((Seb)) Whisper~
Put “whisper” in my ask box and my muse will whisper one of these in your muse’s ear:
Yosuke had been quiet all day. Gotten home and gone straight to studying, giving minor responses, and it wasn’t till after Sebastian had gone to bed that the male grabbed a few beer cans from the fridge, and he joined Sebastian in bed an hour or so later, curling himself up against the male’s back, not even checking to see if he was asleep before a slurred voice whispered into his hair. "…I hate you… but I need you… i hate how dependant on you I am… I… wish you didn’t stay back then.. now, c-cos… I…c-can’t tell who you are, you’re him but you’re not… Souji… I love you…” He hugged the sleeping form’s body tightly, now used to the chilled skin, and silently sobbed himself to sleep.
It didn't took Sebastian long to figure that something was bothering Yosuke. The lack of response from the other man bothered Sebastian, but he didn't want to intrude on his business, so he'd decided to stay quiet.
As he laid on the bed, awake, he felt Yosuke's warm presence against him and heard the whispers. Sebastian stiffened when he heard the first three words. His throat instinctively tightens up as he continued to listen. And when the other broke into quiet sobs, Sebastian could hear the words echoing in his mind; hate, I hate you...
He hated it too. Those words that came out of Yosuke's mouth, whether it be intentional or not. He hated it because he felt the same. Who was he? He was like a mutant, a mistake. A gross combination of what Souji once was and what he is now. Sebastian grips on to the bedding, frustrated with the conflicting thoughts on his mind and the tears rolling down his face.
He could not sleep that night.
