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login words~No.2

A/N: Taking a little break from ch. 16 of Believe Again. 😛 @r-e-i-i Hope you like this, Reii 太太！

You suck in a sharp breath when you feel the ticklish sensation of fingers running through your tendrils of long hair.

“You’re pretty cute when you’re asleep…” His quiet voice floats towards your ears, rough and a little scratchy. It’s both soothing and unsettling at the same time. You find yourself tempted to lean backwards so you can feel his fingers on your scalp, and so he can continue stroking your hair in that uncharacteristically tender way, all while butterflies flutter in your chest and heat rises to your cheeks and ears.

“Tch. So this is what Luciel got to see every night while you were at that apartment.”

The corners of your lips begin to curl up, and you have to force yourself to keep still and keep up the sleeping facade. He’s jealous, more than he’d like to admit around you.

“I wonder. What are you dreaming of right now?”

You’re awake now, but getting to hear Saeran speak to you like this – softly, with that enticing, lilting tone of his voice – feels very much like a dream.

“If I visit you in your dreams…” He trails off, faltering with uncertainty that you can hear in the brief silence that follows. “I promise… I won’t be a ghost or a villain, but an angel.”

Oh, Saeran… You want to get up and throw your arms around him, press him close to you and your racing heart. But you don’t, for that will very quickly cause him to shrink away, withdraw and run away like he always does when he’s this vulnerable.

You try to focus on the calming motion of his fingers weaving through your hair, and a little sigh escapes you before you can stop it. Saeran… A villain, and a ghost… You suppose that’s what he’s had to be for most of his life. Even now. Hidden from view, kept from the light of day, manipulated and forced into a life of crime and vengeance.

But after spending the past few days with him, you know better. You’ve seen the lost, wandering spirit of a child who was abandoned by his loved ones, you’ve seen the pain contorting his face when the drugs he’s forced to ingest overwhelm him, and you’ve seen the moments – moments like these – when he settles down and reveals the gentle side that he’s locked away deep inside of him.

He’s an angel alright. A broken one.

You close your eyes, fatigue finally washing over you. You focus on the steady drum of your heartbeat and his breathing as he watches over you while you sleep.

My guardian angel.