No matter how many nights that you'd lie wide awake...

[remnantmessiah]

Who: Kadaj and Mello
When: Around midday Sunday
Where: 13 B (Mello's room)
Summary: Mello wanted company after his dream was broadcast. Kadaj wouldn't refuse that sort of request due to its rarity.
Rating: PG-13 for now
Warnings: language and disturbing concepts. Maybe angst.

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[immerzweitbeste]

Mello turned his head lazily. Beside him was a pair of scissors; all around him, scattered across the bed, were locks of golden-blond hair. His hair brushed his shoulders again, layered and jagged-edged and just how the failed successor liked it. He grinned at Kadaj, leather-bound fingertips pushing his intrusive bangs from his eyes.

"What do you think? Too short?"

[remnantmessiah]

"Your hair." There was a half-hearted attempt at a pout. He'd liked it- as long as it wasn't silver, then it was... He shook his head and smiled.

"I remember it like this." Kadaj crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed. Gloved fingers brushed at the strands and he frowned. "You made a mess."

He wasn't sure what was going to happen. Wasn't sure what sort of state that Mello was in, and that was dangerous in and of itself. He was learning to offer support- learning to give of himself. But there were often times when he was insecure and afraid to do anything- anything at all. It wouldn't be good enough.

[immerzweitbeste]

Yes, Mello had made a bit of a mess. He mentally handwaved the remark. He'd clean it up later, at any rate.

"I haven't cut it since ...Christ. May?"

He hadn't actually cut it since he got to the Facility, but he remembers layering it to cover up and fix the damage caused by Krayon ripping his hair out in chunks.

He wasn't quite so tormented as his friends seemed to think. He was used to these nightmares. Right now, the lingering emotions were joined by the fury at having his dreams broadcasted.

"You okay?"

[remnantmessiah]

"I'm fine, Mello." The Remnant said quietly. He looked at Mello while he pulled his leather gloves off. "It seems as though we've had it easy the past few months with these experiments, don't you think? I wonder if the new staff is just more tame than the last."

When his fingers were free, he reached out and ran his fingers through Mello's hair. It was much more fine and soft than his own, which was thick and somewhat course. He liked the way it felt.