#andedendarkly

[changingthelights]

Vincent looked up like a cat disturbed from slumber. Hair mussed from constant nuzzles. "Empty as your milk carton. Nothing in there but thoughts of drowning in blankets."

“Mmmm... This sounds very comfortable indeed,” but that did not stop the fingers that quickly slipped under the covers and found Vincent’s sides to begin to tickle. 

[changingthelights]

Vincent bit his lip as he considered what he intended to say. The truth couldn't hurt. Not with Adrik.

"I've been learning... spells. Memory spells. Hexes and curses. Blessings. I don't know if what happened to you is any of that, or something human."

Adrik fell silent, leaving a poignant silence between them as he processed the others' words. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, more contemplative as he processed what Vincent said he'd been doing in secret.

"I was injured," he answered softly and gave Vincent's shoulder a squeeze. "My earliest memory is waking in a pool of my own blood. I believe it was human, a bullet. I regenerated, but the damage was done." He gave Vincent a gentle smile. "I do appreciate your efforts, but I do not know if magic can fix what has been... broken."

[changingthelights]

If it was blush Adrik wanted, it was blush he would have. The object of his affection had become a bristling tomato. "Had I a newspaper to strike you with."

A low rumble of a laugh followed, and amusement sparkled in his eyes.

“But you did not?” 

[kvrnaca]

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