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“Mmm-mmff…”
“Ah… Emil, your arms are quite tight against me, are they not?”
“O-oh, um, sorry…”
“Haah… after everything we just did together, you still want to indulge in my touch. Not that I necessarily mind, Emil, but you are quite persistent…”
“...I need this, Sancho.”
“Uu-h, hmm?”
“I’ve been needing this warmth. This intimacy. For… years.”
“Ah, is this abou-”
“It is. I know that she… she’s dead, but I never, ever stopped thinking about what she did to my town. My life. M-my family…”
“As harsh as it sounds, I’m sure that everyone in this vehicle feels that way, Emil… there is always something horrible about the past, and I was far from an exception. But for you to cling onto it so dearly…”
“I, I-I… sniff…”
“Ah, Emil, wait, I didn’t mean to, please don’t cr-”
“I missed this, Sancho… gh-hic, I missed how I could n-nuzzle up to someone and… sniff, and just hide. Then a beautiful voice would - hic - hum and coo until I was feeling all better.…”
“Emil…”
“That’s, that’s what my mom always did. She was such a joy in my life, Sancho… sniff, and for her to be t-taken away, not just by that - hic - that woman, but also the dumb machines my neighbors all liked…”
“...”
“I miss her… uwaaah… sniff…”
“Shhhh… I’m listening. And I’ve got you, safe in my arms…”
“Gh-ghh-ghuwaaaahhh, haaahh… - sniffle - uwhaaah…”
“Oh, Emil, my dear… I cannot help but find something peculiar about all of this.”
“Whaah… sniff… I-”
“How you sob against my body… how I calm you down by brushing you all around… how I tell you that everything is going to be okay…”
“Gh-hhHHhh… hic…”
“I’m sure it was quite a shock for you… and myself, for that matter… to discover that I am truly centuries old…”
“S-Sancho…”
“In these times… doesn’t it feel less like we’re lovers? And more like… l-like… you are… my, child…?”
“...”
“...”
“I…”
“Emil.”
“...what… w-wha-”
“May I ask something serious of you?”
“Y… y-yeah…?”
“Do you prefer when I treat you this way? Do you prefer the real me, as opposed to who I try to be on the outside?”
“...”
“You can be honest.”
“...haah… you know, I would never want to oppose your dream, as Don Quixote… you give our lives so much energy with the way you talk, and s-stand up for people… your goals are worth pursuing… but…”
“But…”
“...but when we’re… alone… when you call me Emil, and I call you Sancho… when we don’t have anything to hide… when we just melt in bliss… I-I don’t think I would have it any other way.”
“...”
Smooch.
“Gh-S-Sancho–”
“A reward for your transparency. That’s my good boy…”
“...h-haah… haah…”
“You like that, don’t you? You like when I drop my tone, murmuring in your ear… just… like… this…?”
“Gh-haah, hhHHAAAaahh… Saan-choo…”
“Uuh-he-he-hee~...”
Smooch… Smooch…
“There is nothing to be worried about, my dear Emil… I know that you’re so shy… so scared… but that’s partly what makes my heart beat for you…”
“I-I… I can’t he-help…”
“On my end, Emil, I… I always feel that instinct… I want to help you.”
“S-Sancho… hh-ghh…”
“Hush, hush… just relax… just embrace how my fingers stroke and twirl against your golden streaks of hair… does that not feel comfortable…?”
“Gh-h-hh-hhh-haah-haah–”
“Ah, Emil, hold on… you’re shivering…”
“D-don’t panic Sancho, I - haah - I… I felt something, down my neck. It was… really good. Keep talking like that… p-please…”
“Oh~? Your whole body trembles when I just… whisper… huh~?”
“Y-yes…”
“I am all too happy to oblige… my Emil… such a sweet boy, who wants nothing but sweet things in his life… and he has the sweetest, most gentle woman, who wants nothing but to tend to his wants and needs…”
“...Sancho…”
“Ssshhhhh… you don’t need to say anything more. It has been such an exhausting night, hasn’t it…? Allow me to lull you into a deep sleep… you can feel rested and secure, knowing that I am, and hopefully always will be, by your side… let my fingers and my voice take you away from the cruelty of this world…”
“...”
“Is that helping you…? Am I giving you what you need…?”
“...”
“Hehee~... I can sense your consciousness fading… I really am the shining beacon of your life… aren’t I…?”
“...”
Smooch.
“Pleasant dreams, Emil.”