Room 608: Derek T. and Virgil V.

[Mykel Rahs]

Blushing hard, Mykel looked away, translating. "Vergil.... You didn't upset me, I was.... well, yes, angry, but more bothered that you haven't caught on yet. I love you, Vergil, however you want me to."

[Vergil von Wulf]

It was Vergil's turn to flush now, hands tangled in the ends of his hair during his combing out of the drying locks so they wouldn't knot too terribly. Any way he wants him too..? Was that even possible? It should be, it was what he had been doing for the past week or so now- loving Mykel as a brother because he was afraid he wouldn't be loved any further than that.
His hands dropped into his lap and he looked at them, turning his face slightly in the direction Mykel was while surveying him from below his eyelashes, "Du yu meen that..?"

(If you lurkers haven't caught on, we're picking up for yesterday.)

[Mykel Rahs]

"I do, Vergil, I mean this more than words could ever say." He whispered, crawling onto the bed to sit before the younger.

[Vergil von Wulf]

Vergil's first reaction was to try and scoot back to distance himself from Mykel but he fought it to stay firmly planted where he was now, "Buht.. buht Mai-khul, I vas zhure yu loved me notheeng mohr than a bruder. Ett cahn noht be pohseebhul then." He made to get off the bed.

[Mykel Rahs]

Mykel reached out to stop him. "Vergil von Wulf, I swear I am telling you the truth, you.... gah.... Just.... I'm telling the truth."

[Vergil von Wulf]

Vergil was stopped and he was a sitting duck once more, sure he wasn't going to be let go or he'd never confront this. He'd go on pretending no feelings existed inside him for Mykel and do his best to be as happy as he could like that, settling for nothing, "Sumhteeng abaut yu tehls me yu vould noht lie tu me Mai-khul buht.." He was running out of things to contradict him with too quickly.

[Mykel Rahs]

"I wouldn't, Wings, I swear." He mumbled, looking away. "Why.... can't you believe me?"

[Vergil von Wulf]

"..." Vergil sat back down in front of Mykel with his legs crossed, "I du noht theenk ett ess yu I du noht beleef, Mai-khul." He went back to debating with himself in his head and sighed, bridge of his nose rubbed between his thumb and index finger. It was a something he had always seen his father doing that he picked up without meaning to.

[Mykel Rahs]

"Then who or what is it?" He asked. "If it's this...." Here Mykel reached out and touched Vergil's heart. "Then listen to it."

[Vergil von Wulf]

Vergil put his hand over his own heart and already knew what it wanted, he just didn't know if this was right, if it would go well- it was like walking into the dark and that scared him but regardless of it all, he could hear what he really wanted pulsing under doubts like a live wire: he wanted this.

[Mykel Rahs]

"Vergil, what does it want?" He asked softly. "What does your heart tell you?" Touching his own chest, Mykel almost smiled. "Mine's telling me something pretty good."

[Vergil von Wulf]

Vergil cracked a smile and laughed. Mykel was even his playful self during him being a difficult person and he appreciated it though he probably didn't know or wouldn't know. He looked up to Mykel and showed him the smile playing at his lips, "I heer suhmtheeng ahlong those lines tu.." He removed his hand from his chest to his lap again.

[Mykel Rahs]

"Do what it tells you." He whispered, reaching out to hold Vergil's hands.

[Vergil von Wulf]

Vergil let his hands stay in Mykel's and he couldn't recall the last time he felt so at ease except at home. He pulled them away however and fought with himself one last time before giving in, bringing himself upright onto his knees to rest those same hands on Mykel's shoulders, drawing them both together for a chaste, sweet kiss.

[Mykel Rahs]

Mykel blinked once, then reached out and pulled Vergil towards him, cradling the boy as the kiss broke. "Sweet little thing."