✤ // from pasta yo
Send me “✤” to grab my muse and hug them
What was this? A hug? How unusual for a depraved man, such a thing had been rare for someone so wicked— it was almost nice. Maybe it was because of the last bits of humanity he had left.. the need for love and comfort, maybe he missed the comforting embrace of his mother when he was growing up.. or maybe it was Allen himself. The person he cared greatly for… Allen.
A shocking smile tugged at the Fourteenth’s features as he accepted the comforting warmth of his friend. Though he was still and unmoving at first, Neah eventually wrapped his arms around Allen and gripped his back. Everything felt so strange, he was in an immense state of comfort… but at the same time, he felt distraught. Deep within, Neah knew that such a peaceful moment, such as this, would not last long. How long will it last? Is this the very last time I will feel such a thing? His grip tightened. I’m not ready to let go yet. His eyes are now clenched shut, the smile has fallen. Where did the peace go?
No words had been spoken between either them, it was as if Allen knew what had been on Neah’s mind; typical. That man always had something about him. Neah let his grip loosen, held the moment for a bit more and then looked right into the other male’s eyes, the tug of a smile forming once more. It was his typical, snarky smile Allen had always known– but now with a hint of comfort in his amber eyes. Neah had finally broken the silence and spoke softly, ‘’ Stand by my side. Always. ‘’
