#he cleans Heart's room tends to his garden and lizard cooks for him and drives for him all when Heart's blind and can't on his own anymore

[utterentropy]

(NOT A SHIP DON'T TAG AS SHIP I WILL BLOCK YOU.)

Warning: Extremely short and potentially mediocre writing.

Metal fingers lie bundled in a dense sheet of unkempt yet silky curls.

Idly twitching, the hand drew the id’s head close; a relaxed trill descending from its violet lips.

Lids locked shut and nose anchored deep into its brother's hair, the id’s speaker produced a muted hum and the occasional low crackles as its legs spun around the meeker one’s body.

Arms roughed by firm muscle tucked themselves behind its back, the short id pushed close to what could be the corona of caring star.

Scrawny arms wrapped around a rocky waist; a half-crumpled t-shirt draped over a strong body.

Occasional brief pushing of noses plunged and nuzzled into the other’s head, another in the chest.

Warmth spread and cradled them within the confines of the thick comforter and mangled pillows, quiet breathing filtering through the silence.

The Moon claimed the obsidian sky, stars unblocked by Australian pollution permeating the long night.

It was okay.

They were okay.

And if they weren't, they were in the perfect place not to be okay.

I just wanted to write the brothers cuddling. That's all.