☼ ° 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑.
six on the dot every morning, eyes fluttered open to the gentle rays of the sunrise peeking in through dark curtains; giovanni stirred out of habit, stretched out his limbs———a figure was beside him, cold hands resting on his back, golden hair tickling his face where it hid against a shoulder. this skin smelled like aymeric, it felt like his; giovanni would know this flesh ANYWHERE, this hold felt like home. but it couldn’t be. you are dreaming. even in sleep you harm yourself. yet he moved, touched hand to chest & the man beside him did not vanish nor turn to dust in his fingers; he was there, he was real. giovanni jumped, yanked away too quickly.
then he remembered. yesterday, ragged man leaning in his doorway, a hollow shell of the one he’d loved & lost, a bath where touch was flinched away from in habitual fear; don’t touch me. so this was real. relaxing again, giovanni let himself lie back down next to aymeric, fingers stretching to curiously brush hair from his face. like he used to. ❛ apologies, i … i forgot. you startled me. did you … sleep ? ❜
@elucidcte ik i asked You for vampire bf but giovanni kick me
𝚆𝙷𝙾𝙻𝙴 𝙱𝙾𝙳𝚈 𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙳, but not as it had before. that pain would never return, could never return———he had hoped, desperately, that it was so. for the first time in what felt like centuries, aymeric had slept, exhaustion too deep in his bones not to fall into a proper slumber; shared beside his beloved. was he loved, still as readily as he loved the man beside him? the thoughts tugged at his mind, incessantly, when consciousness tore him away from the unfamiliar darkness. though he’d flinched away from giovanni yesterday, he couldn’t help how he gravitated toward him, as if they were meant to mould together———perhaps they were, even after all this time.
resisting the urge to move away again from touch, so used to it inflicting suffering, aymeric gazed up to him. he was still so beautiful, heart-achingly so, the dull feeling making his breath hitch only slightly. ❛ i did, ❜ came his voice, remnants of its previous hoarseness remaining, ❛ is this alright? ❜ it was an inquiry bred from that doubt that latched itself onto the back of his mind, so close to him now, the natural urge of doing so, that he hadn’t stopped to wonder if giovanni had even wanted him there.












