This is another request, it's Lovi's POV. I'm not crazy about how it turned out but yeah...
The lilting, accented voice pushes through my morning drowsiness, mumbling sweet nothings, and waking me up in spite of my clinging to sleep. I pull tighter into myself, trying to ignore the fact that my eyes are still slightly sore from crying the night before, and blush at the impossibly familiar smell of the Spaniard I know is laying next to me.
He smells warm. Like sugar and earth, even a little like the rain, whose loud companions scare me so much. The smell is like love. Like childhood and affection and everything I've ever loved in Antonio.
The smell has soaked into the blanket wrapped around my legs and the sheets under me. But, it hasn't quite saturated pillow, not completely anyway. There I find a strange combination. It's a mix of his warmth and a tinge of a different scent that, after a minute, I realize is my own. I bite back a smile at the knowledge and chose instead to wonder whether to get up or not.
Eventually, I pretend I haven't woken, deciding not wanting to get up or face his worry after my thunder induced panic attack. Antonio always babies me the morning after a thunderstorm. When I was young I appreciated it, but now that I'm older, I can't help but find it slightly demeaning.
Warm arms slid around my waist and lips brush past my ear. "I know you're up, Lovi," the whisper summons blood to my cheeks and I find myself fighting between two wonderful choices. I can't decide between headbutting him and spitting insults or curling into his arms and spewing previously unshed words of love. I wind up rolling over and pressing into his chest instead, ignoring the cooing voice that's dripping with more love than I can process. I bury my face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent.
For the longest time I simplily lay there, enjoying the feeling of being held, a comfort I avoid regularly. I know he loves it when I'm like this, when I relax into him and bath in his love, it's a rare situation for both of us and it's common knowledge that as soon as I wake fully I'll be jerking away, cussing violently and pretending I feel nothing for him. But, at the moment, I don't, and at the moment, we both know what my approval means.
It means I love him.
I won't ever say the words. At least, not until I get over my past, but at moments like this, early in the morning or very late at night or even in the middle of a storm, we know I love him. He sees this just as clearly as the rest of the world sees he loves me, when he praises and smiles and laughs.
His love is obvious, clear and open. Mine is closed in, controlled, and hidden. But, they're both clear at this moment.
I pull myself out of my mussing to look up at him, forgetting the thoughts and smells to wonder at his eyes. The green is lovely in any one's mind, but they're so much more to me.
I can see things in people's eyes, their beliefs, hopes, everything. It's an all access pass to a person's true nature. When I was young and told Feli he started gasping about souls and other nonsense.
No matter what it is I see, I know what it is real and I know it's changed my view of everyone. I see good things, positives and others, but I also see the negative. The malice and hate. Antonio doesn't have that. His eyes hold a twisting, twirling design of a hundred different colours, shifting with his thoughts.
At the moment, the lines shimmer a light violet, creating beautiful veins in the deep green. The pupils glance back over my shoulder. It's a strange habit I've always noticed but never bothered to question.
The violet is a colour I only see when we're like this. It's a colour I know means he love me. He may make it clear, but, for some reason, seeing it in his eyes, it's so impossible to doubt.
I bite back another smile and burrow back against him, deciding that I'd be glad to sleep for just a little longer.
Ugh. I'm not a fan of this one, but I did the best I could? I spent ages trying to decide if Lovi should be able to see souls, so um, he kinda can? Just not in the same way. I hope it was okay. And sorry for Lovi being OOC, I'm not sure how to write Lovi in this kind of situation, it's hard to make him openly loving, so yeah... sorry... In any case, thank you so very much for reading! Please review if you get the chance? I'd really appreciate it.
Also, I'm still working on the other requests... I'm kinda failing at the moment though...
The request by Pbjeran mentioned last chapter has now been posted!
Thanks again!
