❝I got lost in the sounds.❞
”You always—do.” Was remarked softly as the raven haired male laid down next to the cellist, with elbow propped against the pillow and hand supporting his head did he lay on his side, facing the male; while Timmy in question was lying flat on his back, hands covering his face, hiding the painful expression upon his heated visage. It were moments like these that Misfortune literally pulled out every trick, every little thing he read & observed from the countless of years he roamed this Earth-to appear as loving and gentle as possible. Granted he enjoyed seeing his Giant in such a mess but he enjoyed it even more to be viewed as the savior, hence his following actions.
He moved his free hand to gently pull one of the male, pulling it away from his face while he immediately after pushed the other away as well-leaning forward did he sway his leg over Timmy’s waist, moving so he was almost lying on top of him.
“Look—at—me. Listen to—my voice.” A soft huff as he propositioned his body, gently sitting on the male’s stomach while hands were brought forth to cup heated cheeks. Those ever shining green irises of the cellist stared up at him with a mixture of confusion and fear-wondering what Dante either wanted or would do. Thumbs stroked flesh, Misfortune’s upper-body leaning down; a rare gentle expression spread over his features, lips curving up into a hesitant smile.
”Always—remember my voice—amidst the sounds—it’ll help you. The sounds leave—I never will. I’ll be always—near okay?” And he would shift a bit, now fully lying down on the male, head buried in the crook of Timmy’s neck, ears reveling in the sound of a rapid heartbeat-he could feel how the male stiffened under his body but nothing else happened; Dante merely mumbled words of comfort, again and again till he was sure that sleep had caught the cellist. Misfortune closed his eyes but as always sleep never came. Sleep would never come but that only gave him more time to simply watch his lover Giant.
