vercettl:
quiet nights in the vercetti residence weren’t necessarily a—— rarity, but with the near constant familiars that made their way through his doors on a regular basis, they probably should’ve been counted as such. after all, with charlie boasting the biggest home within their group of friends, it was the obvious choice to make his place their choice haunting. so no, it wasn’t uncommon to have the place all to himself but still, unusual, if not a bit… lonely. because even with the harsh reminder that their lives didn’t revolve around charlie singularly, and that they were all adults with other friends and places to be, the same sombre air was what set his mood for the night. with dinner passing as a simple box of takeout he didn’t bother to finish, and his evening recreation resulting in him settling down with a book he couldn’t focus on, and a cuppa with the leaves over steeped, everything just felt off. not wrong, per se, but just, not right.
lingering under his skin until the words simply blurred to incomprehensible lines before his eyes and his tea turned cold in the evening air, it wasn’t until a knock echoed throughout the quiet that charlie snapped from his thoughts. almost second guessing as he tried to reason whether the knock was actually real, or a pathetic plead of desperation from his imagination. what greeted him on the other side of the door only made him wish it had been. after all, no one, absolutely no one would’ve been happy to see their significant far more bloody than any person had any right to be, looking far more beaten down emotionally even in comparison to the bruises blooming across the side of their face. kit was, to put it plainly—— a mess, and charlie couldn’t tell whether it was anger or horror that coated his face.
❛ bloody hell. ❜ with his voice tipping more towards horror, and a quiet thought in the back of his mind unhelpfully chiming in to suggest that this was probably why kit hadn’t been answering any of their texts throughout the night, there was nearly too much to say, and none of the right words seemed to come out. ❛ baby —— what the hell happened. fuck just. forget the fucking shirt, c’mere, c’mon. ❜ arms open even as the medical professional in him itched for any of the first aid kits located under every sink in his apartment, the worried, ridiculously in love boyfriend in him won out all too easily as he caved to give the younger whatever it was they felt they needed, especially if it was as simply of a something as a goddamned hug.
kit instinctively tried for what they hoped was a convincing smile, but its viability faded almost instantly as their lips twisted into a pained grimace. the expression undoubtedly didn’t assist their request for charlie not to freak out, but what had they expected walking into his house looking the way they did? a band-aid and a pat on the back? “ i mean, shit, you should know better than ayone, ” they said, miraculously having managed to keep their tone light. “ i’m annoying as fuck. can ya’ really blame 'em? i’d punch the shit outta me too. ”
even though the hug was by their request, kit hesitated before almost reluctantly stepping into their boyfriend’s embrace. “ m’sorry, ” they mumbled against his shirt. soreness aside, there was always something comforting about being in charlie’s arms and this time was no different. and had it not felt as though their entire head was going to explode, they could have stayed in this safety net for the rest of the night without complaint. it was the reminder that their face was swelling, skin had most likely taken on a hideous color and they’d only used gas station paper towels paired with the back of their sleeve to clean up that prompted them to pull away.
sighing deeply, kit ran a hand through their hair ( really only succeeding in making themself appear more disheveled. ) “ on the bright side, i haven’t lost any teeth. nothin’ against people who don’t have any, but i can’t imagine replacin’ kissin’ with gummin’. ”
