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Fang averted his gaze as silence filled the space between him and Sora. He already regretted asking such a question, but these were things they had never really talked about and he was curious. For a split second he felt something so dark, so chilling, grab his heart. A feeling he knew all too well, and yet, it felt different. Like a sensation that didn't belong to him. (Sora.) Fang was already reaching for him, ready to apologize, but stopped himself. [ “I’d want whoever did it brought to justice."] Fang listened closely, hearing Sora's honest response. Even he wasn't sure what he'd do. What he was capable of. However, he didn't expect the human to shift the topic. [ “But let me ask you something. If you were dying… would you want me to die too? Would you want me to throw my life away trying to follow you?”] Fang stared up at him, his body tensing as the mere thought of Sora throwing his life away shook him to his very core. [ “Because if it were me, I wouldn’t want that for you. I’d want you to keep living. To keep fighting. To not give up on yourself just because I wasn’t there.”] Fang felt chills run down his body. Dispite Sora's voice being so gentle, his words wounded him. He had his answer. Sora was too kind...too loving to be tainted by him. Its what drew Fang too him...his firey spirit...his gentle touch. But he could never tell him. Fang wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice himself for Sora, but the human wasn't allowed to do the same for him. Werewolves live long lives and Fang had already experienced so much in this life time, he had walked a million miles, becoming versions of himself that he didn't recognize. He had killed people. Men. Women. Children. His life wasn't as valuable compared to Sora's. He had never inflicted harm on others, and his desire to give back, help animals that didnt have a voice, do something good, it was far more noble then anything he could do. And if Sora were to die...he'd join him. He wouldn't be able to fulfill his request. Telling him to live on with out him, was just too cruel. What he feared most...was being alone again. Before the tension could become even more unbearable, Sora did what he did best, change the subject. Already trying to pull him out of the darkness that was encroaching upon him. Telling him that this was all just hypothetical and they weren't going to lose each other. Kind words...but they held little turth, because neither of them could predict the future. Fang tired to listen, needing a distraction. A small smile appearing on his face as Sora boasted confidently about his fighting skills and how to knock out any opponent. His humor was deliberate, an attempt to cheer him up. Just another reason why he loved him. [ “Did that answer your question, or do you need me to prove I’m not all talk?”] "You might need to prove it to me~" He whispered seeing that smug look on his face. Of course Sora wasn't swayed, claiming he knew how to defend himself. [ “Want me to knock some sense into you before bed?” ] Fang bit his lip, a hand running through Sora's hair. "You can try." He challenged. Matching his crooked grin. [“I could use the practice.”] "Bring it on," he whispered. Fang closed the distance, pulling Sora into a kiss, his hands wrapping around his body firmly. A silent promise to stay by his side. _______________________________ [ “If this is easier for you, then I’m okay with it.”] Asta let out a sigh of relief that he didnt even know he had and his anxiousness turned into happiness. A small smile pulling at his lips but to his suprise, Leon continued. While writing seemed easier for him, it was the opposite for Leon. [" I’m used to saying things to you when I can see you. I like knowing how my words affect you right away. If I say something wrong, I can fix it. With a letter… I can’t do that.”] Asta hadn't realized that Leon put so much care into how he communicated with him. That he studied him so well to the point where the slightest expression or twitch on his face gave him answers to things even Asta didn't fully understand. Did Leon know him...better then he knew himself? Could Asta say the same about Leon? "Oh.." [“But I don’t want you feeling like you can’t tell me things. If writing helps you say what’s on your mind, then I want to read it. And I’ll write one too,” ] Was there nothing Leon wouldn't do for him? Sure...writing a letter seemed like a simple request, but Asta felt like there was more to it. To them and their relationship. Despite everything that happened, Leon remained by his side with unwavering devotion...was it wrong to keep asking for things? Right now Asta couldn't help but feel like their relationship was one sided... that feeling of unworthiness seeping into him. [“Even if I have to stare at a blank page for an hour. But I’m okay with it.”] Asta chuckled. "It's ok...its more for me. I just thought it'd be less awkward if you gave me a letter too.." Asta voice was soft but honest as he stared at the ground. "I'm not good w-with words." He had a tendency to blurt things out without thinking and stumble on his words. A side effect of being nervous. A side effect of being flustered. A side effect of being in love. He blushed feeling Leon touch him. He bit his lip as the shape shifter pulled him close. It happened so swiftly that he didn't really have time to react. Now the two of them were practically cuddling on the couch with his back pressed firmly against Leon's chest. Leon already had his arms wrapped around him...putting him in a cage that he didnt want to escape from. He melted into his touch, a hand gripping Leon's wrist as he relaxed into his body. The warmth that now surrounded him was familiar and comforting. He could feel Leon's chin resting on his shoulder, the sound of him breathing was oddly soothing and sighly arousing. ( He's so close..) [ “So… This doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to say things out loud, right?”] Asta was distracted, there wasn't anything sexual about the way Leon was holding him, or how his thumb moved across his stomach in absent patterns...and yet Asta found himself yearning for more. Finding everything about this moment pleasant. "w-what do you..m-mean," he muttered. His eyes watching Leon's thumb. [ “Like: when you asked to come back here with me. My mind was going all kinds of ways”] Asta averted his gaze, his heart beating faster now that Leon was holding him. He played dumb... "l-like what..." [ "Honestly it caught me off guard, In a good way.”] Asta tensed feeling Leon's nose brush his neck. Was he always this sensitive? Or was it because they hadn't been this close in a long time? Or was he reacting this way simply because it was Leon touching him? Even now...his body still remembered him... "Q-quit teasing me.." [ “I kept thinking about how you chose to come here with me. I was nervous, I admit, but also very happy.”] He gently squeezed him, causing Asta to blush even more. His ears even started to turn a soft shade of pink. "..m...me too.." Leon whispered in his ear. Telling him that he didn't have to overthink everything and that if he ever wanted to come over again, all he had to do was simply say it. He nodded once, his body instinctively reacting to ever little thing Leon did. At thing point Asta wondered if he even had control over his body anymore. This was part of the reason why he had been avoiding Leon for so long... Leon had a way of causing his body to react in ways he never imagined. It wasnt just his looks, but his voice, scent, and touch that could drive him crazy. He could be furious with him one moment, and with a few gentle words, a slight touch, and a breathless kiss, all would be forgiven. [ “Letters are fine, I will write it.”] "Y-you don--" [ “But that doesn’t mean I'm shutting my mouth off."] ( N-no..) Asta turned his head and planted a quick kiss on Leon's cheek. It was sudden but it took alot of courage. He didnt make eye contact with Leon but he did his best to sound cool as he spoke. "I-...I would never want that. " Leon would sometimes say the wildest and lewdest things...but Asta loved that about him. (Though he'd never admit it) He loved how nothing seemed to embarrass him. How he was happy and proud to be with him. He sighed, immediately placing his hand over Leon's face, he didnt want to see his reaction much less show him how much he was blushing. Those blue eyes of his were dangerous...if he wasn't careful he'd be swayed away by them. "Im hot.." he muttered. "Your too close." A obvious lie, but it was the only thing he could come up with. Any longer and Leon would break through any and all his defenses. @M-jow