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17. Love
Even with the beauty he can clearly see up ahead, the pitch of the former Angel’s Seeing Eye is locked on the stationary figure perched up on the stone scrolled balcony rails that frame the patio just beyond the room’s opened double French style doors. His alabaster skin is flawless, his built frame a little too perfect as he sits so completely immobile that he could easily be mistaken for a statue made of hardened marble. Those clear red eyes simply stare out over his domain without so much as a blink given, Fuan smiling softly at the knowledge that his Demon is fully aware of his new presence despite the fact that he makes no movement to indicate this at all. He slides silently into the near empty room a moment later, careful in his quiet steps as he moves gracefully past the oversized, four poster bed so as not to wake its ginger haired inhabitant from his dream filled, uninterrupted sleep.
There you are dear… he whispers as he moves past the threshold and steps in close, the sheer night gown covering his slender body fluttering lightly in the soft nighttime breeze.
The tall Demon simply smiles in return, his crimson gaze never leaving its place even as the raven haired beauty reaches out to run his fingers through long strands of snow colored hair.
“Could not sleep… I presume…?” Jenova asks quietly after a moment.
I… was lonely. Fuan answers and the traces of a pout that forms on his features pull a soft smirk from the taller man’s mouth.
“This One… is always near…”
Slipping his hands away from long strands of white, the slim figure allows his arms to trail around the Demon’s waist in order to hug his body close to his own a moment before his head is set against a wide back, both blind and seeing eyes alike closing right after.
True... but your bed is always taken now. Fuan whispers with a light, teasing smile given to snow colored locks.
“…As is yours…” The Demon answers simply. “…these days…”
It is not the same. The former Angel snorts.
“It is… exactly the same…” he’s told.
It doesn’t matter if it’s the same, Fuan frowns. I’m still lonely… right now.
“Only you… would feel lonely when surrounded by so many…” Jenova smirks.
And only you would say something so trite when you should just be comforting me instead. The raven haired beauty retorts. You’ll never change… will you, dear?
“No more than yourself, I am sure… we are… after all, creatures of habit…” The white haired man chuckles softly, the amusement in his tone rather clear. “So it seems…”
That we are, beloved… Fuan sighs a dramatic, quiet little sigh. That we are.
The former Angel reopens his eyes and pulls his face free of the Demon’s locks, the pitch of his seeing eye sliding up to find those crystal clear red orbs peering down from above. He’s caught for the space of a few moments, lost in those crimson pools so easily and it takes a considerable amount of effort to work himself free.
I…really do love you Jenova... He whispers when he manages to find his voice again, the words he speaks causing the slightest traces of a smile to curl at the corners of pale lips.
Glass tipped fingers slide down towards the arms that wrap his muscular frame and the tall figure gently pries them open while twisting his body around on the stone railing in one fluid movement that quickly brings them both face to face. Fuan is slid in-between long legs, his arms pulled back to once again wrap the Demon’s waist and soon, long strands of snow are slipping across broad shoulders as he leans down to steal a kiss from the former Angel’s mouth.
“And I you.” Jenova replies when he’s pulled back just far enough to sweep long, glass like claws through layered strands of coal.
The smile that forms on Fuan’s lips is automatic, the feelings of warmth that blossom inside of his chest he knows to be strong enough to light his frail body aglow. Taking a step closer, he allows his eyes to close once more while his forehead is set against the tall figure’s perfectly toned chest.
Always and forever? He wonders idly, needing the reassurance despite the fact that he already knows the answer.
Jenova smiles, strong arms rising to carefully wrap his narrow frame.
“Always…” he whispers in return, granting the one he holds exactly what he wants to hear. “…and forever…”