Sweet Heart [Editing?]

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"Ambrose! Ambrose, wake up!" The first thing he saw was Septimus's worried face. What a wonderful thing to wake up to despite him looking so distraught. Ambrose blinked his eyes open, knuckling the crusties out of his eyes as he mumbled a sleepy response.
"You were talking in your sleep." He noticed the blond was straddling him, his hands above his head. Oh, goddess above, the thoughts that ran through his head.

"What time is it?" He gave him a look that meant 'you're a weirdo' and yawned.
"10:38" There was another yawn from the ginger at the mention of the time and hummed as he closed his eyes.
"What was I talking about?" He asked quietly, amused.

There was a deep sigh followed by a soft groan,
"Well, you said something like 'Omni Codec?'" Ambrose's eyes shot open, quickly finding Sep's hazel gaze. His throat felt dry and he couldn't talk. Even if he could he didn't know what to say.
"Does that mean something...? Ambrose, you're scaring me."

"I...I need to talk to you..."

- - -

He told him everything, except for his captors. Starting with the fact that he didn't remember anything from before. He told him about the experiments; avoiding questions regarding who, the pain, the falling apart. He let him see the string of numbers branded across his wrist.
#58772-90

He let him run his thumb over the tattoo, let him touch the scars on his chest and hips in disbelief. Under any other circumstances, this would have been hot.
"I'm so sorry..."

He ignored the apology. There was nothing he could have done. That's okay. But now that he knew. . .
"You must think I'm weird or something," he pulled the blanket back over his chest and pretended to be interested in a ratty little string hanging off the end.

He never knew why, but he felt that being an Artificial Demon held some disgrace with it. Like he was an abomination. Something that was neither here nor there. Just...a creation.

"Of course, I think you're weird. You live here, for Hades' sake!" His eyebrows knitted together in confusion as he looked at his friend. He was smiling, eyes sparkling like he'd just made some magnificent discovery.
"I mean. . . You don't want me anymore, do you?" He winced as Sep's expression dropped. Maybe it was the fact that'd he'd been sober for at least a day, or maybe it was just the stout confusion on his face that startled him.

"Ambrose, that's-My opinion on you hasn't changed because of your past. I still love you. So much." He smiled at the ginger. Then the realization hit him.
"But...I'm nothing. I have nothing-no past, no-no family-"

"Woah!" Sep sat back on his haunches quickly, as if thrown back by the force of the words.
"You aren't nothing. You're my best friend-hopefully, my boyfriend but we'll talk about that later." The comment made Ambrose chuckle, hardly noticing the fire trying to catch in his chest. He knew then and there that Sep seemed to make it all better. It could be conquered. He wouldn't have to fall apart.

"And-and, we're you're family! Alastair, Alan, Rose-the kids! The kids adore you, Ambrose," he had to admit he was making a very good argument. He squeaked as he was pinned to the bed,
"Say you're everything or I'll tickle you." He threatened, pecking his nose. Ambrose laughed, squirming under him as he tried to get loose.
"Sep! You butt head!" He chuckled, squealing as he was tickled. The blond kept attacking him, giggling along with him.

"That's not what I asked! I'm just gonna keep tickling you!" He laughed, squealing again as his arms were pinned above his head.
"Okay, okay! I'm everything-" he gasped as his lips smashed against his, immediately melting into it.
"Yes. You are," he hummed. His breath hitched in his throat as he felt his lips on his chest.

"You're such a tease," he whispered, watching him kiss his scars.
"You deserve love," he smiled, covering his face in kisses. Ambrose smiled, and wrapped his arms around him.

They laid there, a kiss punctuating the silence every so often.

"Well? Are you going to take me or are you just going to sit there and look pretty?"