Under the full moons gaze
Summary: Esidisi ( attempts ) to take care of Kars
Paring(s): Esidisi/Kars
Warnings: None
A/N: I love making fics for characters no one gives a shit about. This is so self indulgent i'm sorry. Shout out to the five pillar-family fans out there, ya'll are fighting for your lives out there. Please enjoy this tooth rotting fluff <3
" You have a fever "
" Astute observation, Esidisi. I'm not sure how I'd get by without you, " he replies, voice nasally and slurred but still somehow heavy with sarcasm.
Esidisi made a face, pulling his hand away from his cheek. And, to no ones surprise at all, Kars simply rolls over, unbothered, burying himself deeper into the wooly blankets lining the caves floor.
It was rare of any of them to get sick— Esidisi could count the times he had gotten sick in his many decades of life on one hand , and that was being generous. He could count even less for Kars - he wasn't even sure he could get sick, until now. Whether it be a natural immunity or something they've just narrowly managed to avoid is up in the air.
But, as if the full-moons unlucky nature was looming over them, Kars was sick. Sick and moody. Though he'd never say the latter aloud, less he want to tango with Kar's wrath. Not tonight - not when he's half curled up in makeshift blankets made out of bear skin and deer, looking, admittedly, like shit. His skin is impossibly pale, save for the red flush dotting his cheeks. His eyes are glazed over, heavy with purple eyebags. He would almost dare to say he looked pitiful, if he didn't know him.
" You'd be miserable, " he eventually says, watching as Kar's shifts again, curling up tighter, trying and failing to get comfortable. The children, curled beneath the blankets and pressed firmly against Kar's stomach shift too, but more so from being disturbed rather from discomfort, " and alone "
" Oh a pity," Kars grumbles, " are you going to sit here and patronize me or are you actually going to make yourself useful? "
Esidisi huffs, lips quirking upward to a ghost of a smile. " Are you going to let me? "
" Perhaps, " he eyes him, although Esidisi could tell he wasn't entirely lucid.
" Then lets get these off of you, hm? " he moves in close, not missing how Kar's eyes flutter closed contently — then snapping back open with irritation as the blankets pooling around him are taken away and pulled onto Wamuu and Santana. Before he could properly complain, though, Esidisi slips a hand around his waist, pressing himself against his back, " that should help break your fever "
Kars—thank god—settles down, sinking into his partners warmth. " Mmnn. "
" Is this acceptable? " he hums, using his free hand to brush the purple strands of hair sticking to his sweat-slicked forehead away, " hm? "
" You're pushing your luck "
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caesar!!!!
i love you, you zesty bubble-formula-ridden italian/j
i literally have nothing else to put here for the caption but. yeah.
technically a redraw of that one part in bloody stream but i took many creative liberties, including the creative liberty of Not Including Joseph Joestar.
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