Submitted by: Anonymous
((OH MY GOD when did you change that))
It took a moment for Sync to let the words set in. It must have been a dream. No one would ever say those words to him. Why trust someone like him? It was stupid to even do so. You’re supposed to trust people who are worthy, people who could actually be of use. Not someone like him.
Not someone so far beyond broken.
Sync had no idea how to respond. He opened his mouth to speak, only to close it soon after. There was nothing he could say. Nothing was right. Hanging his head, he sifted through the thoughts that cluttered his mind, hoping to find the response that would hurt the least.
"Is that really the best choice?" he asked quietly. "Don’t you have any doubts at all?"
"I’m afraid I got a little lost. Will you lead me back to the Cathedral, love?"
He didn’t really want to. And why was Anion calling him that? “Fine…”
"I love you."
"You love me?"
"I’m never going to leave you."
"Don’t push me away!"
"I trust you with my life."
"I love the way you hate me,"
"You’re afraid but you don’t have to be."
"Push me away all you want, I’m going to fix this."
"I never meant to hurt you."
"You broke my heart!"
"If I give you my heart, do you promise not to break it?"
"You’re all I have."
brokenmaskedreplica said: Sync shifted slightly in the bed, scrunching his eyebrows together. There was a frown on his face and his hand reached out towards Guy. “G-Guy….” he whimpered.
Guy pinched his nose bridge the moment he heard his name called again. He looked back down at Sync, cheeks beginning to warm up as he recognized the expression on the boy’s face. With his free hand, he slipped it over Sync’s hand and brushed his thumb against his skin.
He could have very well handled this situation easily if Sync was awake, but doing it while he was asleep was bit more distressing. He sighed, thinking to himself, ‘He… he’s really doing this to me, isn’t he?’ He hoped he would have enough willpower to ignore it, but the blonde always had a habit of getting weak in the knees when it came to Sync’s needy voice.
He made a soft whining noise, grabbing hold of Guy’s hand. His lips fell open slightly and he took in a small breath. “Guy…” He bit softly onto his lip, tightening his grip on Guy’s fingers. “Guy…. I’m… I’m…” He sighed. “I’m hungry.”
Guy hadn’t noticed that he was even holding his breath as Sync continued. He shifted under the blankets slightly, losing all focus on the paperwork as he looked down at Sync. Just seeing him like this, whimpering and his lips parted ever so slightly, Guy was tempted to just kiss him then and there.
With his grip tightening on the blonde, he bit his lower lip to keep from making any noise only to have them part again a moment after. His cheeks continued to burn and he was just about ready to curl his own leg around Sync’s —
until that came out of his mouth.
To keep from squeezing Sync’s hand, the paperwork in his other scrunched in his grip as he lowered his head, feeling defeated in a number of ways.
He wouldn’t forget this.
Furrowing his eyebrows further, he rolled onto his back with his hand still grabbing hold of Guy’s. “Mmmmnnnnnn,” he whined, his stomach growling softly in his sleep. After a moment, his eyes fluttered open slowly.
Groggily, he looked up at Guy, unsure of why he was holding his hand. He didn’t remember falling asleep like that. “Guy?” he asked, just barely noticing the way the paperwork was gripped in his hand. “Is something wrong?” The last word was almost cut off by the yawn that escaped his lips.
"Why do you want to know that…?"