"I…I don't know. Maybe it didn't. But it did…something," He said, blinking his golden eyes a couple times.
Oh, It's You Again // O/O // Closed
Scipio blushed a bit again. "Fuck, they came back."
"Oh." Bridge smiled a little. "I…I don't even know what I did that time."
"You're… You're being yourself. Stop it." Scipio looked away and huffed.
"Oh. I…sorry." Bridge looked up at him apologetically. "I don't…I don't know how."
"I just have to stop looking at you because I can't kill the insects."
"Oh. Okay." Bridge agreed, tilting his head at Scipio. He may not have been watching Bridge, but Bridge was surely going to look at him.
Scipio could feel Bridge's eyes on him and his face started to slowly grow redder. Just ignore him, dammit…
Bridge kept looking at him - his hair, his face, his eyes. It was all so…beautiful. He liked it. A lot.
((What if they employ a younger guard, like 18 or 19, and he gets a crush on one of them))
(The guard on Bridge/Scipio?)
Scipio eventually hid his face, which felt hot in his hands. He could feel his pulse in his neck.
((yeah))
"You're pretty," Bridge eventually said, so softly that you might not have been able to hear it.
(I mean, sure. You can control him if you want)
Scipio still caught what Bridge said and blushed harder, staying quiet.
((Just an idea yeah, later probably))
"I didn't…I didn't know you could blush that much," He said a little louder, although it was nowhere near his normal tone.
"S-Shut up…" Scipio turned away.
"Sorry. I…sorry," Bridge apologized, bringing his knees up to his chest and resting his chin on them.
Scipio stayed where he was for about five minutes until he finally managed to get his blush to fade. He glanced back over at Bridge.
Bridge lifted his eyes to meet Scipio's, smiling a little, but nothing that would make him blush again.
Scipio just watched him curiously, staying very still. What is he smiling about?
Bridge returned to his original position, sitting cross-legged, tilting his head at Scipio and not saying anything. What would he do?
"Why are you smiling?" Scipio asked simply after a few seconds.
"Because you look pretty," Bridge responded with the same smile. Even if he hadn't responded to Scipio, he couldn't help but smile.
Scipio coughed and looked away again. Dammit… He brought his wrist up to his face and bit it.
Bridge took his arm, guiding it gently away from his face. "Don't…don't do that either."
"I have to make sure I'm not going insane." A bit of blood trickled down his arm.
"You're not. Don't do that," Bridge said, wiping it away with a pale finger and putting his other hand up to the side of Scipio's face.
"What are you doing?" Scipio looked down at Bridge, rubbing his wrist a bit.
"Keeping…making sure you don't bite yourself. See, you're not going insane."
"Like this?" Scipio smirked and bit his lip.
Bridge blushed, smiling a little to himself as he glanced to the floor. He nodded. "Yeah. Like…like that."
"But you don't seem to be trying to stop me now, are you?" He smirked again.