be angry, not anymore, either; the rage is gone, burned up, body a hollowed out husk. All that’s left is raw ache, the need to stay here just like this.
Romance shifts slightly beneath him, not enough to disturb the moment, just enough to slide an arm higher up Baby’s back. His fingertips move in slow circles at the nape of his neck, brushing the edge of his hairline before trailing upward, delicate and exploratory. He maps out what he can reach, careful and reverent - he doesn't want to hurt him further.
What he really wants is to sit up, to really look at the damage he caused, but that would mean disrupting this fragile moment between them, and he’s selfish enough to want to stay wrapped in it a little longer.
His other hand lifts to cradle Baby’s jaw, thumb brushing just beneath his eye. There’s blood all over both of them, but he doesn’t care. ]
[which is exactly part of why baby feels bad; he ruined romance's pretty face and all for what? a stupid remark about— fuck, he can't even remember right now, too wrapped up in making sure romance is okay. as much as he'd like to think he's just a husk of a person, his stupid feelings and heart do weird things that remind him he's still very much alive despite huntrix's attempts. it makes him want to pull away from romance, curl up into a tight little ball and try to ignore all the emotions flooding his chest— but he's far too selfish to let him go now. they started this together, they'll finish it together.
although it's instinctive to try and hold romance still, baby lets him move, doing his best to steady his breathing, to stop the flow of tears that continuously pour down his cheeks. the gentle motion of romance's hand helps, at least; it coaxes him into relaxing further, his body slackening against the other demon's, the tip of his tongue darting out past his lips to lick a short, wet line up the side of romance's neck.
if romance really did want to sit up and get a better look, he wouldn't stop him, per se, but he would probably urge him back down almost immediately afterward, that way he could keep doing what he's doing right now. he wants to be a distraction, to pull them away from what happened and focus on something else entirely, even if there's no denying the way his head aches.
he tilts into romance's hand without hesitation, exhaling a slow, measured sigh, then he moves his hand to take hold of the one romance is using to touch his head, guiding it to the spot that hurts the most.]
[ He sweeps Baby's tears away gently, heart squeezing in his chest. It feels like his heart has been put in a vice, tight and unyielding, the pressure almost too much to bear.
Baby's tongue on his neck drags out a shiver, a soft and shaky exhale from his lips. ]
Shh, love. [ He murmurs as they move, as Baby takes his hand and guides him. His touch stays gentle, careful against the back of Baby's head, moving over until he pauses, expression regretful, ashamed. ]
There's a bump, yes. I'm sorry. [ The breath he takes in is shaky, his eyes closing. His face feels tight from where blood has dried, his fingertips on Baby's face damp with tears. His arm tightens around Baby's body, fingers curling into his sweater. ] I'm...so sorry.
[lucky for baby, as romance wipes the tears away, no more follow. somehow, he manages to stop them, both of his hands moving to rub up and down romance's sides while he rests against him.
the shiver makes him tense, his hands twisting up in romance's shirt, probably a little harder than need be, but he doesn't stop and he doesn't let go. if anything, he wants to get closer, but he only way he knows how to do that is...
he huffs, trying to ignore the way the pet name makes his chest ache, his hand still slowly guiding romance's before it lowers again and he reaches up underneath romance's top, dragging his fingertips across his body from collarbone to hip. he gently shakes his head, trying to fight back the sting of tears again, his throat working with some effort as he pushes himself upright so he can look down at the other demon.]
It's alright, [he reassures, leaning to rest their foreheads together, his breath coming in another soft sigh. pressing into romance's gentle touch is so easy now, he doesn't understand why he wanted to feel it hurt him before. his thumbs hook the fabric of romance's shirt, hiking it up to rest underneath his chin, his head dipping so he can start pressing featherlight kisses against his chest.] Don't worry about it, okay? [because he isn't and he's trying his damnedest to not think about what he did to romance's face, distracting himself with other things instead.]
[that's good, it's exactly what he wants to do: distract them from their fight and the fact they hurt each other. romance is making it a little more difficult than necessary, but that's fine, too.]
Mmhmm.
[just a hum of a response, his mouth moving along romance's collarbones, slowly dragging down his sternum then veering off as he leans to find one of romance's nipples and takes it between his lips. he teases with his tongue first, licking over the sensitive skin before gingerly biting down, his hands skimming along romance's sides, fingertips gliding slowly across each bump of his ribs.
he exhales a heavy breath against romance's chest and lifts his head just enough to look up at him, the hand between his shoulderblades a pleasant pressure as he runs his hands over romance's hips, his fingers dipping into the waistband of his pants.]
You're important to me, too. [baby drags his mouth somewhat lower, shifting his position as he goes, his tongue eventually flicking out again to run across romance's navel, one hand lowering to press between his legs.] Let me show you. [which is all he offers before he drops more kisses against romance's stomach, drifting down to his hip while palming him through his pants.]
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You're going to ruin your sweater...
[ His voice is quiet but strained, fingers gently squeezing Baby's hip, his free hand groping to smooth strands of bright hair away from Baby's face. His stomach dips under the touch, muscles fluttering under his fingertips. It feels good, and maybe it's just Baby playing with his food but Romance basks in it, looses a shaky exhale and swallows, Adam's apple bobbing.
It's with shaky fingers he moves to stroke Baby's cheek, soft and repetitive, swallowing another sob. Get it together, Romance. ]
Forgive me. Please.
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I don't give a fuck, Ro. I can get another sweater... [he can't get another person like romance.
baby breathes a thready, shaking sigh and it's like the dam bursts; tears stream down his cheeks and he just lets them flow freely, his shoulders trembling, the touch of his hand on romance's stomach faltering briefly. he flattens his palm against it, moves up along his chest and presses against his sternum, the pressure warm and constant, his breath quickening somewhat as the grief finally sinks in.
with no hesitation at all, he leans into romance's hand and nuzzles against him, eventually turning to kiss his palm, the motion soft and unrestrained.]
I already have, [he murmurs, trying to keep his voice from wavering, even if it's extremely difficult to do so.]
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His emotions are thick in his chest, and when Baby kisses his palm Romance exhales a quiet sigh, relief flooding his body, easing tense muscle. ]
We’re alright, [ he murmurs, thumbing Baby’s cheek, smoothing his tears. ]
We’re alright, darling.
[ He won’t ever use it again when they argue, but he says it now and there’s meaning behind it, intent. Softness and forgiveness, gentleness sprinkled with affection.
He slides his arms around Baby, staying still, letting the material soak up his blood. ]
I want to look at your head.
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it brings forth another shameful sensation, but romance says they're alright and brushes his cheek so gently, it's impossible not to believe him.
darling. the nickname had pissed him off before, though that had been because it was as if romance was using it as an insult instead of words of affection. now, it makes his heart settle a little in his chest, warmth blooming from his ribs and outward, spreading down and heating him from the inside out.]
We're alright, [baby repeats it, like saying it too will help the words sink in better.
he turns after romance's arms move around him, his face nuzzling into romance's neck again, a quiet sigh passing his lips before he lifts up and withdraws his sleeve-covered hand, making sure the wound has stopped leaking before lowering it to rest above romance's shoulder for balance.]
It's probably fine. [maybe bruised, maybe sporting a bump in the particular spot where his head hit the floor the few times romance slammed him down, but...] If you really want to, though, you can.
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Romance shifts slightly beneath him, not enough to disturb the moment, just enough to slide an arm higher up Baby’s back. His fingertips move in slow circles at the nape of his neck, brushing the edge of his hairline before trailing upward, delicate and exploratory. He maps out what he can reach, careful and reverent - he doesn't want to hurt him further.
What he really wants is to sit up, to really look at the damage he caused, but that would mean disrupting this fragile moment between them, and he’s selfish enough to want to stay wrapped in it a little longer.
His other hand lifts to cradle Baby’s jaw, thumb brushing just beneath his eye. There’s blood all over both of them, but he doesn’t care. ]
Tell me where it hurts.
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although it's instinctive to try and hold romance still, baby lets him move, doing his best to steady his breathing, to stop the flow of tears that continuously pour down his cheeks. the gentle motion of romance's hand helps, at least; it coaxes him into relaxing further, his body slackening against the other demon's, the tip of his tongue darting out past his lips to lick a short, wet line up the side of romance's neck.
if romance really did want to sit up and get a better look, he wouldn't stop him, per se, but he would probably urge him back down almost immediately afterward, that way he could keep doing what he's doing right now. he wants to be a distraction, to pull them away from what happened and focus on something else entirely, even if there's no denying the way his head aches.
he tilts into romance's hand without hesitation, exhaling a slow, measured sigh, then he moves his hand to take hold of the one romance is using to touch his head, guiding it to the spot that hurts the most.]
Here... Do you feel anything?
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Baby's tongue on his neck drags out a shiver, a soft and shaky exhale from his lips. ]
Shh, love. [ He murmurs as they move, as Baby takes his hand and guides him. His touch stays gentle, careful against the back of Baby's head, moving over until he pauses, expression regretful, ashamed. ]
There's a bump, yes. I'm sorry. [ The breath he takes in is shaky, his eyes closing. His face feels tight from where blood has dried, his fingertips on Baby's face damp with tears. His arm tightens around Baby's body, fingers curling into his sweater. ] I'm...so sorry.
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the shiver makes him tense, his hands twisting up in romance's shirt, probably a little harder than need be, but he doesn't stop and he doesn't let go. if anything, he wants to get closer, but he only way he knows how to do that is...
he huffs, trying to ignore the way the pet name makes his chest ache, his hand still slowly guiding romance's before it lowers again and he reaches up underneath romance's top, dragging his fingertips across his body from collarbone to hip. he gently shakes his head, trying to fight back the sting of tears again, his throat working with some effort as he pushes himself upright so he can look down at the other demon.]
It's alright, [he reassures, leaning to rest their foreheads together, his breath coming in another soft sigh. pressing into romance's gentle touch is so easy now, he doesn't understand why he wanted to feel it hurt him before. his thumbs hook the fabric of romance's shirt, hiking it up to rest underneath his chin, his head dipping so he can start pressing featherlight kisses against his chest.] Don't worry about it, okay? [because he isn't and he's trying his damnedest to not think about what he did to romance's face, distracting himself with other things instead.]
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Baby…
[ The word catches in his throat as Baby touches him, hikes his stupid shirt up and lets his lips skim over Romance’s body. ]
Of course I’m going to worry about it, [ his voice is strained, and with Abby doing what he’s doing, Romance’s cock can’t help but twitch.
Not NOW, he internally scolds himself, his hand sliding so gently down Baby’s neck to his back, resting between his shoulder blades. ]
You are very important to me, darling.
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Mmhmm.
[just a hum of a response, his mouth moving along romance's collarbones, slowly dragging down his sternum then veering off as he leans to find one of romance's nipples and takes it between his lips. he teases with his tongue first, licking over the sensitive skin before gingerly biting down, his hands skimming along romance's sides, fingertips gliding slowly across each bump of his ribs.
he exhales a heavy breath against romance's chest and lifts his head just enough to look up at him, the hand between his shoulderblades a pleasant pressure as he runs his hands over romance's hips, his fingers dipping into the waistband of his pants.]
You're important to me, too. [baby drags his mouth somewhat lower, shifting his position as he goes, his tongue eventually flicking out again to run across romance's navel, one hand lowering to press between his legs.] Let me show you. [which is all he offers before he drops more kisses against romance's stomach, drifting down to his hip while palming him through his pants.]