Disclaimer: Lyrics and title sampled from Dashboard Confessional's 'Stolen'.
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Characters: Onesided implied Silver X N.
Summary: Silver's face is different when he sleeps. (Giftfic for Silver, with love.)
Stolen
Clear liquor and cloudy-eyed; too early to say goodnight
Silver's face is different when he sleeps.
N gazes down at the redhead, cataloging the lack of scowl lines creasing the skin between his eyebrows and the way his hair lays fanned out against the grass. Creeping closer, N leans over the other boy's prone form, almost mesmerized by the slight part of his lips and the unguarded slope of his shoulders.
(Inwardly, he begins to start solving the formula for this: factoring in the lack of consciousness, and therefore, the lack of defensiveness that the boy seems to carry with him like a second skin; adding in the fact that Silver must be exhausted, to simply leave himself vulnerable like this.)
(The realization that N feels a tug of—dare he call it concern?—is a factor that he multiplies by zero.)
"Come along, zoroark," he murmurs, and his friend's knowing snicker is enough to rattle him even further.
(For how can he solve the equation that will save the world, if he can't even solve the equation that will let him figure out his own heart?)