Parvill part two

Parvis P.O.V

I woke up groggily with a foggy mind and an achy feeling. It didn't bother me, somehow. For some reason, I felt content. Satisfied. Glad…?

Quickly dismissing the thought though, I opened my eyes to be blinded by chilling torch light. But, as my eyes adjusted, I strangely realized that I wasn't sleeping in a single bed. With glance to my right, I noticed with a grin that Will had moved his bed next to mine. I resisted a giggle and looked up at the figure sat on the frame of the bed. He was facing away from me in wait, seemingly deep in thought, as he hummed a soft tune.

I let him be for a couple of minutes, preserving the silence with a small smile. After about 5 minutes (which felt like forever in my opinion), I faked a yawn to get Strife's attention. He flinched quite noticeably, and I giggled softly.

"Morning Strife," I murmured sleepily, acting as if I had only just woken up. He turned quickly towards me, an astounded look of relief washing over him as he glanced at me. Moving to his feet and off of the bed's frame, He gingerly walked to my side.

"Hey." His voice was soft, and gentle- so drastically different than what I was used to. I saw him hint a smile. "How do you feel?"

"Actually, I feel pretty good," I murmured, slowly sitting up, then cringing and leaning back with a sour look on my face. "Never mind." I retorted, letting out a small embarrassed giggle. It definitely wasn't as a sharp and scalding feeling as the day before, as I faintly remembered it, but now more of a numb ache. The feeling of soreness rotted like a disease in my back, and I let a sigh escape me.

Will let out a small chuckle before shooting a glance of sympathy at my direction. "I figured as much," He mumbled. "'You didn't mess up the wrap too much last night, did you?" He snarkily added, raising an eyebrow. Suddenly, as if saying too much, he immediately glanced away from me. There was something that happened last night- I knew it- but I couldn't place my finger on it.

I shook my head anyway and hummed a proud mm-mm (the equivalent of 'nope.'). He rolled his eyes, ready and waiting to move on from the subject, and placed is hands on his hips. I began to wonder how long he had been awake, and as my inquiring almost got the best of me, a different question left my lips instead. "So, what's up with the bed-"I quickly bit my tongue and glanced at the new extension to my bed.

It was a little too painfully obviously that Will was very uncomfortable with the subject, and he tensed up. Out of my peripheral vision, I saw him blush. "W-well, I couldn't- You weren't- I wasn't able to sleep- and- You looked uneasy- and so…" He glanced at the enlarged bed with a flustered frown. "I'll move it back as soon as-"

"No! You're fine. I was only curious." I then hesitated as a moment of silence enhanced the distance between us. "Well- I mean… If you want, of course, you can move it back, I uh," I found myself stumbling over my words as well.

Will shrugged. "We-we'll see." He turned away from me as another deafening silence filled the room. "Can you get up?" He murmured, his voice dropped to a more sincere tone, and less panicked.

I made a determined noise, and moved the covers off of me. With a startled noise, I noticed that I was wearing a large, soft, red shirt with the strife solutions logo on the front. A small "oh," tumbled from my mouth and Will shook his head sternly.

"I-It was all we had." He informed quite matter-of-fact-ly, and sighs.

I shrugged, a little sheepish, and sat up sluggishly with a wince. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, and pushed myself to my feet as Will took a step back to give me room. I stood proudly with a smile on my face, puffed out my chest slightly. "See, Strife? Good as-"

Just as my well rested legs had hit the floor, they gave out underneath me due to deprivation, and I fell forward with a yelp of surprise. I winced, shutting my eyes and bracing myself for a face plant into the hard stone bricked floor.

All in the same moment, a pair of warm arms enveloped me, and a startled "Gah!" left Will's lips. I squeaked into a warm velvety vest, and attached my arms to him for balance. He caught me, I realized, what irony…?

He held on to me as I regained my footing, both of our arms wrapped around each other. I straightened up and slowly released my grip on him, a blush coating my cheeks. He let go of me, but held a grip on my wrist. In case I had lost my footing again, I suppose. Our eyes locked for a moment, and I felt lost in deep emerald green.

Once the moment came to me, and I shook my head and glanced away embarrassed. "S-sorry…" I mumbled. Will gave me a tensely stern look.

"A-are you okay to walk…?" He murmured carefully, avoiding the subject and quickly moving. Something was obviously bothering him, but I decided to let go off of the thought. I nodded sheepishly, and he let go of my wrist hesitantly. But, as his hand brushed mine, I remember something. A sudden Déjà vu washed over me. The memories of Will's hand tangled in mine struck me, and I flinched away from his touch. He turned to look at me with a confused look(almost... hurt), and I shook my head with a small smile.

"Breakfast is ready," He mumbled under his breath, and I followed him awkwardly to the kitchen.

I was refreshingly met with smell of freshly baked bread, and I nearly stumbled in my entrance of the sweet scent. I giggled, quickly regaining my balance. Will shot me a concerned glance, and I shook my head with a childish grin. "Off it," I chuckled, and he showed a bit of a smile. I let out another giggle as he reached into the furnace, tossing me a loaf.

"There are a lot more if you look in the furnace," I heard him mumble before gesturing to the stone stove and taking a hungry bite of his own loaf. I fumbled as I tried to catch the tossed bread, suddenly finding myself admiring it with a kind of jealousy. I examined it carefully, noting with taken-aback-awe how he had peppered it with different herbs and spices. I almost didn't want to eat it, it look so perfect and professional. In my wandering thoughts, I nearly missed Will clearing his throat and giving me a stern questioning glance, mouth full of the last bites of his loaf.

I snapped out of it quickly, and joined him sitting on the window sill. I nommed the bread quickly and efficiently, letting a hum escape from my lips. "mm! God, Will, where did you learn to cook like this?" I exclaimed loudly, mouth full of crumbs. He nearly choked, chuckling and swallowing quickly.

"What? I just-"He cuts himself off with a chuckle. "I don't know. It's not that good," He insisted, getting up to grab another loaf. "You want another?" He asked me, and I eagerly nodded, stuffing the last of my current one into my mouth. He shook his head, a smile still evident on his face. He tossed me another loaf, the intricate flavorings sprinkled just as the one before. I happily began to wolf it down, clearly hungry from the previous day's events.

Soon enough, we both had our fair share of bread, a couple of berries tossed in as well. We sat in somewhat peaceful silence, the kitchen still filled with delicious scents. I closed my eyes wearily, leaning back on my hands, a grabbed another berry out of the bowl, fiddling with it in my hand before bringing up to my mouth.

"So… I, uh…" Strife started to say, uneasily glancing off to the side. "Hate to be awful blunt at a time like this, but…" He murmured, trailing off as soon as he began. I glanced at him, a good feeling bubbling up inside me. I felt an eagerness reach my throat, my focused eyes shifting between the berry nearing my mouth and Will's eyes. "I…"

"I think it's about time for me to head back to Strife Solutions, Parvis…" His voice dropped to barely a whisper. "For good."

I froze in place, the berry half way inside my mouth. My stomach dropped to my feet as the berry dropped to the floor with a dull thud. "…What…?" I felt my heart get caught in my throat and my voice crack as I struggled to answer. "…Why...?"

Will glanced away, guilt washing over him and swallowing him up like rip tide. "I… I- The company…" He furrowed his brows, cleared his throat, and tried again. "Strife Solutions needs me more that you do. I… I think it's obvious that I'm… useless here." He murmured, the shame evident in his voice.

I took a double take. Was he serious…? "What makes you think that…?" I gaped, the disbelief in my tone showing just as much as his guilt. "What… Just, what?" I stared at him in incredulous awe. He turned to look at me with an amazed look, as if astounded that I hadn't agreed with him.

" Blood Magic just…" He shook his head again. "Never mind. I just think It's time to-"

"No!" I stopped him, and then flinched at my own outburst. "I-I mean... You don't…" I extended my hand out to him, but quickly retracted it. "I…"

"Is there a problem with me.. leaving…?" He countered, trying to sound confident, but I saw the hurt and doubt in his eyes.

"Yes… I mean, if you really want to leave…" I started, and the reaction in Will's face was the least of what I wanted to see. Disappointment and hurt filled his eyes like tears. "If it helps your decision, I certainly don't think you're useless…" I whispered, and glanced away from his broken expression. "I…" I started, desperately searching for something, but I didn't find it. "Never mind." I mumbled, dismissing the thought.

He furrowed his brows and shot me a confused and astounded glance. "…I-I don't believe you." He argued. "'You…' Never mind what?" He questioned stubbornly.

"I…" I shot him a semi angry glance. "I need you more than any stupid company does," I spat weakly, feeling the buried feelings finally clawing their way to the surface. "I need you more than anything…"

Will acted as if he'd been struck with an arrow and retaliated with shocked silence. Now, more clearly, there were tears forming in his eyes. Something told me he still wasn't convinced, but his eyes were filled with hope, none the less confusion.

I blinked slowly and lowered my eyes to the ground with a defeated look on my face, a small grin finally growing after ages of silence. "…Still don't believe me, Strife…?" I murmured, moving my view from the floor to his overwhelmed face. He looked at me, a mix of confusion and nervous anticipation crossing his face. There we sat, broken on the window sill, somehow pouring out the feelings that we never thought would be shared- all proposed by a single statement.

Instead of answering, Will met me with that same look of doubt. I let out a nervous laugh, and leaned up against him with a small grin. He flinched and tried to inch away from me subtly in what looked like fear, but I looked at him with a tell-all grin on my face. "What does it take, hmm…?" I teased, leaning closer to him.

"P…Parvis…" Will whispered hoarsely; the blush on his cheeks reddened with every inch of space that was being closed between us. I giggled, and had to bend down a little to touch his forehead with mine. "I- What are you…" He whispered, and I saw him glance down at my lips. I noticed with certain smugness that Will was extremely cute when flustered, and I let a last chuckle before closing the gap.

His lips were soft, and slightly chapped. I could tell he was trying to shy away, but I pressed my lips against his anyway. I smiled softly, and with bubbling surprise he faintly pressed back. A shudder of happiness traced my spine like a cold finger, and I placed a hand on his shoulder, nearing his neck (which was almost as red as his face). He flinched at my touch, and shyly placed his hand on my hip. I hummed happily into the kiss, and I felt a small smile grow on his lips.

Hesitantly, we both leaned away, redder than before. Will immediately glanced away, probably too flustered to say anything, but I could tell that no regrets were going through his mind from the small that still lingered on his face. We retrieved our hands from each other, mine from his shoulder, his from my waist, and both set them to respectful distances.

A small silence entered the room, and right as I was about to say something, a hand cupped my cheek and another kiss met my lips. I made a startled noise, but happily leaned into his lips. I placed my hand back on his neck, he placed both his free hands on my hips (gentle and careful to avoid the wounds), and he smiled even more than before. An overwhelming feeling filled my lungs as my oxygen levels started to go down. It was a giddy feeling, and I would make no move to stop it. Will's face was still cherry red, but he looked less stressed and confused – a different expression was painted on his face, although I couldn't place what it was.

"Love you," the words helplessly spilled from my mouth, but I flinched and looked wide eyed at the blonde haired man. "I- I mean…" Will let out a chuckle, and I felt my stomach fill with butterflies.

"I love you too, Parvis." He murmured, and I felt the familiar large arms wrap them around me. I leaned into his embrace, and we sat there for a while. I felt the stinging numbness in my back fade as I melted into his warm hold, and It only made me all the happier.

With a nervous giggle, I leaned my head back to look up at him. I think the fear was clear in my voice, as it shook uncertainly. Will shot me a weary look, the peace ebbing from his expression. "Does… D-does that mean that you'll stay…?" I whispered, an anxious giggle hiding underneath my breath.

I flinched back in near fear at what I heard next. A guffaw erupted from Will's lips, and he keeled over in laughter. His deep voice evened out in steady chuckles and i felt his warm chest vibrate against me. I didn't understand why it was such a funny question, but by no means was I complaining. I watched him in awe, the wide grin spread across his usually so stern face sending electrical shocks down my throat and to my heart, which melted at the blissful sound. His laughter was the key- the one thing I wanted to hear. He looked at me with joy in his eyes, an amused smile decorating his face.

"Yes," He murmured, amidst his chuckles. "I'll stay with you," He mumbled and placed a small kiss on my forehead. I giggled along with him, and threw my arms around his still-cherry-red neck.

"Thank you..." I said softly, my mouth spreading in a grin. "Strifykins," my eyes narrowed in a teasing manner, and Strife rolled his eyes with a small chuckle. That same endearing chuckle.

"Don't call me that." He said sternly, but his smile and laughter told a world of difference.