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Victor cherished nights like these, nights where Robert was with him and laying bare his deepest insecurities. Victor loves Robert with all his heart and loves everything about him but finds Robert doesn't love himself the same way Victor loves him.
Victor traced the cuts on roberts torso gently with his clawed hands and rubbed his thumbs on the discoloured skin from burns and He slid his thumb vertically on the scars on Robert's wrist from the razors he had used as well. He kissed each one of them with sacred respect as they showed his perseverance through the toughest of battles including the mental ones, roberts face was the colour of a red apple and the air around them was warm. Victor loved when Robert was flustered. It is the most beautiful of views. Moments like these remind Victor of how lucky he is to have Robert's heart and he wouldn't have it any other way.
“You're gorgeous, you know that?” Victor murmured as he kissed another scar on roberts torso.
Robert just nodded and brought his hands to Victor's neck scratching at his skin under the dense and soft fur. Victor purred and continued his devotion to the man underneath him. A few minutes go by before Robert scratches the base of Victor's ears and Victor melts into Robert's warm body. Nights like these are what keep Victor sober.