[ It's no good, huh? No matter what he does, or no matter he tries to take the load off Eiri's shoulders for once, the other will still be like this. Eiri will still try his best to comfort him in turn too, just like he is now, supporting him and lightly playing with his hair. Even though Haku wasn't the one who went through torture here.
But it's what he likes about Eiri. And it's why he pulls himself away slowly (almost as if he doesn't really want to) from the other's hold. Not too far away to let go of Eiri himself, but enough that he can actually look at the other, taking in the sight as he slowly nods.
This is Eiri - his Messiah. His wonderful, strong Messiah that doesn't give in even when he's beaten up this badly, who thinks of others first even when he's hurt. Is it any wonder that he was the one who was able to reach out to him, who was able to pull through even when Higayama shot him? Eiri is his Messiah, practically meant to be, the only one who can reach him in such a way since he's just that amazing to Haku. ]
Yeah. [ So there's no way he can't help but want to help Eiri in absolutely any way possible, to help him the way Eiri always helps him just with his simple presence, just with who he is. ] Leave it to me.
[ His hands shift away from holding Eiri - but Haku leans backwards a little so Eiri can still just rest against him rather than having to hold himself upright. But he needs both his hands for something else right now. He needs them to gently cup Eiri's face, the touch of his fingers lightly running along the sides of his face, his jawline, his neck, tracing every single bruise gently. Every spot where the enemy must have touched him, where they hit him. Every single spot that they harshly tried to claim as their own, he'll reclaim for Eiri right here with gentility and care until it's a healed body that Eiri can feel comfortable with again.
As his hands rest still for a moment, Haku's gaze drops to Eiri's split lips. Lips busted from being hit and punched in the face as he wouldn't give in, as he surely displayed that super annoying smug attitude he always has. (That's his Eiri alright.)
Haku's head leans down until he's able to reach those lips, taking soft nibs at them, lightly taking them between his own lips and sucking on them. It's so slow and gentle that it's hard to compare to anything else that he just does for a joke - this is him being fully serious, showing his care to Eiri in the best way he can. He's never been too good with words when it really counted, anyway. Not about these things.
When he lets go of the lips for a moment, but still lingers close, he mumbles -- ]
That's what I'm your Messiah for.
[ Saving each other, healing each other - something only a Messiah can do. ]
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But it's what he likes about Eiri. And it's why he pulls himself away slowly (almost as if he doesn't really want to) from the other's hold. Not too far away to let go of Eiri himself, but enough that he can actually look at the other, taking in the sight as he slowly nods.
This is Eiri - his Messiah. His wonderful, strong Messiah that doesn't give in even when he's beaten up this badly, who thinks of others first even when he's hurt. Is it any wonder that he was the one who was able to reach out to him, who was able to pull through even when Higayama shot him? Eiri is his Messiah, practically meant to be, the only one who can reach him in such a way since he's just that amazing to Haku. ]
Yeah. [ So there's no way he can't help but want to help Eiri in absolutely any way possible, to help him the way Eiri always helps him just with his simple presence, just with who he is. ] Leave it to me.
[ His hands shift away from holding Eiri - but Haku leans backwards a little so Eiri can still just rest against him rather than having to hold himself upright. But he needs both his hands for something else right now. He needs them to gently cup Eiri's face, the touch of his fingers lightly running along the sides of his face, his jawline, his neck, tracing every single bruise gently. Every spot where the enemy must have touched him, where they hit him. Every single spot that they harshly tried to claim as their own, he'll reclaim for Eiri right here with gentility and care until it's a healed body that Eiri can feel comfortable with again.
As his hands rest still for a moment, Haku's gaze drops to Eiri's split lips. Lips busted from being hit and punched in the face as he wouldn't give in, as he surely displayed that super annoying smug attitude he always has. (That's his Eiri alright.)
Haku's head leans down until he's able to reach those lips, taking soft nibs at them, lightly taking them between his own lips and sucking on them. It's so slow and gentle that it's hard to compare to anything else that he just does for a joke - this is him being fully serious, showing his care to Eiri in the best way he can. He's never been too good with words when it really counted, anyway. Not about these things.
When he lets go of the lips for a moment, but still lingers close, he mumbles -- ]
That's what I'm your Messiah for.
[ Saving each other, healing each other - something only a Messiah can do. ]