A soft caress of the cheek, the lightest touch of the tips of fingers that trail down your skin.
Such is what many have wished for but never received. There being merely bruises and cuts, welts and gashes.
The touch of an abusive.
Not the gentle touch of a lover~
Nor the whispers of love that speaks throughout each connection to the other whose soul is said to be interlocked with yours.
"Dammit, Hikaru~" Tikore murmured softly, lightly dabbing at the cut on his forehead with a wash cloth. Which was soaked in alcohol. "You promised, no more fights~ Not after last time we moved.."
A low hiss passed the seadweller's parted lips as the cloth first touched him, fins fluttering slightly.
"Mm~ I know..But those guys were talking down to a rust blood! The assholes had it coming~ Thinking that they were better~.."
Few cuts were adorned to Hikaru's body, along with that of small bruises. It looked as though he was hit by a car and survived.
The now bloody rag was set aside, Tik crawling onto his brother's lap and gently caressed his face, a worried look in place.
"What if they had hurt you worse than this though? Broken something inside you? We don't have the money to pay for hospital bills..Nor do I have the time to be apart from you~"
They were so estrange together. Having such a relationship, a bond, with the other. It was uncommon and even disgusting in their homeland.
Hikaru merely sighed and nuzzled into the hand briefly, before leaning down to rest his forehead against his twin's.
"Nothing worse did happen though. No hospital bills will come and you won't have to spend time away~"
A soft, short kiss was shared between the two, Tik curled up on his lap and Karu holding the other tightly against him.
"I don't wanna loose you, Onii-chan..." Tikore whimpered quietly, resting and nuzzling against him.
"No more fights. Please? That maybe selfish of me, but-"
"Tik," The Bard nuzzled into his neck with a quiet chuckle. "I promise, and mean it this time, no more fights. 'Sides, you have a right to seem selfish right now~"
They stayed that way in perfect content for a long while, Tikore purring softly to Hikaru and messing with his hair a bit, while said other hummed lowly and trailed a few fingers down the Page's arm.
The gentle touch of a lover is better than that of an abusive for sure.
