[ if he knew that was what noiz was thinking, mon would tell him that he's been kind to mon, that he's helped him, that mon likes being around him and feels sad when he doesn't see him for whatever reason. he would tell him things that maybe don't equate to 'what is deserved' but to mon it's not about that anyway. it's about how he's sort of sure noiz doesn't realize how sweet he is, or even think of it that way even if mon does. and it's about things like 'i'll help you carry things'.
with noiz hovering over him, it's easy to reach up with one hand and smooth it along his jaw and up to the corner where it's easy to curl. mon's hand is small but warm, and when he smiles up at noiz, that's also warm. ]
Sure. And thanks. Ah...you know...
[ a pause, a thought, and mon smiles a little wider until his eyes close. ]
...I'm really happy.
[ because this should never be taken for granted, because people should never be expected to read each other's minds whether human or demon or angel. mon keeps a lot of things to himself, darker things, sad things. but he tries to make up for it by sharing the other pieces that mean something to him. ]
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with noiz hovering over him, it's easy to reach up with one hand and smooth it along his jaw and up to the corner where it's easy to curl. mon's hand is small but warm, and when he smiles up at noiz, that's also warm. ]
Sure. And thanks. Ah...you know...
[ a pause, a thought, and mon smiles a little wider until his eyes close. ]
...I'm really happy.
[ because this should never be taken for granted, because people should never be expected to read each other's minds whether human or demon or angel. mon keeps a lot of things to himself, darker things, sad things. but he tries to make up for it by sharing the other pieces that mean something to him. ]