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Kanato:
-Even Kanato’s nicer moments were vaguely terrifying.
With his head in your lap, dark-rimmed eyes gently shut, soft hair pooling around his head like a halo, he almost looked peaceful.
But, you also knew, if your hand stopped stroking the absurdly downy fluff of his hair for even a moment, he’d probably try to throw you out the window, furious for being disobeyed.
His demands of affection were far from unusual; sudden, violent things where he’d demand an emotion much softer than you felt capable of giving. He’d flop down in your lap, clutching that creepy toy to his chest, and with eyes as wide and needy as a child, command your attention.
There was an unspoken threat in the air, that if you ever denied him or dared mention these moments to anyone else, you’d pay dearly.
But, with the horribly fragile expression on his pale face, you couldn’t help but feel like he needed you more than he’d ever admit.
Carla:
-The only time Carla came close to needy was when his illness left him so feverish and pained he was entirely unaware of his own actions.
When he was half asleep, caught between fever dreams and reality, head pressing into your thigh, one worryingly thin hand clutched tightly in your clothing like a claw.
Carla’s eyes cracked open, just a little, and with a deep, miserable sigh, he tilted his face out of view.
That was as close an invitation as any you’d get to comfort him, the nearest thing to an admission of pain his pride would allow. Burying your fingers in the slightly sweat-damp, still ridiculously soft strands of his hair, you started to gently stroke and rub at his scalp.
His face relaxed just a bit, you thought, going slack with something like peace.
Kou:
-This was his payment, he said, for going easy on you while feeding this morning.
Since he’d been so kind as to make sure you didn’t hurt any more than you had to, it was only right that you pay him back with something just as good.
Apparently, “something just as good” meant laying splayed out across your lap, head tucked into the curve of your waist, practically purring as you run your fingers through his hair.
Even as cute as he seemed, sharp nails clutching at your thigh reminded you exactly what your position here was. Kou was demanding something, and you were only there to provide it.
It was still nice, seeing him so close to unguarded and genuine, melting under attention that you suddenly realized how badly he must need. It was probably no more than one of his games, tricking you into imagining vulnerability that was never there, but you didn’t care.
There was something real about how tightly he clung to you.
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