NIGHT 65: M1-M10 HALLWAY

[his_legacy]

As soon as the intercom was through, Link was off at a sprint. He carried the pillow case,his flashlight, and the knife from the previous evening.

There were now two tasks to be accomplished: Supplies for Sora, and another clue in the X-Ray Room. Two birds with one stone in the medical wing. There wasn't a moment to lose.

Sora could already be gone by the time he returned.

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[purgatio]

Nigredo agreed, and lightness passed through him. There was nothing to be fought, or unwillingness to his terms. His brother only agreed readily, and nothing further. The child smiled.

An expression that faltered slightly at Nigredo's continuance. It called backwards, weeks, to when another of blood made a half-hearted attempt at concern, and Albedo had laughed then, raged then, because it just seemed a boot to be ground into him, because how could he get hurt?!

...There were differences now, he knew injuries better now, and Albedo knew that Nigredo did not only mean physically. That care did not simply extend to the body alone. He nodded once, then tried to smile again--it came out shy and small. The gesture given lacked both of those, however: He leaned over his brother's legs and the items on the bed and pressed his lips to Nigredo's, a hand coming up to thread through his hair.

Whatever you want, seemed too trite for tonight, and Albedo only gave agreement against Nigredo's lips. "I will. I won't be reckless." A thick promise from this one. "I love you, Nigredo."

After a moment, he slipped from the bed, turned once out the door, and left into the night.

--Except not quite.

In the hallway, a key was taken from a pocket, and Albedo turned it in the lock fluidly. A click echoed back in Nigredo's room. {So no one bothers your rest.} Ironically, the sentence lacked any possessiveness the gesture would normally have gained, and instead only held affection. {Sleep well.}

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[atrabilis]

Another slipped past boundaries and touched lips to his, and Nigredo could not understand. He felt his heart flutter in its beats as Albedo slid fingers through his hair. There was agreement and a promise, and then the elder spoke a phrase that affected him more than the last: I love you.

He flushed through his fever. To his annoyance, the room spun once more. "...You, too," came the mutter. Nigredo was also sorry, very sorry for the deterioration and the unneeded burden, but that could not be said. Not yet. Complications would arise; he no longer had the right to complain the moment he offered his trust. As Albedo left the room, he swallowed the rest of his words and fell back onto the bed.

A click drew his attention momentarily, the subsequent explanation more so, but before the boy could even touch his reactions, he slid into apathy. Reminded himself of his trust. {Good night,} he sent instead. Be well, was the final implication.

Again, he went the way of dreamless sleep and thought little of the loss before him.