#hostceit

[sweetest-honeybee]

Some Sides x Ipliers doodles :D 

[sweetest-honeybee]

I*d like smth soft with the host/deceit... that looked so cute ;;

Another old ask that was an art request but I felt like writing something for it

-I Suck at Naming Stuff-

“The Host wonders aloud about the scales on the left side of Eden’s face. He stares intently at the liar with fondness, for he finds a fascination with them…” The Host narrates. He cocks his head to the side expectantly, waiting for a reaction. 

Deceit doesn’t catch on immediately and takes a second to process The Host’s words. A blush creeps up his neck when he mouths the words over again. He turns around from his desk, still seated, and finds The Host smiling at him lightly. 

“Deceit also wonders aloud why The Host would say such a thing,” Eden mocks. A chuckle escaped The Host’s lips and Eden finds himself flushing at the rare sound. “And Eden finds himself contemplating why he never gets to hear The Host laugh.” 

The chuckle dies down to silence and The Host’s smile falls slowly. Eden thinks for a second that he did something wrong. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d triggered a vision from The Host, but even then he worried that his words might’ve ended the first and last laugh he’d ever hear from The Host. 

That was until he observed how The Host’s eyebrows raised and his head tilted with the movement. And Deceit realized-

The Host rolled his nonexistent eyes at Eden, sending the liar into a mock offense and a hand to his chest with a dramatic gasp. 

“You did not roll your eyes at me!” 

“Yet the Host finds a lie in Eden’s words. He admits aloud that yes, he had rolled his eyes at Eden. And for a good reason.” The Host’s smile appears again, this time brighter. 

“Yeah? And what’s that, book worm?”

The Host swings his legs over the side of the bed and walks over to Eden with an exaggerated sway of his hips. “Because,” he started,”Eden is the only one who can make The Host laugh.” He stops and leans down over Eden who reels back into his chair. The liar eyes how The Host’s lips are parted, indicating that another response would come. 

“And?” 

The Host closes just a few more inches. “And that’s a very special thing in Eden’s case. It means something very important that Eden should know.”

“O-Oh…..um….that is?”

A small peck is pressed to his lips with the question. Immediately, he tilts his head into the kiss and crawls his hands up to The Host’s neck. It only lasts a second. 

“That the Host loves Eden very much.”