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850 words - SFW - Rickcest M/M - Emotional fluff!!!!!!!!
Link to story on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16205051/chapters/38702447#workskin
Eyes
Kindness’ heart was beating as he built up the courage to open his eyes. The fact that he was about to see the world as it truly was and not as how he had imagined it in his head was exciting but as much as it was truly exciting, it was beyond terrifying as well. The thought of getting disappointed was there but Kindness knew that he would more likely be overwhelmed, and that was why he was screwing his eyes shut even though he had agreed to do the opposite.
“Ness?” Wrath asked, hand placed on where Kindness’ neck met his shoulder. He sounded slightly concerned.
“What if it’s not how I imagined it to be?” Kindness’ mouth was a thin line, him swallowing thickly as the anxiety became a little too much. He needed to do it; he owed it to Wrath, who had done the biggest thing a person could do for a loved one; given him a piece of himself, literally, and whilst the thought of seeing for the first time was terrifying, the thought of how he could ever pay him back was even more so.
“I- Look, it will never be what you expect but I’m sure you know that,” Wrath tried his best at consoling him, making Kindness smile at the effort.
“Just give me a moment,” he replied, taking a long and deep breath like he had taught Wrath to do when he felt unable to control his anger and impulses. With another deep inhale, he slowly blinked a few times and took in the light that used to be darkness.
Everything was blurry at first and Kindness was confused, wondering if this was what it was like having sight but then it shifted and he could look up at an unknown but still familiar face. He knew what kind of features Wrath had due to his hands having explored him several times but the sight of the square jaw, the rough face and the spiky hair was nowhere near what his hands had made him picture in his mind.
“Wrath,” he simply said, unable to form a sentence that described the way his chest tightened at the very sight of his lover. Wrath was an image now, not just a voice as before, and the image was overwhelming, almost making him doubt if he was real, “You’re here. It’s really you.”
The feeling one got when one was about to cry formed as a lump in Kindness’ throat, and when he finally got used to the feeling that the person he loved so much was indeed standing in front of him, he reached up to touch him like he always did. He cupped Wrath’s face, thumb stroking his cheek and Wrath closed his eyes, “Of course, it is me. I’m here, Ness.”
“Kitten, it’s you, it-” he said quietly, feeling a tear run down his face and then another one, and then another one again until he was crying, releasing all the emotions that had built up inside of him due to both anxiety and excitement but now, most of all, happiness at seeing Wrath for the first time. Wrath was here, flesh and blood, and he was the most beautiful thing Kindness had ever seen, and on top of that, Kindness decided already now that he was the most beautiful thing that he was ever going to see.
“Shh, it’s me, Honeydew,” he said, placing a hand on Kindness’ arm to calm him and his rapid breathing. Touch, smell and sound was what Kindness had known until now and the second he felt Wrath’s familiar strong hand gently grab at his elbow, he took a deep breath and blinked tears away. He let himself look at Wrath again, explore his face and his broad shoulders with both his eyes and his hands. He leaned close, fingers travelling over his lips as he saw the sharp teeth that were nowhere near frightening when Wrath smiled.
Oh, his smile. Kindness thought he was going to melt into a puddle on the floor due to the way his heart fluttered and his head swam when he felt the flips his stomach did because of butterflies. He leaned in further to focus, not yet being completely used to different distances, studying the eye that was no longer there and pouting, “Oh, kitten. Are you okay? Does it hurt?”
Wrath shook his head, hand sliding up to entwine their fingers, “No, Ness, it doesn’t hurt. Close your eyes, have a break, yeah?”
Kindness did as he was told and immediately fell into his chest. The intensity was on hold and he could breathe in deeply without getting distracted by little things around him. Wrath wrapped his arms around him, nose in his hair, and Kindness knew that the touch had not changed in the slightest. He would have to study him further later, admire his tattooed body, count all of his eyelashes and study all the spots and wrinkles of his skin. His Wrath, in all his beauty.
Read a follow-up here: https://daddyzanchez.tumblr.com/post/180219024642/another-piece-for-my-two-favourite-idiots-in-love