The Stage is Set

A Brother's Call pt.6

Rescue me - OneRepublic

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Reaper feels his soul already hurt with the pain of being away from Geno. Their bond is so fragile, so new. A squeeze of worry before feeling a pulse of comfort comes from Geno. Something that he returns with a soft smile as they exist in the moment. They both know that Reaper has to go; and has to be the one to go. Yet neither are ready to let go. Reaper is going somewhere that Geno can't follow, nor will they be together for a long time. So new in their relationship of being bonded by their souls, and tested from the first few weeks. Geno squeezes their hands for a moment before pulling away gently. He smiles once more before pulling a pair of glasses from his inventory. He hands them over to Reaper.

"Error didn't bring his glasses to wherever they are. Bring them to him?"

Reaper nods. "Of course my love."

Reaper gently takes the glasses from Geno's hand, careful with his claws. Geno then remembers the obvious while staring at those gloveless hands. Those claws he finds comfort in. Something he knows many people fear. "Do you have your gloves?"

Reaper looks away, "I tore them apart not too long ago." He sighs. "I didn't mean to, but-"

"It's okay." Geno cups his face as Reaper turns his attention back to him. Geno flushes as he looks away, "I... Um. I got you new ones–better ones–for your birthday." Geno turns away, rummaging through a cabinet behind him as he looks for where he hid them. He misses the expression that Reaper makes. "They took a bit to make, but I made sure to make them fit better around your claws. They're filled in, you know?" He turns around with handmade gloves, "Ink gave me the material a while ago. They'll protect others from your death touch. I know that your birthday-"

Reaper cuts him off with a strong hug and a kiss. He cries in relief of never having to wear those gloves that were torture for him. The ones that came from his home AU, since the start. He cries at the thought that Geno and Ink had planned these for him. That Geno had sewn these himself. That Ink had made it so he could be trusted by the others more. That all AUs would know that he could touch them without killing them. He cries that his brothers aren't here to see him wear them. He cries in fear that he could ruin all this hard work with this mission he's given himself.

Reaper pulls away as Geno tries to breathe. "Thank you so much."

Geno, flushed cherry red, smiles as he wipes away Reaper's tears. "You deserve more than the minimum, hun." He moves out of Reaper's arms, grabbing the bag that Reaper had forgotten. "Now come on, we need to get your bag packed up so you can bring everyone home."