I am not. ( and this is what it's come to, is it … being bullied by your crybaby little brother. in all fairness, he deserves more than that just for the sake of being who he is, but coming from vash … it makes that flush deepen, just a little bit, but don't you dare say a damned thing about it!
the coolness of his prosthetic fingers feels nice against his heated skin, though, there is no denying that; it's been said before that nai has always felt as though he ran too cool to liken his body to that of a human's, and he isn't sure whether it's because of how he's changed in this place or the simple fact that vash is as close as he is, and he's soaking up his warmth in turn. but it feels like he might just burn up from the inside out, and if he's perfectly honest, he'd be okay with that.
but then vash is pulling away, putting distance between them and it might not be much, but nai hates it. he might not fully comprehend the state of his brother's body, old scars and new ones alike mapping him out with all the things he's let the humans do to him for the sake of trying to help them, and while he wouldn't blame him for being self-conscious over such a thing, he can't help but to think — )
Not what?
( he murmurs quietly, reaching up almost as an afterthought to pluck his glasses from the bridge of his nose and set them aside, hopefully not to end up lost or broken; his eyes are so much brighter without the tinted lenses in the way, and nai brings both of his hands back up to either side of his brother's face, thumbs stroking over his cheekbones, expression as soft as it's never been before this. ) Perfect?
Yes, you are.
( but he doesn't press forward, not yet, even as he's kissing him again with nothing but the heated pres of his lips and the slick slide of his tongue, a silent plea of trust me lingering in between every beat of his heart behind his ribs. )
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the coolness of his prosthetic fingers feels nice against his heated skin, though, there is no denying that; it's been said before that nai has always felt as though he ran too cool to liken his body to that of a human's, and he isn't sure whether it's because of how he's changed in this place or the simple fact that vash is as close as he is, and he's soaking up his warmth in turn. but it feels like he might just burn up from the inside out, and if he's perfectly honest, he'd be okay with that.
but then vash is pulling away, putting distance between them and it might not be much, but nai hates it. he might not fully comprehend the state of his brother's body, old scars and new ones alike mapping him out with all the things he's let the humans do to him for the sake of trying to help them, and while he wouldn't blame him for being self-conscious over such a thing, he can't help but to think — )
Not what?
( he murmurs quietly, reaching up almost as an afterthought to pluck his glasses from the bridge of his nose and set them aside, hopefully not to end up lost or broken; his eyes are so much brighter without the tinted lenses in the way, and nai brings both of his hands back up to either side of his brother's face, thumbs stroking over his cheekbones, expression as soft as it's never been before this. ) Perfect?
Yes, you are.
( but he doesn't press forward, not yet, even as he's kissing him again with nothing but the heated pres of his lips and the slick slide of his tongue, a silent plea of trust me lingering in between every beat of his heart behind his ribs. )