Alive | Starrison [✔️]

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Ringo woke up to the strong smell of George's cologne. Then he realized he was in his bed. He snuggled into the thick blanket, a frown tugging his lips down.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

He heard him sigh from across the room.

"I..." George's voice wavered a bit. "I-I didn't know how, Rings."

Silence.

"You hate me."

Ringo furrowed his eyebrows. "No I don't."

He turned, facing him. George was so far away, seated in a chair across the room. He yearned for his touch. And as if George could've read his mind, he walked over and sat beside him.

George was still frowning. "You hate me." He repeated, eyes trained on the bare toes of his feet.

Ringo turned and wrapped his fingers around his cold wrist. "I don't hate you, Geo." He murmured, blue eyes meeting his. "Quite the opposite, really." He raised his hand to his lips and kissed the knuckles of George's hand.

"You're really okay with this?"

"I really don't care what you are. Vampire, human, you're still George he-who-bites-ice cream to me." Ringo kissed his cold cheek. "And you being a vampire doesn't change my feelings for you."