these two are just soooooo. yk
“Ascian...” Vesper growled, “If you touch me ONE. MORE. TIME. I am going to find a goddamn exorcist for you, understand?”
The ghost laughed loudly, leaning back into thin air. His blue suit jacket was unbuttoned, revealing the strangely pristine white shirt underneath. The crystals that lined the segments of his arms shone brightly, as if a bright light was shining through them. Ves scowled, pulling the solution he was working on away from the other.
“I’m serious, Ascian. This is more acidic than Hell itself and one wrong move will take off all my skin and then some.”
“Fine, fine. I won’t touch you. For now,” Ascian teased, fluffing his hair up. He looked over Ves’s shoulder, careful not to touch him. He wasn’t in the mood to be exorcised, after all. “What’re you working on anyway?”
Ves sighed, leaning away from the solution as he turned on the bunsen burner. “It’s a thing Altair wanted me to test. To see if it’d clean up those uh—” he waved his hand around, “—burns. That they caused.” Ascian nodded. He glanced towards Vesper, who was intently staring at his notebook. He took note of the way light shone through the curls of Ves’s hair and how the sharp angles of his face seemed more defined than usual. His eyes drifted downwards, before he caught himself and jerked away, putting as much distance between them as possible. Ves looked back at him and frowned.
“You good? Did you hear something?”
Ascian shook his head, avoiding eye contact with him. He hoped the blue tint of his skin masked the heat he felt on his face. How embarrassing.
“Just focus on your dumb science potion or whatever, Mr. Doom-and-Gloom.” He smirked as the chemist threw him a nasty glare.
The day passed by quickly. Ves stayed in his lab for most of it, only coming out for meals. Ascian, on the other hand, roamed everywhere possible. He visited Rowan, who was working on the dreadful thing called homework. After his attempt to help, Rowan forced him out of their room, scowling.
“Ascian, no offense, but you were a geologist. You cannot do math well.” Ascian took offense. Most of the day, however, Ascian spent time between Altair and Vesper. Ves had kicked the ghost out of his lab many times (all unofficial, according to Ascian), sending him to Altair. Altair, in their never-ending patience, kept him company, listening to his ramblings about whatever came to his mind. Caves, new geological finds, the increased difficulty of homework, a certain chemist (at the mention of whom, Altair chuckled knowingly). As the sun set over the horizon, the star gave Ascian an… interesting suggestion.
“Ascian, how about you stay the night with Ves?” Ascian looked at him incredulously.
“Why?! He’s an annoying, pompous, angry, attractive–er, scratch that–bastard! I won’t be able to sleep at all if I stayed at his house.”
Altair sighed, regarding the agitated ghost with slight exasperation. “Well, aside from the fact that you and him need to work on getting along, Rowan has a test tomorrow and I don’t want you bothering her tonight.”
“RUDE!”
“We both know it’s true, I’m afraid.” Ascian huffed. It wasn’t wrong.
“Alright, I won’t stay with Rowan. But why Vesper? Can’t I just- just go with you?”
“You know that’s against the rules. You won’t survive, ghost or not.” Another fair point. Ascian relented.
“Fine. I’ll stay with him. Will you have time to help me move my stuff?” Ascian’s belongings consisted of a change of clothes for the night and a diary, along with some serums for when the crystals jutting through his skin got irritated. Despite being a ghost, Ascian and others like him still had certain human needs. What they didn’t have, however, was the ability to move objects bigger than softballs and heavier than large vases. Altair shot him an apologetic glance. Ascian sighed as their friend started glowing brighter, an indication that it soon had to return to its realm.
“Unfortunately, I think you know the answer to that,” they glanced at the flecks of blue-white appearing on their skin. “I’m very sorry, Ascian.”
“It’s whatever. I’ll just ask him.”
Bidding goodbye to Altair, Ascian started their reluctant trek to Vesper’s house. Stupid, mean little bastard… He thought, kicking at a rock. He’ll probably just kick me out and tell me to sleep on the porch or something. Won’t even give me cuddles. How disgraceful. He took a double take at that last thought, shaking his head aggressively, as if to clear his brain of traitorous musings. Knocking on Ves’s door, he tried to keep his mind blank (or at least full of snark). Only the gods knew where these thoughts were coming from.
“Uh. Hello, Ascian. What do you want?” Ves asked tiredly, hair messy and bags under his eyes. Ascian pointedly did not look at the rest of him in loose pants and a thin white shirt. Turning his head away, he mumbled, “Altair wanted me to stay here for the night.”
Ves frowned, rolling his eyes. “Speak up, dumb shit. I can’t hear you if you’re going to mumble into your jacket like that.”
“I said,” he repeated irritatedly, “that Altair wants me to stay here for the night so that I don’t ‘bother Rowan’ because he has a test tomorrow.”
Ves sighed, clearly as annoyed with this as he was. “Fine, whatever. Where’s your stuff?”
He averted his eyes, clearing his throat. “Er, Alt didn’t have enough time to help me bring it. Could you?”
The other groaned, throwing his hands up. “Rowan’s asleep, dude. Your stuff is at their house. Either we can go buy you some new stuff from the discount store or you can deal with it.” Ascian whined internally, dreading what he was about to ask.
“Or, uh, I could just borrow your stuff.” Ves stiffened slightly, eyeing him. Ascian glared back, embarrassment tightening his chest. He opened his mouth to throw a quip at the chemist, but Ves beat him to it. “Fine. You can.” He blinked.
“Vesper Drakos, this shirt is hideous,” he complained, tugging at the bright orange shirt and plaid pants he had on. The corners of Ves’s mouth twitched upwards.
“Tch. I let you borrow my stuff and this is what you have to say to it?”
“This is a plan to humiliate me, I’m sure of it! You are not slick, bitch,” he declared loudly. “To do such a man like myself such an injustice– how could you!”
Ves rolled his eyes, pushing away from the doorframe. “Calm thyself, Shakespeare knock-off. I don’t need to humiliate you when you already do it enough yourself.” Ascian gasped, dramatically putting his hand over his once-beating heart.
“You wound me! Sleep with one eye open tonight, twerp.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he flinched. Glancing at Vesper, his grimace deepened. The chemist looked at him angrily, warily. Ascian backed up, leg phasing through the chest of drawers. “That was a joke! I promise! I’m not gonna do anything, trust me.”
Ves’s scowl darkened and he glared at the ghost. “Watch yourself.”
The rest of the evening was spent in tense conversation as Ves ate dinner and got ready for bed. Ascian floated around him awkwardly, occasionally handing him items. He felt bad for what he said, truly, but Ascian was not one to apologize easily. Instead, he settled for helping Vesper with simple tasks and turning down his quips.
As Ascian sat on Vesper’s bed, watching the other lay out a mattress for him, he noticed a painting hanging over the dresser. Parts of it were torn and other parts burnt, but it was clear that the painting was of a family. He figured that it must have been Vesper’s family, which was already a touchy subject for the man. He chewed on his lip, trying to decide between asking and leaving it alone. Ves glanced back, then sighed. “Just ask the question already.”
“Ah- um. Could I know who those… people are? If it’s alright with you?” Vesper followed his gaze, pressing his lips into a thin line. Ascian panicked at the expression, but said nothing. If Ves was even more angry at him, he’d know. “My family,” the other said tightly. He nodded.
Tense silence filled the room as Ascian worked up the nerve to apologize. Just as he was about to say something, Vesper spoke again. His voice was soft this time, reminiscing.
“The three little ones at the bottom are my siblings. Two sisters and a brother. They were triplets, three years younger than me. Little rascals, those three,” he explained. “I’m in the middle, wearing the green velvet suit thing. My dad’s on my left and my mom’s on my right.”
Ascian hesitated, nodding. “They- they seem lovely, Vesper,” he whispered.
“Seemed.”
“Er, what?”
Vesper turned to him, pain masked behind his dark eyes. Ascian knew that look all too well. “My parents are dead, Ascian. And my siblings, they got- they got taken away from me. I don’t know where they are. I’m looking for them, but… it’s been years. I don’t know if I’ll get them back.” The misery in the other’s voice shocked him. His mouth hung slightly open, concern written on his face. A small part of him, a part he snuffed out immediately, was grateful that Vesper told him. That he… trusted him enough to tell him.
“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
Vesper shook his head, moment of vulnerability ended. “Don’t bring it up again, dipshit. I’m telling you that because I don’t want you prying later.” Ascian’s shoulders dropped. It was foolish to think it was a matter of trust. Vesper was just biting the bullet before he could offer it.
“Obviously I won’t bring it up, Mr. Doom-and-Gloom.”
Vesper’s room was quiet. His soft breathing kept a steady rhythm as Ascian stared up at the ceiling. Moonlight shone through the partially closed blinds, marking silver lines along the room. His mind was sluggish but refused to sleep, much to his chagrin. Snippets of arguments, insults taken too far, and moments of vulnerability played over and over in his head. He turned onto his side, curling up into a ball of sorts, hiding his face in the blanket. He knew no one saw him, but the blush creeping on his face still embarrassed him. It was only made worse by the realization of the fact that here he was, sharing a room with Vesper Drakos and wearing his clothes. He groaned quietly, cursing Rowan’s school.
At some point in the night, he must have fallen asleep. That was the only explanation for why he shot up at midnight, tears streaming down his face and ghostly blood leaking from where the crystals jutted out of his body. He tried to keep his hyperventilating quiet, he really did. He didn’t want to wake up Vesper unless the memories got too much to deal with. But here Vesper was, kneeling at his side and shaking him by his shoulders.
“Ascian! Ascian, breathe. Whatever you may be thinking, whatever nightmare you may have had, it wasn’t real. Don’t worry. You’re safe, you’re alright. You’re…” the other trailed off, hesitating before finishing his sentence. “You’re not in the cave.” He muffled a sob, looking at Vesper with teary eyes.
“L-Lights… ple-please.” Vesper nodded, immediately getting up and flicking on the lightswitch. Soft yellow light filled the room immediately, and Ascian sighed. The panic tight in his chest loosened a little, and he replayed Vesper’s words in his head. Breathe, breathe, breath…
Vesper knelt at his side again, going to put his arms around Ascian before hesitating. “Can I touch you?” Ascian shook his head, pulling his knees to his chest. He didn’t want to feel closed in, he didn’t want to feel like he was back in the cave. Vesper nodded understandingly, pulling back. He continued to whisper comforts to Ascian, who whispered them to himself. As his breathing finally evened out, he shakily got up. Ves was at his side in a second, steadying him. “Where do you want to go?” He asked softly. Ascian pointed towards the bathroom.
Ves gently guided him there, opening the door and turning the lights on for him. He threw him a grateful look and turned the faucet on, splashing cold water on his face. He always found it a little funny how he could still interact with water despite being a ghost. Vesper leaned against the door, trying but failing to mask his concern. Their entire group of four people knew about his panic attacks, thankfully, which made explaining a lot easier.
“Have… have the attacks been happening more often? Altair mentioned something about that.” Ascian shrugged, voice still raw from crying.
“They’ve gone up again, yeah. It’s not as bad as around my death anniversary, but… it’s bad enough. I usually get by without disturbing Ro. Just send letters asking for stories to Altair, y’know?” He paused, wiping his face. “Sorry about waking you up, by the way.” Ves shook his head.
“I’d rather you wake me up than deal with that by yourself. I… I know how hard those can be. I get it.” Ascian smiled, nodding. “C’mon, you need to get back to sleep.”
The lights were off again, but Ascian just sat on his mattress, scared to fall asleep again. Vesper seemed to have fallen asleep quickly enough, his breathing evening out. The blinds were further open, alleviating the stress of the dark, but he still couldn’t bring himself to sleep. He shifted slightly, holding back a sigh, and placed his chin on the wooden border of Vesper’s bed. He closed his eyes, the heaviness of post-panic attack exhaustion setting in. As he almost dozed off, he heard Ves mumble sleepily.
“Ascian?”
“Yeah, that’s me. Did I bother you again?”
“Mm-mm. Do you… do you want to sleep on my bed? It may help because, um…” Ascian stiffened, feeling a blush rise. This had to be a dream. Vesper Drakos, Mr. Doom-and-Gloom of the group, was asking if he wanted to cuddle. He would have stopped breathing if he was alive.
“...Yeah. I’d like that.” Gathering his pillow and blanket, he floated onto the bed. Vesper had shifted over, giving the other plenty of space. He almost felt disappointed, but said nothing. The invitation to sleep here was comfort enough. Setting down his pillow, he wrapped himself in his blanket and laid down gently, sighing contentedly. He was acutely aware of Vesper laying next to him, steady and strong. He scooted just a little closer so that the other was in arm’s reach. Just in case, of course.
He waited for Ves’s breathing to even out again, a sure indicator that the other was asleep, before closing his own eyes and relaxing his incorporeal body. As sleep overtook his mind again, he felt Ves shifting. Before he could look, though, arms wrapped around him. He remained slack, this time out of shock. He stayed still, riding the high of this experience as euphoria mixed with sleepiness. As he was dozing off, he felt a kiss be placed on his forehead. He smiled, drawing closer to the other. Ves pulled him in sleepily, resting his cheek against his head. His smile widened, and he bid him goodnight as sleep swept over the two.
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