(( short hawasei fic I sped wrote on my phone based off of this: http://berserklordofwindsor.tumblr.com/post/151821518800/his-persistence-is-unrivaled-comic-drawn ))
Seyren sat idly on the floor beside his only cell mate. Through his gaze he saw what he recognized as blatant fear through the blacksmith's eyes. He didn't blame the man for feeling a bit anxious, as he too felt similar when he first endured the welcoming hell Regenschirm had put him through. He lost track of time of how long he had been kept at the facilities, and it was to the point where his mind had eventually became numb to everything that was happening around him. Seyren no longer possessed the fear he once had of what would become of him. It was now replaced by a protective shell of emptiness in attempt to protect himself from the harsh reality that his fate was sealed for the worst. From what he could gather, the chances of someone finding him or any of the other prisoners on time were slim. He therefore had no remaining hopes for a lost cause after the first couple of months had passed. Despite this, he still felt concerned for Howard's well-being with a strong sympathy. It only reminded him of his futile attempts to protect others from Rekenber's clutches. Now with the blacksmith at his side, there wasn't a whole lot that he could do for him even if he had wished for otherwise.
His hand subconsciously slid forward, the sound of dragging chains breaking the deafening silence of the room. Howard took notice of this immediately, his body flinching when he suddenly felt Seyren's hand rest on top of his as if not knowing how to react to it. In a place like this, human contact just felt so surreal to him. Was the swordsman trying to comfort him? The blacksmith slowly turned his hand over and his fingers wrapped themselves around Seyren's hand to hold tightly.
" You know, I don't normally hold hands with other dudes but I think I can make an exception.." Howard said this almost cheekily, but it was with an unusual lightheartedness that made the swordsman grin.
"Well I'm sure there's a first time for everything. It's anything but a strange gesture."
Howard suddenly felt a bit embarrassed, mainly because he had never really seen the swordsman smile up until this point. When he first met Seyren he seemed completely lackluster. His eyes looked lifeless and he talked in a serious manner that seemed to bring the atmosphere down along with him. Over time however, the swordsman gradually became more open towards him and would talk more and more about casual things. The blacksmith found himself enjoying their conversations to say the least and he felt grateful that he didn't have to be alone through all this. But for how long would something like this last? He wondered.
Seyren's time at the facilities would soon expire before his, and that thought alone scared him. One day Seyren would be taken from his cell to never return. He's seen it happen to some of the others and he never saw them again. There was no telling what exactly happens to them afterwards, but he didn't want to delve too deeply into it. Every time the swordsman was taken from the room for experimentation and returned, his state of being regressed. Even if Seyren said he was fine, he knew there was no way he really could be, yet here he was being comforted by him when it really should have been the other way around.
The swordsman glanced over curiously at hearing his name being called, and as he did so, Howard's face immediately came into view. Before he could say anything in response, he felt the light pressure of the blacksmith's lips against his own and his eyes widened slightly in surprise. The sheer act of it made him feel slightly strange , but it wasn't because it was unpleasant or anything. He did however feel a growing pain in his chest as Howard kissed him and could only wonder what the other man was thinking exactly. He personally had never been kissed before, and for him it was no gesture to be taken lightly. Seyren eventually reciprocated knowing this, his head tilting as he accepted the blacksmith willingly. Howard could feel the heat rise in his face when the swordsman kissed him back. He didn't expect Seyren to actually act upon it. He was just being selfish after all, yet the swordsman didn't seem to mind.
By the time he pulled away , Seyren looked up at him and smiled and the blacksmith suddenly felt embarrassed again.
" ..You're taking this a little too damn well , it's really giving me the jeebies-" Howard scratched the back of his head rather sheepishly.
" Well, it's not as if it's unusual or anything. Must I have an excuse to find something pleasant for once?"
He was honestly glad to hear that the swordsman didn't dislike it. He didn't really know what came over him at the time, but he just really wanted to kiss Seyren at least once before it became regrettable. Even if he was afraid, he wanted to be able to protect what was left of the swordsman before he was reduced to nothing. He then wondered how much time either of them had left, whether or not someone would come and save them. He was only here for his own stupid and selfish reasons, but Seyren on the other hand, he didn't belong here. He didn't deserve to be in a place like this for the selfless things he's done.
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