[ Like an oath sworn beneath hallowed halls--and perhaps they are hallowed, for what else should be held in reverence if not a place of home--those words still the clanging noise inside his chest, settle the rattle of his breath. A wisp of air passes through his lips, not quite a sigh but certainly heavy with a sense of relief.
Of all that he's said and done in the last few moments, it's the sense of reprieve washing through him that speaks greatest of trust. He's startled by it, the realization that he's not only willing to put such a grave task in Yu's hands, but that he believes in the resolve of them.
That such a resolve should exist, for someone--no, something like him--
Lavi's efforts to hold back the building tears falls short, long lashes releasing their watery prisoners once more. He makes a pained, breathless sound in some semblance of laughter, wishing like hell he wasn't so afflicted with emotion.
No, that too is wrong. If he were any less dazed by the merciless progression of sickness, he wouldn't be where he is, and though that place may be like a trembling fool in his partner's arms, it's where he wants to be.
The place that he belongs.
Swallowing again, Lavi nods weakly, the ghost of a smile on his mouth as lips finds the edges of Yu's in a quivering kiss, softer than before. Not driven by lust or desperation but simple affection, gratitude given tangible form.
Whispered softly against skin, the shake of his voice is nearly imperceptible now, and while it's not the fierce declaration that Kanda so seamlessly delivered--it has a similar gravity for him-- ]
Okay. I believe you.
[ "I trust you."
Drawing back, his arms slip down, hand catching on the edge of a sharp jaw gently. He'd done this same movement just before Gramps had slid into the darkness of broken memory, but the texture and experience of it is different now. The skin feels softer, shines brighter, everything about Yu cast in a charmed light to him.
Emotions, he thinks, really are the most dangerous drugs for the mind.
Shifting his head away (he can feel the heat building between pressed brows, the growing fever trapped beneath the blend of black and orange hair), Lavi tries for a second smile, a second, slightly less shaky kiss chastely laid against the frame of a sharp cheekbone. ]
Sorry. 'M getting you all wet. We should--I should eat before I cry on you more.
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Of all that he's said and done in the last few moments, it's the sense of reprieve washing through him that speaks greatest of trust. He's startled by it, the realization that he's not only willing to put such a grave task in Yu's hands, but that he believes in the resolve of them.
That such a resolve should exist, for someone--no, something like him--
Lavi's efforts to hold back the building tears falls short, long lashes releasing their watery prisoners once more. He makes a pained, breathless sound in some semblance of laughter, wishing like hell he wasn't so afflicted with emotion.
No, that too is wrong. If he were any less dazed by the merciless progression of sickness, he wouldn't be where he is, and though that place may be like a trembling fool in his partner's arms, it's where he wants to be.
The place that he belongs.
Swallowing again, Lavi nods weakly, the ghost of a smile on his mouth as lips finds the edges of Yu's in a quivering kiss, softer than before. Not driven by lust or desperation but simple affection, gratitude given tangible form.
Whispered softly against skin, the shake of his voice is nearly imperceptible now, and while it's not the fierce declaration that Kanda so seamlessly delivered--it has a similar gravity for him-- ]
Okay. I believe you.
[ "I trust you."
Drawing back, his arms slip down, hand catching on the edge of a sharp jaw gently. He'd done this same movement just before Gramps had slid into the darkness of broken memory, but the texture and experience of it is different now. The skin feels softer, shines brighter, everything about Yu cast in a charmed light to him.
Emotions, he thinks, really are the most dangerous drugs for the mind.
Shifting his head away (he can feel the heat building between pressed brows, the growing fever trapped beneath the blend of black and orange hair), Lavi tries for a second smile, a second, slightly less shaky kiss chastely laid against the frame of a sharp cheekbone. ]
Sorry. 'M getting you all wet. We should--I should eat before I cry on you more.