Dhaos Laser!

He actually manages to get some down this time, before coughing and leaning against the other in exhaustion.

"So you’re an angel then…" He says, almost sounding amused. "I’m not…" There seems like there might be more to that thought but…he trails off and his eyes fall closed. Pitiful indeed. If Cress were half aware of what was going on he’d be mortified. Fortunately, the only thing he’s aware of is the ache and discomfort of his fever, and the soft fabric of Dhaos’ cloak as he starts to drift off once more.

He puts the glass back on the nightstand, and puts his arm around Cress, glancing down when the other rests his head on his shoulder. He hesitates, but he reaches up with his hand and gently—carefully, as if he was worried Cress would freak out, but that didn't make sense considering the state he was in—runs his fingers through his hair.

It seems that Cress had finally settled down again. Hopefully he'd sleep until Mint got back, whenever that would be. Still...he wonders what he was going to say before he trailed off.

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"Oh, Cress, please stop. You're too attractive."

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"Mint went out to find herbs," he tells him. "To help you get better. She’ll be back soon."

He returns to his spot on the bed, already tired of standing. He glances over, concerned that Cress went so silent so fast, even though that’s what he was trying to get the whole...

He helps Cress sit without a word--he couldn't even bring himself to be annoyed right now. This was almost pitiful. He raises the glass to Cress's mouth yet again and helps him drink, tilting the glass slowly so the water didn't rush forward and splash his face.

"I'm not here to torment you," he insists, trying to sound reassuring. "I'm here to help you get better."

#mustardandcress #going into nsfw territory

He opens his eyes a little more to look at him, though it’s clear he’s still confused by what he sees.

"Wh-where’s…where’s Mint?" He wanted to ask where his mother was, but if Dhaos was here…well, he already knew - even if the fever in his head blocked the details. He knew she wasn’t here. The thought made his eyes water, though he didn’t particularly know why or even notice really.

"Mint went out to find herbs," he tells him. "To help you get better. She'll be back soon."

He returns to his spot on the bed, already tired of standing. He glances over, concerned that Cress went so silent so fast, even though that's what he was trying to get the whole time, and...Was he crying?

He just stares at the blonde, vaguely surprised, and not really sure what to do. So he reaches over and resumes stroking his hair again, like he had earlier.

He starts to get light-headed, before remembering to breathe through his nose this time. He pushes Dhaos towards the dresser, trying not to break the kiss. What he lacks in practice he makes up for in enthusiasm, apparently.

One hand stays tangled in his hair, the other presses against his chest, careful to avoid the scar.

He willingly lets Cress back him up, and he breaks the kiss when he bumps into the dresser so he could pull the blonde's shirt over his head. He deposits it on the dresser and pulls him back in for another kiss, nipping at his lower lip.

He grips Cress's hips with his hands, and he breaks the kiss, only to drag his mouth along his neck.

"Take care of…" He trails off, his head lolling to the side, one eye still slightly open. It looks like he’s trying to watch Dhaos, but it doesn’t looking like he’s seeing him.

"You’re here to haunt me now…it’s…what I get….I guess…" He mumbles, before closing his eye, his voice turning into a weak whine. "You’re too bright…"

He can't help but smile at that, and he gets up, going to pull the curtains slightly closed. It helped block out the sun slightly, since Cress insisted on keeping his eyes open.

He goes back to the bed and looks down at him. Haunt him...? He was genuinely convinced that he was still dead, and it was kind of...sad.

He doesn’t say yes or no. He just reaches up and takes Dhaos’ face in his hands, kissing him.

He supposed that was enough of a yes for Dhaos.

A small noise escapes his throat as his hands creep around to tangle in the taller man’s hair. He presses himself against him, regretting his decision to put on a shirt.

So much for being safe.

He makes a surprised noise when Cress kisses him. He didn't expect him to be this forward about it. He responds eagerly, though, the hand he had held Cress's face with fell to his hip, slipping up under his shirt to touch his skin there.

He pulls him closer, despite the fact that there isn't much room left between them, and deepens the kiss. He needs more contact--a lot more, and the first thing he was going to do was get rid of that shirt Cress pointlessly put on.

He shudders and coughs “Why—why are you doing this…?”

He tries to open his eyes, and manages to get them to stay in flickering slits, watching the yellow blur that is his caretaker.

For a moment, he thinks it’s an angel sitting beside him, the way his blond hair surrounds him like sunlight. The fever was definitely getting to him.

He suppresses a sigh. Of course Cress would be ten times more stubborn than usual when he was sick.

"I'm doing this because you're sick, and you need someone to take care of you." He knows his tone is tense, but it was a stupid question.

"You need to rest so you can get better, Cress." He puts the rag back in the bowl and resumes brushing the blonde's hair with his hand. "So stop talking already."

"Good?" He sighs, a humorless smile forming on his lips as he rests his head against Dhaos’ chest. He was so tall, and looked so out of place in the modest home they’d built. Was any of this ever going to feel right, or normal?

His hands drift to the other’s waist and remain there. Really, what was the point in not touching him now? They were past the point of no return the second Cress had kissed him back the first time. “I guess that’s easy for you to say…since you don’t remember.”

When your memories come back, if they come back, you’ll hate me. After all, I’m just like everybody else.

"I don’t think you’d say that if you did…" He mumbles. What Dhaos saw in him, or what he wanted from him, Cress could hardly comprehend. But he knew for a fact, whatever those feelings were, they’d disappear if the other ever regained the missing part of himself. Or at least, he almost hoped they would. He’d hate for Dhaos to be feeling this confusion or guilt that clouded his own mind, after all.

Not wanting Dhaos to be in pain…now that was a desire he’d have to get used to. Was it even possible for him to make Dhaos happy?

He lifts Cress's head to look at him again. "Have a little faith in me." He smiles, and it's not like his usual smirk.

"Don't get caught up in what would happen if I got my memories back and what wouldn't happen," he continues, bumping his forehead gently against Cress's. "I don't hold what you did against you, and I don't think I would even if I remember what happened."

He rubs his thumb gently across Cress's cheek, liking how his skin felt. "Can I kiss you again?"

"Remember…" He mumbles something after, unintelligible to the other, before tensing again "Ngh…"

His mind was still clouded, but he remembered Dhaos’ hatred that mirrored his own. Dhaos had hated him, and had every right to. Feelings like that don’t just go away or change. It’s probably why fighting felt so natural, because deep down they both knew that they in fact hated each other, and always would.

But then…why was he taking care of him like this?

"You would if…you remembered…"

Would he...? Cress seems to know him better than he knew himself, so maybe he would hate him. He isn't particularly fond of the blonde as it was. He finds him loud and annoying, and his temper was very off-putting. But he didn't hate him.

"Don't let it trouble you now, Cress." He says finally. He soaks the rag again and wrings it out, before resuming the process of wiping sweat off of Cress's face.

What else could he say to him? The teen was delusional--he might not even remember this when he's better. So he tries his hardest to ease his mind as best as he could.