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2015-12-21
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2016-03-17
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4/?
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Speaks in Volumes

Summary:

Hide speaks in volumes. Kaneki hears it all.

Notes:

I've done some research on whether or not "mute" is the correct term I'm looking for. Some of the other descriptors I've found, "nonverbal" or "speech impaired," seem to refer to specific types of muteness ("nonverbal" to selective mutism, which is psychological, and "speech impaired" seems to refer to people who have the physical capabilities to speak but are unable to, possibly due to deafness or autism).

Hide in this fic, however, is part of that infinitesimally small percentage of the population who were born with their vocal cords under-developed and therefore is "physiologically mute." I cannot seem to find a more fitting term beyond "mute" but if someone knows the correct term for this (assuming "mute" is offensive, which I can't find conclusive evidence for when it comes to those who are "physiologically mute") please let me know.

Thank you. c:

Chapter 1

Notes:

This fic will be written as a series of inter-connected drabbles. However, I am not writing each installment chronologically. Because of this, relevant information (such as age) will be shown in the beginning.

Chapter Text

(Kaneki: 27; Hide: 26; 2 years and 7 months after their first meeting)

 

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Hide speaks in volumes.

The flutter of his hands are poetry, the tilt of his head, song, his smile entire novels. He never stops talking, he chatters with his fingertips, the crinkle of his eyes. He talks and Kaneki listens.

He hears ‘I’m tired’ in the way the blond leans in, the way he shares the burden of his weight with Kaneki, the kiss of their shoulders. He hears the laughter when Hide’s eyes widen, just the slightest, when he is delighted, that nanosecond before that crinkle Kaneki adores forms. He in turn is delighted by the constant affirmation, the 'I love you’ he sees whenever Hide’s eyes rests on him.

Hide speaks volumes with his hands as they explore the slick planes of Kaneki’s body, hesitant and unsure. Warm. He sings epics as his nails score Kaneki’s skin, unbidden and desperate, his mouth hot and wet against Kaneki’s neck.

Kaneki falls deeper in love with every word Hide says, revels in it as he descends further.

“I love you,” he murmurs into golden skin and smiles when the blond drags a finger across his back.

'Me too. I’m great,’ the other man writes, sleepy smile soft on his face.

And Kaneki hears the volumes spoken in that smile too.

I love you too.