[This...is not what Eiri had in mind when he asked Haku to take care of him. He didn't expect any coddling and kind words, of course, because he knows Haku speaks more through actions than words anyway. But what happened to getting a wet cloth and washing away the horrible memories? That's what people generally do, right?
But Haku isn't most people, which Eiri knows all too well, and...
Well, honestly, he can't say he hates this. It's not the standard procedure, definitely not, but it's... personal. And comforting in a way. Because this is his Messiah, and the only person he'd ever trust getting this close, the only person he can truly trust with everything he has, everything he is.
Haku saved him. Haku will always save him. He believes this. He knows this.
When Haku sucks, even gently, on his busted lower lip, he can't hold back a slight whimper or the fresh tears that fall. Eiri doesn't know if those tears are because of the pain or something else entirely. He doesn't particularly care because it's Haku.
It's like he's scrubbing away old, dead skin. It hurts a little and the new skin underneath is sensitive to the touch, but with time it will toughen up and be just fine. It will heal. But it still hurts and the only thing that is soft and warm is Haku, in his own strange way.
Eiri tries to burrow even closer to his Messiah's warmth and his hand pulls free of Haku's hair, fingertips brushing ligthly over Haku's cheek, before resting on one of Haku's hands. He just needs to be close right now. He needs that stability, that surety that everything truly will be okay. Because even though he really does believe it, that added physicality makes it all the more true.]
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But Haku isn't most people, which Eiri knows all too well, and...
Well, honestly, he can't say he hates this. It's not the standard procedure, definitely not, but it's... personal. And comforting in a way. Because this is his Messiah, and the only person he'd ever trust getting this close, the only person he can truly trust with everything he has, everything he is.
Haku saved him. Haku will always save him. He believes this. He knows this.
When Haku sucks, even gently, on his busted lower lip, he can't hold back a slight whimper or the fresh tears that fall. Eiri doesn't know if those tears are because of the pain or something else entirely. He doesn't particularly care because it's Haku.
It's like he's scrubbing away old, dead skin. It hurts a little and the new skin underneath is sensitive to the touch, but with time it will toughen up and be just fine. It will heal. But it still hurts and the only thing that is soft and warm is Haku, in his own strange way.
Eiri tries to burrow even closer to his Messiah's warmth and his hand pulls free of Haku's hair, fingertips brushing ligthly over Haku's cheek, before resting on one of Haku's hands. He just needs to be close right now. He needs that stability, that surety that everything truly will be okay. Because even though he really does believe it, that added physicality makes it all the more true.]