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Dumat: The Dragon of Silence (nearestvessel) wrote in valarlogs,

Eventually, Samandriel came to a natural stop in his song, his eyes opening as he lifted his head again and oh- Oh. Well. Fuck. He stretched his wings and shoved them firmly back out of visibility once more. That was not something Michael needed to be exposed to just yet. “You alright?” he asked, setting his instrument and its bow down on the dresser for the time being so he could walk over to Michael and touch him with both hands.

Michael blinked a few times then brought a hand to his face to cover his eyes for a moment, fingers and thumb rubbing at his temples. “Yeah,” he said after a deep breath. At least it had been short and he had already explained that he wasn’t exactly normal. It made things easier, though he wished he had snapped himself out of it before Samandriel noticed. “I’m fine. Sometimes I see colors and the like whenever I hear music. I should probably lie down, but that was… That was incredible. Truly. I’ve never heard anything like it.”

Oh, his poor broken brother. Samandriel pressed their foreheads together gently. He wouldn’t judge the other man’s synesthesia particularly when he didn’t see anything wrong with it. “Then at least you know some of what I was painting for you. Most don’t.” He smiled at him again. “If you’d like to rest, go on. I’ll stay as long as I can to watch over you, but I can’t spend the night.” One day, he’d be able to.

He moved the hand that had once covered his eyes to cup and appreciatively stoke Samandriel’s cheek. He was sweet, probably sweeter than anyone who did this sort of thing as often as he probably did tended to be, and Michael wasn’t about to complain. “You don’t need to watch over me, but thank you.” he then let go of him and settled back onto the bed, pulling a blanket up around him. “I- I really do appreciate it.”

“I’d like to,” Samandriel said calmly, settling on top of the blanket next to Michael so he wouldn’t disturb him when he got up. He curled against the other man’s body, giving him the cuddle he thought they could both very much use. He made a mental note to leave his phone number before he went back home. Seeing Michael into a peaceful night’s sleep was his first priority right now. All these battered soldiers ending up in his life needing to be healed. The least he could do here was still not enough.