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♡Kisses. [🖤☁️/Criller]

Warings!:

-Hints of a former abusive relationships.
-mentions of cuts and scratches (/some s/h).

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Cross softly grazes a finger against Killer's scarred spine, staring at the wounds familiarly as he recalls the brief, but overall many conversations they struggled to have about the several wounds and bruises that had Killer had built up in the past from a partner before him. 

Even though Cross had seen all the wounds on Killer's body over a million times before he couldn't help but frown and wince every time he laid his eyes on them, always taking notice of how deep some were and how others were in far worse conditions than others.

Killer had always explained to Cross that he had never cared for the wounds anymore.
That they didn't affect him anymore like they had in the past when the events were always occurring, when they had just happened. 

But Cross was attentive when it came to Killer. 

Cross pays attention to Killer. Always; though, when he is paying attention to how Killer is, it's completely out of worry, and concern for his boyfriend, mentally. But, frankly, there was times where Cross paid too much attention to him, regarding every time  Killer would fall remotely silent whenever somebody mentioned the guardians name in front of him and constantly bring up how he's putting up with everything in the present.
Cross normally isn't that observant when it comes to other people, but Killer happens to be a different story. 

Yes, his mental health is really bad.
But what happened to them in the past is really what shocks Cross the most. And what they have yet to share; but normally, he has to pry it out of them just to get the information.

Cross is silent, his breathing soft as he stares at Killer's back, still. His phalange tracing over one of Killer's larger scars; the scar beginning over his the middle of his back, and ending over towards his ribcage where his target soul hovers. Cross investigated that, too, not too long ago.

His gaze softens, shifting lower to the smaller skeleton's back as he gives the wound a soft peck. Killer flinches lightly, clearly taken off guard by this. 

Slowly, he turns around to Cross who had himself towering over the bed they shared together, already having moved away from his back, staring at Killer with a loving gaze. Killer only locking their eye-lights in confusion.

" ...What was that for? " Killer questions, a bone brow raising as Cross' gaze shifts to Killer's arms and legs, also covered with many scars, some having different reasons than others with being stuck on his limbs.

Cross doesn't really reply to him, beginning to crawl onto the bed as Killer reacts with scooting back, giving more room to Cross who manages to put himself on the bed entirely. While Killer is stuck with his back pressed against the bed-frame.

Cross reaches for one of Killer's arms, gazing at his wrist that covers itself in scars. Both purposeful, and fully-intentional while some are quite the opposite for their purposes.

" Cross. What the hell are you doing. " Killer hisses carefully, fully on-edge. This situation has happened to him before, but it ended horribly.
In-fact, it was definitely something Killer afraid of occurring to him again.

Cross, once again, doesn't respond. Continuing to hold onto Killer's arm with a soft grip. Killer is almost hesitant to lift his arm away- he trusts Cross, but to this extent.

Cross soon leans his skull forward towards Killer's arm. Killer's breath hitches, and rears back as much as he could to the bed's frame. Cross remains staring at his scarred wrist and arm, soon getting closer, just enough for him to lightly press a kiss onto Killer's arm.

Killer, once again flinches but is relieved at the sudden act of affection towards his older wounds. Even flushing as Cross gazes at him for permission to continue on, his lips(?) dragging forwards to another wound.
To that, Killer responds with a hesitant nod.

Cross trails his kisses all the way to Killer's shoulder, just barely where they stop, only leading to more scars to 'cross' to his vertebrae and scapula.
Cross pauses, staring at Killer's arms with mere emotion before he places their arm down and lifts up Killer's leg, staring at his other scars.

" Killer..." Cross murmurs, gently pressing a kiss towards the other's thigh before moving lower down. 

" Yeah?... " Killer words out breathlessly, moving a thumb over Cross' cheek as he softly pecks his leg some more. 

" You're so beautiful, Killer. Even with what happened to you in the past, I couldn't love you more than I possibly do now. I'm so lucky to have you in my life, my dear. " Cross smiles softly. Cross's words making Killer..confused.

Killer's never heard something like that before. Better off, he's never heard it sincerely from someone before. It confuses Killer.

Cross confuses Killer. 

But that's one of the many reasons why Killer loves Cross to his core. Cross always keeps him guessing; welcoming new genuine emotions he's never experienced before he met him. Now thinking about it, Killer didn't know how he'd be without him.

But this was so different. Just in a number of seconds, Killer could feel his soul shift and shudder over his chest sending him into a load of emotions, the soul slowly melting as it changes its form and becomes a heart like-shape.

Cross notices immediately, watching as Killer's face flusters up in dark red hues, easily spreading against his cheekbones. It was clear that Killer was, as well as Cross, taken by surprise at this sudden change in shift.And nonetheless, how much it changed his mood.
But the more Cross stared at his flustered partner, the easier it was to notice the black liquid swelling at the corners of his sockets from the burning emotion he felt inside him, the black liquid slowly dripping down his face to represent his tears. Only relining, and adding more streaks onto the fading present streaks.

Cross slowly lowers Killer's leg, frowning slowly as he approaches his sobbing companion. 

Cross finds it better for Killer, mentally, if he barely questions him as for why he's crying, seeming as it will only make the situation worse. Cross, only shoving him into his chest as Killer silently sobs into it, leaning more into the touch as he wraps his arms around him.

" I'm sorry, Killer, " Cross frowns dimly, rubbing the other's back in gentle, soft circles as the other sobs into his chest, hugging him tightly. " I didn't mean to make you sad- "

Killer catches his breath, shaking his head as his grip loosens on Cross's clothing, " No, I'm..I'm not sad, Cross. I promise- " Killer breathes shakily, slowly looking up at Cross as a few more black streaks stream down his flustered cheekbones.

" I'm really, really happy. " Killer smiles, small eye lights forming in his formerly hollow sockets.

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—1150 words

i love criller so much ugh <33