A Beau for His Beast. ((Gent & Artemis))

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Gent snorted at the gesture and felt the need to kick the tray once more. He restrained himself and picked up the tray and took it to the kitchen. Fixing up some pre-made soup he had been saving, he put the tea pot on and waited impatiently for it to boil. Grabbing another tray, he took the bowl and cup upstairs.

"Sit up, Artemis," he said softly as he sat on the side of the bed. "Here, eat, bab-uh, Artemis."

[clementine]

Thinking that he'd be left alone for the rest of the day, Artemis settled into sleep, only to find himself being woken up again! He was too tired to care though and didn't even bother yelling at Gent as he sat up.

"Thanks." Artemis burbled, rubbing his eyes. He'd missed Gent's slip of tongue and probably would have torn the male a new asshole over the pet name. Sighing instead, Artemis leaned against Gent rather happily, telling himself that he was just cold.

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Gent found himself wrapping and arm around the boy as he spooned soup into the boy;'s mouth. "Here, this is a pre-made Reyl recipe. It is made to heal and will have you on your feet in no time guaranteed. I used to drink this in the war when the could of Prasidia got to me.." he paused as he said that and then shrugged. He wasn't one to reveal his past but figured the male would not remember anyway.

[clementine]

Artemis was feeling sufficiently coddled and absolutely adored it. When had Gent ever been this nice? Never it seemed and the teen sighed softly as he accepted the spoonful of soup. "It's good." The fairy replied. "Is that how you got your scar? The Prasidions?" Artemis murmured gently.

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A shaky hand came up to cover his face as he carressed his own scars. He felt awkward asking as no one had ever had the nerve to ask such a thing. Still, he found himself nodding, "The mini-grana was meant for a higher ranking officer that had a suberb tactical plan that ended the war, if he was injured or killed the next ranking officer's orders would be carried out and that would have mean more war for Zerca. I pushed him away and took the blow for him," he looked down at his hands and then back to Artemis. "And they took my face."

[clementine]

Gent's words stung Artemis and the teen felt like he wanted to cry. The male was this way because he'd been saving a life? Now the teen felt horrible for the way he'd treated Gent, even though he knew the Zercan was a jerk most of the time.

"I'm sorry." Artemis replied, reaching up touch Gent's scars gently. "And your face is still there. It's just different." He soothed his fingers over the dips and rivets of Gent's face, gently exploring the scarred flash.

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Gent was unsure how to take the man's touch but gave in to the urge to be comforted and leaned into the touch. "You should not be sorry. I am not angry that I am this way, I am angry because of how people percieve me... and that there is no bio flesh available for me. But as for the scars, well, the man did a great deed for my planet and I assisted in that by saving him. My only regret is that should I ever meet my mate, he will no doubt find me disgusting," he turned away then. "Here, eat more of your soup."

[clementine]

Artemis ached for Gent then, seeing the man behind the anger for once. He let the male turn away for only a moment before drawing him back. Whether Artemis was just crazy from being sick or just crazy in general, he still pressed his mouth gently to Gent's in a swift and chaste kiss. Germs aside, Gent needed to be kissed and Artemis was going to be the only one to do it!

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Gent jerked away at the swell of emotion he felt at such a gesture and nearly fell off the bed. "You-You're sick. You don't know what you are doing, Artemis." That said he walked from the room, not sure what to do and not giving into hope that that amazing yet innocent kiss meant more than a sick man's pity.

[clementine]

The teen pouted. He did know what he was doing. Maybe. Moaning, Artemis collapsed back to the bed and hid beneath the covers once again. Eating was out of the question as his stomach was currently in knots. Why did Gent have to be so difficult about everything?

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Gent was wondering that same thing but even with his longing for the younger man he knew the boy needed a clear head if he was going to do anything like that. And more, while he felt something deep in his heart for the boy, he knew his stars were not the lucky sort that would bring the boy to him the way he wanted him. Needed him.

[clementine]

Artemis, though asleep, was in no less turmoil. He fussed in his sleep, dreaming of Gent as he chased after the male. He didn't know why he wanted to catch Gent, but he knew he just had to. He wanted to comfort the Zercan and hold him close...which, was crazy since Artemis didn't want to hold ANYONE.

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Gent didn't sleep much at all and instead stayed in his library staring at the fire while thinking of what a total and utter idiot he was.

[clementine]

It was the middle of the night when Artemis suddenly woke up. His fever wasn't gone and he could barely see straight. If this was the time where he wouldn't remember anything, it was now. The teen tumbled from the bed and could only focus on one thing. Gent.

The fairy trooped blearily through the hallway and down to the library, a blanket trailing behind him. When he spotted Gent, he made a bee-line for the male. Not saying anything, he just climbed into Gent's lap, sighed, and went back to sleep.

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Gent dropped his book in surprise. Had the man really just crawled in his lap? He had and gent was unsure about what to do about it but every time he tried to pull the boy away he held tighter and he quickly learned there was no point. Finally, he just gave in with a sigh and wrapped his arms around the boy, his eyes closing as he fell slowly to sleep.