They both laid on the roof with their hands still together, letting the wind howl softly around them. Both boys had butterflies in their bellies, and warmth in their chests. Soul moved his big hand to cover the other boy's. Meanwhile, slowly adjusting his own hand, Black Star was only able to comfortably hold two or three of Soul's fingers at a time, never realizing how much bigger Soul was. Not just his hands, his whole lanky body in general. He still needed Black Star though, needed him to support him, to take care of him, "I guess the physical doesn't always mean as much as people give it credit for," he thought to himself. Black Star decided to restart the conversation, "Soul, I never realized. . ." Soul interrupted casually, "I figured the same, but I couldn't help it finally." He turned his head to look into the other boy's eyes, and Black Star followed his lead. He looked into the carmine tinted eyes that glowed softly from the moonlight. Soul reflected the position Black Star was in perfectly, Kid would be proud of the symmetry. He saw jade shaded eyes searching for something in the other's, he felt the smaller boy squeeze his hand a little more tightly, and Black Star opened his mouth slightly, hesitating for a second, and mumbled, "please, don't hurt yourself anymore." Delight skipped in both eyes and hands, like static, like electricity flowing back and forth between the boys, making them tighten their hands. Watching the stars and moon, the shooting stars galavanted through the sky. Making time feel as if it had frozen just for them. With the love and care the young man showed for him, the signs, though subtle, were hard to miss. His heart skipped a beat as he risked glancing over at his roofed company. It seemed endless to Black Star. He was prepared to say something when Soul cut him off, forcing the words back down his throat
"Maybe we should go inside," he quipped. Awkwardly shifting his hand from Black Star. Soul immediately missed the contact, as he smiled trying not to show the hurt he felt.
He liked being isolated in their world. It was just him and Black Star. The only person who cares enough to put the ointment on with no judgement attached. The only person that cared enough to give him some leeway. The only person who cared constantly, and unconditionally
Hanging his head, he nodded. "Yeah. Maybe we should go inside," he sighed out. Trying not to cry from separating, he just tried to remember Star's words "please, don't hurt yourself anymore". But in truth, he still wanted to go back to the razor. Before Black Star hops inside from the edge, Soul called out softly, "wait," and as Black Star turned around, he felt warmth and wetness for a split second on his cheek. I think I love him, Soul thought. "I love you," Black Star shot back, much braver than Soul, but still shy, he felt shingles in his hands, and railing on his feet, and sliding inside the house, but running back to help Soul down. He had shingles in his hands again, peeking over the roof, seeing Soul walking over to him, "Hi." "Hey, what is your silly ass doing hanging on the roof like that?" Soul asked with a sharp, toothy smile. "I was coming back to help your goofy ass back down, so you don't hurt yourself getting back inside!," Black Star yelled in a snarky voice, furrowing his brow, then sticking his tongue out, "so get your butt over here, these shingles hurt my hands," slowly pulling him self up to help Soul, "maybe I should just lock the balcony door!," he finished teasing, as he helped Soul lower the reverse of how they got up there in the first place.
"You wouldn't dare," Soul whispered getting back down, "more of a 'stage whisper' with how loud it sounded, surrounded by silence," Soul pondered. Soul heard a click, after a closed glass paneled door slid shut. "Son of a bitch," Soul said standing in front of a locked door with a stupid assassin grinning on the other side. Soul lifted a certain finger to show his love for the other boy at the moment, and the grin grew wider and he covered his face with spread hands as if he was offended. Soul smiled as the boy moved slowly to open the door, hearing the click again, and the sliding sound with it. He was being sleek, acting nice as he slithered back through the barely cracked door, and surprising Black Star by tackling him gently. "I'm going to teach you a lesson about locking doors," Soul growled, almost softly. Black Star took one look, and knew he meant it, turning around and taking a running jump, sliding down the stairs, preparing for the supposed lesson with Soul running not far behind.