#sumi and taka doesnt exist wdym

[alucards-boots]

@haze-ez

Waves your request.

He really melted to your arms until he was nothing but a puddle of sorrow and grief.

his cheek was resting and pressed against your abdomen until you had to kneel down to his level, his hands never left yours, you tenderly pulled him to wrap around you once again, to embrace him properly.

He looked like a young boy looking for his parents again, and it ached you, you knew many feelings of sorrows, but knowing he will have to go through all of them broke you, and you vowed to be in every part there— if he allows you.

he looked up at you, his cheek still squished against your chest, pleading, and you knew.

“I wont go anywhere..”

The first few days were elegiac, but you manage to keep him on his toes, he held onto you, as if you were a mere dandelion that could be blown away by a mere breath.

You assisted him in cooking while in his distracted thoughts, he asked you lots of questions, about your journeys, your new skills and stories and so on, and in an attempt to clear out some air and ease the tension, you told him your funniest moments which sparked some light in him, it felt good seeing him smile again.

He felt bad that you had to do more of the cleaning thanks to your insistence so he doesn’t be driven into another episode again, you said it was for his own good and he couldn’t fight it, so he listened and went to lay down.

He appreciated you making sure to keep him happy, but most importantly he was relieved his last vestige of childhood is with him, otherwise everything would have been wiped to dust.

Occasionally his mind drifts to his childhood room, you always distract him from it, you always laid him to bed but theres a part of him that wants you to hold him again, like before when he cried about his drawings, or his mere scoldings, anything that was not his parent’s passing.

as days pass, he slowly had his spark back, he finally was playful and sarcastic again, but there was one thing he grew a habit of.

touching you.

He always makes sure he atleast has your touch everyday, holding hands, random embracing or sometimes little brushes of skin, you ground him.

There were times he curled up on you, and you held him, no matter how tight he hugged you, no matter how deep his nails dig into your skin, moving from supple to calloused.

his head always rested on the crook of your neck, it was his little haven.

You remember coming across a cat in the forest, you asked if the two of you could keep it, to add onto the little family that you didn’t expect to make, and he accepted it, his name was mr heliodor.

You assisted him with hunting, there was a time he tried to pull a carrot out of the soil but it seemed to be too deep off the ground, you two had to pull it until you both ended up back hitting the grass ground, laughing while he held up the head of the carrot halfway.

The two of you started to make more memories, memories that veil your separation, the conflict that happened.

He laughed more, and you smiled more. The two of you always engaged in playful sparring, always ending in playful jests and jokes.

at one night, the two of you were laying down together in his enlarged bed, of course, you were holding him, his face pressed against your chest, his hair was braided with lilies, kalanchoe’s and other various types of flowers with colors that matched his palette.

It was a calming moment of silent atmosphere before you started to break the silence.

“Do you think trevor and sypha are probably datiing by now?..”

He chuckled at your pondering, you knew what he was going to say. “I doubt Belmont can—“

“Say something nice!.. christ, riri..” the nickname that escaped your chuckling lips, the same nickname you gave him.. it’s when he knew things are starting to revive.

“Mm..”

“i hope theyre well right now..”

Adrian repositioned his chin, resting it now above your collarbone, his gold eyes meeting yours up.

Your hand palmed his cheek, in return, he turned his face where his lips chases your palm, you didnt fight it nor protest it, you simply let it be..

You two were ready again, ready to bury the past deep down to grow a new one.

And this time, you wont leave.