Non-Dream Three - Hot, steamy shower~

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Continued from hereHe's pleasantly surprised to find that the door to his room has been repaired. He hadn't expected anyone to take time to repair it-- was planning to move into another room, actually. But he won't complain. The inside is spotless, looks the same as always.. except there's the lingering smell of bleach and a bed without sheets

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His eyelid droops as he lays next to the Fourteenth, an arm slung lazily over the other man's side. Sure, he hurts, but it doesn't compare to the first time he experienced this sort of thing. He doesn't want to move away from this-

...Guilty pleasure? It feel strange to want to be warmed by another person like this. His head rested underneath the Fourteenth's chin, breathing in the smell of his sheets.

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It'll probably hurt more in a few hours, for both of them. Usually does. But Fourteenth would say it's well worth it.

He makes a content hum, hand coming up to run through Lavi's hair slowly, deliberately, as though to memorize the texture. He's always managed to find interest in the simplest things.

..Such as why Lavi would choose a Noah like himself.

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Lavi had been through worse. The hand in his hair makes him give off a soft sigh impulsively. If he asked Lavi why he wouldn't be able to answer. Maybe it was his exotic nature or maybe it was something more. Affection worked in strange ways.

He kept his other eye closed, his eye patch having fallen off during their scene. He was peaceful like this and found no motivation to go looking for it.

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It's like a dream to the Noah, the way Lavi is pressing against his body. Not the fact that it's Lavi in particular, but.. the contact in general.

He can't even remember the last time he was able to hold someone in his arms like this or otherwise.

Lavi's revealed but still closed eye catches his attention. He runs a finger vertically over it, as though tracing a wound that should be there, but isn't. Is there anything there, or...?

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The touch pulls him from his daze as he looks up at the Noah with his open eye. At this point he sees no reason why he keeps it closed now, if...he's so far from his duty as a Bookman. Slowly the eye opens, revealing another green eye, significantly brighter than his left. Lack of exposure to the sun, maybe?

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Wouldn't it be darker, in that case? Well, details weren't all that important. He's surprised to even see an eye.

"..It's different." He blinks, curious, retracting his fingers so as not to accidentally jab Lavi's eye

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It would depend. It's a rush for Lavi to be using both eyes for once. It was a sensation, alright. He blinked a few times, fully taking him in.

"...You look different, but that's to be expected." His voice is quiet, soft.

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He watches with a steady gaze, silent until Lavi speaks. This isn't the first time he's seen both of Lavi's eyes, even if his world's Lavi isn't exactly the same Lavi.

"..Do I?"

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"Just...sharper. More detailed." If that was possible. He reaches up a hand to push a strand of hair away from the stigmata on his forehead, running a finger down a cross lightly.

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A small, understanding nod, following that hand with his eyes until he feels the pressure on his forehead. His eyes harden, his hand immediately latching around Lavi's wrist-- albeit loosely.

The crown of thorns is a disgusting mark, in his opinion. While he has nothing against showing them to show that he is a.. a Noah, he's not too fond of being touched there.

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The sudden reaction made his eyes widen as he instantly stopped. He wonders now what is okay to touch, despite how giving someone a personal bubble before had never crossed his mind.

"...Sorry." He pulled his hand back to his chest.

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Not that Fourteenth's personal bubble has ever been very big to begin with. His only issue is the crosses.

"It's okay.. I just--" He pauses. This isn't really a topic he's ever discussed with anyone before.. except Mana. Not even the other Noahs. Not even the Earl.

He continues in a soft tone, like Lavi's, as though confiding a secret. "They.. hurt. Sometimes."

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He stared up at him, thoughtfully. His forehead crinkled when he said they hurt, but nothing more than that. "Ah..." Shifting onto his elbow he sat up. Only pausing for a moment he leaned down and pressed his lips against, not the crosses, but just above them.

He didn't pull away instantly because his cheeks had flushed.

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He tenses, unknowingly holding his breath until he feels the pressure just above the cross. He doesn't know how to react to this kind of attention.

So he just stares, questioningly.

"Why..?"

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Lavi is at a loss as well. He can't explain his actions when everything he's done recently has been so...sporadic and impulsive.

He still doesn't move away, trying to force the fire out of his cheeks. "...I don't know."

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Fourteenth remains silent, eyes slowly fluttering shut. Despite the vague answer, which couldn't really count as one in the first place, it gives him a sense of peace.. at mind, anyway.

He moves his arm to wrap loosely around Lavi's waist, hand resting at the small of his back.

"..Thank you." For everything. Even if it wasn't much.