his were blue, too.

musn't forget

       The wind rustles through pinpricks of grass and trees in the distance, through ebony and crimson heads of hair. The blue sky is darkened, and all Guren finds himself thinking of is Shinya. He sees his former lover in every bit of blue he finds. It's hard to live, without him. He finds himself understanding Makoto's agony even more, and hates himself for it all, forgiven or not.

       His hours of sleep lessen, drastically, and he is looked on with pity by kids he's practically raised himself. It's a pain he's glad they'll never know.

        The only comfort he's given is by another as lonely as himself, all broad shoulders and luminous hair, gentle smiles and strong arms. Once he'd been an enemy, bringing Guren to the brink of death. Years later he'd carried him far from the edge, time and time again as trauma caught up to the young ravenette. They sit in silence in a darkened sky, leaning against each other. Moments of silence hang in the air before the other speaks.

       "I can already tell what you're thinking. I don't blame you for what happened. No one does. You were too young to lose so much, especially twice. I would've done the same thing, Guren, when innocent people that I loved lost their lives."

      He speaks softly, a hand moving to Guren's shoulder. The younger male doesn't flinch anymore, he just eases into the touch, eyes brimming with tears, "All of them are dead, Crowley, and I couldn't do anything. I thought ten years was enough, but nothing changed. I didn't do anything."

      "You raised a child and taught him good morals. You fought hard and saved as many as you could. You gave the people you love ten more years of happiness. I remember thinking of humanity as nothing more than livestock but you've proved me wrong countless times."

     He shuts his eyes, as he's yet again reminded of how human Crowley could be. The life he'd lived before vampirism. His eyes burn a dark, intense kind of blue that seems to keep Guren's heart beating. Shinya's eyes were blue, too. He'd gotten rid of his braid and darker hairs, had abandoned every reminder of life as a vampire.

He held Guren close, serving as his anchor in the agony the former lieutenant found himself so overwhelmed by. With the promise of peace came the pain he'd pushed back until then, pushed on by his demon.

The man beside him is the truest form of solace he's able to find, to wipe away his tears and support him chase away his sorrows.

His blue eyes are darker than Shinya's. It's almost funny, the way blue eyes entrap his heart. Unyielding loyalty, a sweet smile and even the slightest bit of childishness with a set of blue eyes. That's all it takes for him to open up. He lets out a quiet, dry laugh, gazing ahead with half-lidded eyes as the taller male glances down at him with a curious sort of gaze.

"I like your eyes." He begins, continuing when he sees the other smile. "I like how bright your hair is and how happy you make me nowadays. You've helped me and put through a lot."

The older seems to falter for a moment, "Do I remind you of him? Of any of them? I hate to ask something so sensitive, but-"

"No, not entirely." Guren immediately interjects. "There's a few similarities, but you're still an entirely different person. I can see more and more everytime I look at you. There's different aspects to all of it, even my feelings."

When Crowley leans forward and presses a kiss to Guren's head, the young man also notes the difference in Crowley's lips.