Misery Loves Company

This Feels Right....

You sob as someone holds you, hiccuping and sniffing uglily. Their grip tightens around you, and they stroke over your skull, carefully tracing the self-inflicted wounds with gentle touches as they begin to heal.

You’re not sure how long you sit there, in that embrace, before your rationality comes back. You realize that your eyesocket was squeezed shut the entire time, causing you to open it, your hearing is back to normal too. You put your hand on the chest of the person holding you to brace yourself, and look up at them.

You’re surprised to see Cross’ worried eyelights peering down at you and you take a moment to look around, realizing someone must have brought you to your room. Your tendrils are all poised to strike until you order them to lower, Cross visibly untenses once they lay limp on the sheets of your bed.

You grip the cloth of his sleeping sweater and bring your other hand to your own chest, feeling his soul beat and trying to tune yours to the same beat. It takes some time but when it falls into the other’s music, you’re considerably calmer and no longer take those unnecessary breaths.

You allow your body to lean into his, feeling him slightly jolt in surprise as you nuzzle your face into his shirt. “thank you, cross” you say weakly, voice hoarse, Cross’ hand on your skull falters. “i’m sorry” he whispers and you shake your head, “there’s nothing to forgive, you did no wrong” you say, he had a right to do what he wished.

“no, i was avoiding you, and that was very inconsiderate of me” he admits, you can’t help but sigh. “very well, if you insist, you are forgiven” you murmur, feeling your consciousness begin to slip, the soothing beat of Cross’ soul lulling you back to sleep. Cross’ arms begin to untangle themselves from you but you hold tight onto him.

“nightmare?”, you don’t look up at him, “stay?” you ask simply. He sighs above you, “yeah, okay” he answers and you almost smile, but you’re already slipping back into that familiar darkness.

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You clutch whatever is in your grip as you wake, trying to regain your motor functions. “that’s adorable”, you hear Cross’ voice coo in a whisper and you still, opening your eye and looking up at the now rigid soldier. He looks at you and you do the same to him, your soul warm and beating faster the longer you stare at his flushed face.

You find it almost unbearable yet pleasant at the same time. You give a quiet but amused scoff at his compliment as you sit up, you notice that you’re straddling him and blush a bright cyan, pushing yourself up and off of him. Your spine aches at the reminder of the awkward sleeping position.

You both sit there, awkwardly, waiting for the other to start speaking. “cross-”, “night-”, you both pause, having spoken simultaneously. “sorry, you can start” Cross says, and unlike one would expect, you don’t turn the offer down. “um, i-”, you stop and swallow the lump in your throat, “i think i like you”, you screw your socket shut, knowing your face is a lamp by now.

You hear Cross inhale sharply, a small seedling of doubt growing in your soul. Making a noise of shock, you’re pulled against Cross’ hard chest, “i-i feel the same” he squeaks out and you feel your soul overflow with warmth as you wrap your arms around him.

You take your sudden rush of adrenaline and turn it into confidence, asking your question before you have time to whimp out, “does this mean we’re dating now?” you push out quickly. Cross shrugs, “yes?” he drawls, it sounding like a question instead of an answer but you take it nonetheless.

You can’t help but smile as you hug him again. He likes you back, and you couldn’t be happier. You smirk to yourself, suddenly feeling mischievous,  as you take the chance to fluster him like once before, pulling him down by the collar of his shirt and pressing your teeth to his with your socket squeezed shut.

You hear him let out a high pitched squeak before you pull back, watching his blank look slowly become wide-eyed and purple cheeked with fond amusement. Cross looks down at you like a gaping fish, teeth parting and closing with only the click of his teeth making sound.

The sight is amusing, a laugh bellowing from the depths of your soul causing Cross to jolt. He looks at you again, finally closing his teeth, before turning his face away from you. You smile, expecting it, “how cute” you say, making the purple glow of his face grow stronger.

You’re broken from the moment when a knock sounds out on the door, “brother?” Dream’s voice calls out, and you furrow your brows. “come in, dream” you call back, watching the door creak open. Dream’s round face pops into view, “almost time for breakfast” he says, eyelights darting between you and Cross with warmth.

“glad to know that you two made up” he squeals before popping back through the doorway and out of sight. You laugh as you look at Cross’ awkward smile, “come on- we have to go eat breakfast” you speak through your chortles.

You slip from his hold and out of bed, walking across the soft carpeting of your floor to your closet. You, feeling in a much better mood, forgo your usual hoodie and stick with the sweater and shorts only. You shimmy your way to the bathroom after, taking note of Cross’ absence on the way, and take a warm but quick shower.

Feeling a bit lazy today, you merely teleport to the dining room straight after dressing. Only your brother jumps at your sudden appearence and you snort before sitting in your usual spot, feeling much more at home with Cross nearby.

This….

This feels right….