Cain × gn!reader : one in which you two are in a holy place but all you keep thinking about is kissing him again heh
I had no patience with this bc i wanna write about genesis and lottie so....take this unfinished drabble BYE
You lean over his shoulder from behind to take a better look. While a few months ago Cain would have stiffened and recoiled, muttering something about his “personal space,” this Cain does the slightest movement with his head, leaning it to the side for better access. It was small, almost unrecognizable, something you couldn't pinpoint without Cain's hackles rising and you just sounding utterly insane.
So instead you said nothing.
Your eyes focused on the cracked frame, the blank eyes of a saint staring back at you. But you paid no attention, your gaze slightly unfocusing as you steadily inhaled, disguising it as a breath. A mix of warm wood and sweet spices– myrrh. It filled your nose, coating the roof of your tongue down to the back of your throat in its heaviness. You fought every impulsive thought to not turn your head and bury your face in Cain's exposed throat. Instead you refocused your gaze back to the cracked frame- but only for a moment, before your gaze moved back to Cain. A moth to a flame.
“What are we looking at?” You murmur quietly glancing at Cain's profile. From this angle, you could take a closer look at his scar on his lower jaw and the rough jagged line marking his lip. You tried to shift your eyes higher up.
Cain didn't answer for several beats, eyes glued to the cracked frame, lips pursued. An unscarred corner lifted up as his hand found the cross resting against his chest, his thumb playing with the smooth metal; a grounding habit you came to find too endearing, especially after that night when you two were sprawled over your bedroom floor, reading, when one thing had led to another. Cain basically admitted to chains being too overstimulating so he had added his cross to his favourite jacket. You had kissed him that night and had personally felt that jagged line under your own lips. Felt the scar, his lips becoming still, the hands that had grabbed your shoulders and then had hastily pushed you away–
“Are you even listening?” Cain's irritated voice cut through the haze of your thoughts. You lifted your gaze to find his dark gaze focused on you, eyes narrowed in irritation.
“Why waste your breath asking me what I am looking at if you will zone out a second later?” He huffed slowly before moving away from you suddenly, making you feel much colder. You don't see his grip on his cross tightening.
“I am listening.” You murmured as you followed closely behind him. You wanted to be close to him again.
“Hm.” A soft hum left your lips as you watched Cain move to the next frame. His eyes studied the next framed painting of a Saint that you genuinely had no idea of who the hell it could be. Most likely just some old man who did some nice things and suddenly the people decided he was worth praying too.
A flicker of irritation licked at your expression for a beat before your eyes focused on Cain again. He didn't even glance at you, but you knew that he knew that you were actively staring–
“I was thinking you know,” you start off.
“Dont hurt yourself.” Cain responded, his voice smug. He was still not looking at you.
“Ha ha” You murmured dryly, rolling your eyes before you came to stand beside him, this time as opposed behind him. That made him finally glance your way in irritation yet again and that flicker of irritation you felt earlier turned into something warmer.
His dark eyes, usually restless, usually darting away before anyone could catch them lingering, remained fixed on you this time. They were somehow darker in the dim light, slightly softened by the glow filtering through the broken windows. Long lashes cast faint shadows beneath tired eyes that always seemed as though sleep had only ever brushed past him. The thin scar crossing his cheek pulled ever so slightly when he spoke.
This time his expression gave almost nothing away but his voice did. “You are even weirder than usual and that's saying a lot.”
Your eyes stayed glued with his and finally you relented giving a soft private smile as you walked past him, giving him a slight bump when you passed his shoulder.
A beat passed when Cain spoke again this time softer as he glanced at your back now "So what were you thinking?"
"I suddenly forgot..." You hummed softly turning to glance at him, your eyes dipped to his lips once and lifted back up to his eyes. You saw him freeze but paid no attention, this time it was your turn to turn to some framed old man and stare at him in silence. From the corner of your eye you saw Cain shuffle on his feet unsure for beat and too and slowly make his way to you.
"Tell me who this is," You lean closer "I will pay attention this time promise."
Cain glared but did as told.
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