With a single dagger, Vax can deal the same damage as a
powerful swing of Grog’s hammer. Despite this, Vax is a fragile person. His delicate
bones break easily when subject to crushing blows of their increasingly
powerful enemies. His skin, pale and soft, can be cut by anything from knives
to debris to teeth and claws. Even his armor, embedded with the power of the gods,
sacrifices extra protection for his ability to gracefully maneuver the
battlefield. Vax can’t take a hit, so Grog takes them for him. He steps in
front of their enemies, standing tall and proud, pulling their attention away
from Vax so that he can do his part in safety. Grog’s skin, thick and
calloused, barely feels it when their enemies cut and slash it. His muscles,
large and defined, can absorb the damage of powerful blows. In battle, it’s
Grog’s responsibility to make sure Vax stays safe.
Despite his size, Grog is just as capable of being hurt. He’d
never been very good at reading other people (or reading in general), and there
are many people in the world who are willing to use his obliviousness against
him. Merchants would swindle him of his money or people would insult his
intelligence. Worse, the people who were supposed to be his family could try to
force him to be the heartless killer that he isn’t, rejecting him because,
despite his flawed conscience, he still manages to be ten times the man that Kevdak
was. Vax works to protect Grog from these less obvious threats, he has
experience with manipulation in his life, both with his father and the people
he met on the streets. He casually guides Grog away from the shadier merchants
and toward ones who look more trustworthy. Even though Grog knows it, Vax
reassures him that he’s better than his old herd, that his new family could
never abandon him like that, that his biological family doesn’t define him,
genetics be damned.
The differences that
once divided them now help them to balance each other out. They offer one
another a kind of security that they have never experienced before, not even
with Vex or Pike. And when they settle down together at night, Grog curled
around Vax, in the mansion or the castle or out under the stars, they can rest just
a bit easier knowing that they have each other
I start school this friday and I don’t fucking want to. So yeah. Kuro’s actually me right now XD
from one of @incorrectservamp quotes once again! ahah sorry this one was so lazy I did it in just a hour c’: Next time I’ll draw like 4-5 quotes and I’ll post it all together (maybe next month if school doesn’t take me too much time -u-”)
I love how in this scene Mahiru realized that he hadn’t been treating Kuro the best that he could, and I loved how he verbally said it to Kuro (even though he didn’t know that he could hear) instead of just thinking it. It just kind of adds to the sadness of the scene, especially how his voice begun to crack near the end
Notes: Thank you for waiting so long, sorry this took so long lmfao. Holidays do that to a girl, oopsie. Also please nobody send anymore of these in, i’ve got quite a few! thank you thank you!
22. More than one kiss
Mahiru didn’t know how long he had been gazing at Kuro, entranced by the pursing movement of his lips as he sucked in string after string of ramen until Kuro coughed and his eyes glanced upwards to see that Kuro was watching him back.
Startled, Mahiru turned away before Kuro could question him and scrambled from the room. Heading towards the bedroom, he flushed at how his body had begun heating up with arousal after realising he really wanted to feel those lips moving against his own.
Flopping onto the bottom edge of the bed, he threw himself backwards, stretching his arms above his head and sighed heavily. It was then that the door squeaked open and Kuro’s head peered in.
“Mahiru,” Kuro began but it was clear from his tone that he was nervous about asking. “Are you OK?”
Propping up onto his elbows, Mahiru looked past Kuro and answered, “I’m fine. I’m just on edge over the whole Tsubaki, vampire war.” It wasn’t a lie but it wasn’t the real reason either. Kuro picked up on this too easily and swept into the room, shutting the door behind him.
Slumping down onto the bed beside him, Kuro looked off towards a wall and Mahiru gave him a tiny glance from the corner of his eyes. Straightening up, he bunched his fists in his lap and dropped his head heavily towards his chest.
The simplest thing was just to come clean, right?
“I mean. Ah…” He began to fidget and then before the words could slip out, he was pushed down. The feel of delicate, soft lips pressured his own and for a moment, Mahiru was lost to the shock. His eyes had clenched shut of their own accord and he felt lightheaded.
Kuro was kissing him.
Kuro’s hands were tightened around his own. Their hips were close enough that the weight of Kuro’s jacket was pressing down on his stomach that had been bared by the fall and when he went to spread his legs apart, Kuro’s knees locked them in place from their position on the edge.
Then Kuro’s hands dragged down his arms, moved either side of them and he pulled away. “You’re too obvious Mahiru. You’ll get attacked by anybody acting like that,” Kuro said in a tone that forced Mahiru’s shell shocked expression to contort with anger.
“What do you mean atta–!”
Kuro kissed Mahiru again and this time, Mahiru lifted up into it. Shamelessly, Mahiru held his arms around Kuro’s neck and moaned softly. It was magnificent. Heavenly. New.
Unable to do much more than kiss back, Mahiru tightened his arms, tilted his head and kissed with more fierceness, more passion and it was exquisite. Kuro tore away, a moan trailing between them and Mahiru took the moment to inhaled sharply before he dragged Kuro into another kiss.
This time he kept his eyes open and it was the best thing he had ever done. Kuro’s eyes were alight with emotions. His pale cheeks were warm with colour. But most of all, like this, watching each other with such intimacy threading them together, it made Mahiru feel like they could fall in love.