[Again, the slightest hint of a smile dances across his features and fades shortly thereafter, giving way to a more concerned look; Matthew had shivered. Was it because he was cold or did the subject bother him this badly?
Either way, Kurt settles his arm on Matthew's shoulder then dips the hand between his shoulder blades, rubbing small circles between them and a little ways down his spine, hoping to ease the anxiety his companion is still holding. The way Matthew clings to his jacket like a lifeline and presses closer is even more disheartening, but he inhales deep, steels himself to be the support that the other boy needs right now.
He shivers this time when Matthew's breath tickles his neck, that comment earning a soft chuckle.] Honestly, Matthew.
[Peering down from his peripheral, Kurt blinks and cants his head, the heat of his lips meeting Matthew's cheek then moving up to his temple. Whatever it is that needs to be said is obviously more complicated than he'd assumed before and regardless of how long it may take, he'll wait patiently for the answer.] Look at the world we live in. Define 'normal' in this day and age when some many peculiar beings walk the Earth.
[ Matthew closes his eyes again, indulging in the comfort, the familiar feel of Kurt's lips on his temple. He's so-- well, in love is a huge, bold statement to make, and while Matthew's affection is boundless, he's a very simple boy who's only ever known for sure that he loves his family.
But he is so attached to Kurt, so tremendously fond of him, as a friend and more. They've been through a lot in the last couple years, grown very close, and Matthew recoils at the very thought of losing him. Is it true? Is the world already weird enough that being a dream isn't that weird?
Maybe. It could be. He hopes so. ]
Yeah, I guess that's hard to do, [ he agrees, the corners of his mouth turning up a little. His hand leaves Kurt's back and he reaches up without moving his head from Kurt's shoulder, stroking his fingers once through blue-streaked hair, pushing it away from Kurt's face. When he speaks up again, his voice is once again more subdued. ]
This thing tonight, it was after Ronan. It was trying to get rid of him. [ Holding his breath. ] And all his dreams.
[ Please don't think it's weird, please don't think it's weird. Matthew could stop there and maybe Kurt would figure it out, but he's unused to this anxiety, and more words come tripping and stumbling their way out of his mouth, his hand falling back to Kurt's arm and clutching slightly at the sleeve of his hoodie. ]
[The only 'love' that Kurt's ever known has been from his family. He's never had a chance to be close to someone like Matthew and admittedly, the way he feels when the two of them are together doesn't feel the same as when he visits his mother and siblings.
That's not to say his fondness for the other boy is lessened at all, just that it feels different in some way. He gets excited at the idea of talking to and seeing Matthew, no matter what time of day it is. Right now, they've met on terms that are not so ideal, but sitting here, holding Matthew tightly, like he's the only thing keeping the blond together feels ... right.]
As long as people like Ronan and I exist, 'normal' will never be a word that matters. [Even without mutants, humans were always striving to be diverse, one wanting to stand out more than the other for some reason. He goes to add something more to that statement, hesitates then releases a soft sigh when Matthew's fingers briefly thread through his bangs and brush the strands from his line of sight. It could be him overthinking things, but it's almost as if his friend wants to see more of his face and that fills him with an indescribable warmth that has nothing to do with his flushed cheeks.
At least Matthew won't be able to see with his face hidden.]
Get rid of-- [he falls silent at the revelation, blinking once, twice - both very deliberate motions.
Weird isn't the first thought that comes to mind, although he does shift their positions, his free hand coming up to grip Matthew's shoulder. His thumb rubs soothing circles over the curve, the pad of his digits applying the lightest pressure by kneading over his shoulder blade while he gives the hand in his own another reassuring squeeze.] You are ... one of Ronan's dreams?
[He's surprised, yes, but not put off in the least. In all honesty, he's far more curious about how Ronan has the ability to dream people to life.] Matthew, were you afraid of how I was going to react?
[ When the realization hits Kurt, the uncomfortable nervousness in Matthew's stomach reaches its peak, and then drops again at the reassuring squeeze to his shoulder. ]
I was-- I don't know. [ A pause. ] Kind of, [ he admits, sheepishly, pressing his face into Kurt's shoulder again. Kurt and Ronan may be mutants, but Matthew was never even born. And if something were to happen to Ronan, then Matthew's future... No, he doesn't want to think about that.
It's not a question he wants to ask, but Matthew realizes he may not even be human. Does Kurt understand? ]
It's just--
[ He stops suddenly and goes very still when light appears through the crack under his door; Declan must be awake. Maybe, Matthew realizes, he never even fell asleep; after the events of the night, it would make sense for his insomnia to be plaguing him full-force.
Matthew gives Kurt's elbow a gentle squeeze, silently attempting to communicate the need for quiet but not that he needs to leave. Declan's footsteps pause outside Matthew's door for a long moment, and it wouldn't be the worst thing if he were to open the door and find them. Their relationship isn't a secret, at least not on Matthew's end.
But Declan doesn't knock, and he doesn't open the door, and his footsteps fade out in the direction of the kitchen shortly after. ]
Sorry, [ Matthew says softly. And then-- ] I forgot what I was saying.
[As soon as Matthew retreats back into his shoulder, the demon boy's eyes broaden with surprise, but he's unable to keep back the soft laughter that follows.]
Matthew, listen, I could never--
[Kurt catches sight of the thin beam of light from underneath the door and falls completely silent, adjusting the placement of his arms so both of them are draped around Matthew's shoulders, fingers laced together at the middle of his back. He holds his breath at the sound of Declan's approach, frantic iridescent eyes focused entirely on the door for what seems like far too long.
There's a pressure at his elbow and he glances down to where Matthew's hand is, wincing his eyes shut and burying his face into those blond curls he's come to love. Time seems to tick by at an agonizingly slow pace before Declan's retreating footsteps are heard heading for the kitchen instead.
He breathes a sigh of relief then lifts his head, trying to meet the other teen's eyes again.] I ...
[How embarrassing. It would seem Matthew's not the only one that's forgotten, but to be honest, he's not torn up about it. Kurt offers a shrug, followed soon after by a fleeting little smile.] It's okay, [he assures, chewing the inside of his cheek in thought.] Ah, you were saying something about your brother, Ronan. His dreams.
[Before they decide to delve too deeply into that topic, he wants to know:] Uhm, do you want me to stay here tonight? I've already talked to my roomate and he said he had no problem covering for me if someone happened to notice that I'm missing. I can call my headmaster in the morning to let him know of my whereabouts and explain the situation.
[ Oh right, Ronan's dreams. Matthew doesn't want to have to explain the connection between a dreamer and their dream, what happens when the latter is cut off from the former. It feels like too much to drag out right away.
Right now, Kurt is offering to stay; he doesn't seem to even care what Matthew is. It's a relief, really. Matthew just wants to hold on to him. But-- ]
Only if you're sure you won't get in trouble, [ he insists, finally drawing back somewhat and sitting up straighter so that he can see Kurt's face, or what can be seen in the dark room. ] I don't really want to be alone...
[ His eyes cut away for just a second at the admission, and then back, and then in a burst of wordless affection he smooths the hair away from Kurt's face again and presses a kiss to his cheek. ]
[When Matthew doesn't answer right away, Kurt wonders if he should have mentioned anything about their earlier conversation at all. He hadn't meant to distress the younger teen any further, but it felt necessary to get them back on track at that moment.
Regret floods through him, although Matthew speaks and he sighs in relief, glad that he'd avoided upsetting him more.
Despite how dark it is, Kurt's eyes are enhanced for this sort of thing; his night-vision allows him to make Matthew out with ease and fleetingly, he ponders the idea of getting a lamp for his room. He'd be able to have it on without disturbing his brother(s) and the image of his friend, golden curls alight by the dimmed glow radiating out from behind him makes the blue boy smile, leaving him totally off guard for when Matthew brushes aside two-toned strands to kiss his cheek.
He blinks and somehow, the skin beneath the dream boy's lips heats even more, indigo splashing across the entirety of his face - from hairline to collarbone and up to the points of his ears. A contented warmth settles in his chest, his free hand reaching to gently rest at Matthew's shoulder again while he cranes his neck to return the gesture as a peck to the corner of his other half's mouth.] I-I'm sure. I won't get into trouble and I certainly don't plan on leaving you alone right now.
[ Matthew lets out a soft laugh, barely more than a breath with happiness behind it. The kiss and Kurt's promise to stay are both bright little things that shine more warmly in the darkness than any lamp could, at least Matthew feels that way. It's safe here, right now, with this boy who won't leave him and who doesn't mind that he was never born. ]
Thanks, [ he whispers, touching his forehead briefly to his boyfriend's, who's face is giving off enough heat that he seems downright feverish. Matthew can't see the blush but he can picture it in his mind, and the mental image tugs a smile from his lips. Now, with it being settled that Kurt's going to spend the night, Matthew decides it's time for them to get settled too. He reaches around Kurt to grab the corner of his comforter, which he'd kicked to the end of the bed, and then drags the fluffy blanket back up the bed and right over Kurt's head with a playfulness that is far more characteristic of Matthew than any of his other behavior tonight. It's also a pretty clear indicator that he wants the other boy to stay in his bed, for sleep and perhaps some comforting cuddles. ]
[At this point, Matthew's forehead against his own and all the mutual feelings they're sharing are totally worth whatever Charles might punish him with. Well, to be fair, if it has anything to do with forbidding him from coming to visit, a couple of problems might arise there. He's ninety-nine percent positive that it won't have anything to do with that, especially once he explains the situation. (Some details omitted, though, for Matthew's sake.)]
You're welcome. [His eyes sink shut, another breath of contentment passing between them. Bowing in the mattress causes Kurt to reopen his eyes, blinking with curiosity before his vision is suddenly obscured by the draping of a blanket over his head.] Ach! [he exclaims, wiggling both arms free so he can reach to encircle Matthew's middle and try to bring them down. And yes, while he's still covered with the comforter-- like a bad ghost costume.]
[ Matthew hasn't forgotten that they need to be quiet so Declan doesn't hear them, but he can't hold back a wave of hushed giggles, which he tries to muffle against the top of Kurt's comforter-covered head. His attempts to shush the other boy are rather ruined by said giggling, but he tries anyway, holding him close and flopping down onto the pillows.
Ghost Kurt is funny but Matthew fumbles again for the edge of the blanket, trying to unwrap the other boy just enough that he can pull the comforter over himself too. ]
[That might have slipped Kurt's mind momentarily, but as soon as Matthew hushes him, he's quick to quiet back down. He hasn't ever witnessed an angry Declan before and he isn't too keen on founding out what it's like, especially now that they've gotten past the more upsetting part of their meetup.
Once Matthew effectively tumbles them onto the pillows and shifts the comforter to cover himself, he pokes his head up from beneath the blanket, fangs gleaming exuberantly as he burrows in next to the golden-haired boy, arms adjusting so one can tuck beneath his head and the other can remain draped across his companion's middle.] I'm really happy you're okay, Matthew.
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Either way, Kurt settles his arm on Matthew's shoulder then dips the hand between his shoulder blades, rubbing small circles between them and a little ways down his spine, hoping to ease the anxiety his companion is still holding. The way Matthew clings to his jacket like a lifeline and presses closer is even more disheartening, but he inhales deep, steels himself to be the support that the other boy needs right now.
He shivers this time when Matthew's breath tickles his neck, that comment earning a soft chuckle.] Honestly, Matthew.
[Peering down from his peripheral, Kurt blinks and cants his head, the heat of his lips meeting Matthew's cheek then moving up to his temple. Whatever it is that needs to be said is obviously more complicated than he'd assumed before and regardless of how long it may take, he'll wait patiently for the answer.] Look at the world we live in. Define 'normal' in this day and age when some many peculiar beings walk the Earth.
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But he is so attached to Kurt, so tremendously fond of him, as a friend and more. They've been through a lot in the last couple years, grown very close, and Matthew recoils at the very thought of losing him. Is it true? Is the world already weird enough that being a dream isn't that weird?
Maybe. It could be. He hopes so. ]
Yeah, I guess that's hard to do, [ he agrees, the corners of his mouth turning up a little. His hand leaves Kurt's back and he reaches up without moving his head from Kurt's shoulder, stroking his fingers once through blue-streaked hair, pushing it away from Kurt's face. When he speaks up again, his voice is once again more subdued. ]
This thing tonight, it was after Ronan. It was trying to get rid of him. [ Holding his breath. ] And all his dreams.
[ Please don't think it's weird, please don't think it's weird. Matthew could stop there and maybe Kurt would figure it out, but he's unused to this anxiety, and more words come tripping and stumbling their way out of his mouth, his hand falling back to Kurt's arm and clutching slightly at the sleeve of his hoodie. ]
So I guess, I mean, the second part-- that's me.
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That's not to say his fondness for the other boy is lessened at all, just that it feels different in some way. He gets excited at the idea of talking to and seeing Matthew, no matter what time of day it is. Right now, they've met on terms that are not so ideal, but sitting here, holding Matthew tightly, like he's the only thing keeping the blond together feels ... right.]
As long as people like Ronan and I exist, 'normal' will never be a word that matters. [Even without mutants, humans were always striving to be diverse, one wanting to stand out more than the other for some reason. He goes to add something more to that statement, hesitates then releases a soft sigh when Matthew's fingers briefly thread through his bangs and brush the strands from his line of sight. It could be him overthinking things, but it's almost as if his friend wants to see more of his face and that fills him with an indescribable warmth that has nothing to do with his flushed cheeks.
At least Matthew won't be able to see with his face hidden.]
Get rid of-- [he falls silent at the revelation, blinking once, twice - both very deliberate motions.
Weird isn't the first thought that comes to mind, although he does shift their positions, his free hand coming up to grip Matthew's shoulder. His thumb rubs soothing circles over the curve, the pad of his digits applying the lightest pressure by kneading over his shoulder blade while he gives the hand in his own another reassuring squeeze.] You are ... one of Ronan's dreams?
[He's surprised, yes, but not put off in the least. In all honesty, he's far more curious about how Ronan has the ability to dream people to life.] Matthew, were you afraid of how I was going to react?
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I was-- I don't know. [ A pause. ] Kind of, [ he admits, sheepishly, pressing his face into Kurt's shoulder again. Kurt and Ronan may be mutants, but Matthew was never even born. And if something were to happen to Ronan, then Matthew's future... No, he doesn't want to think about that.
It's not a question he wants to ask, but Matthew realizes he may not even be human. Does Kurt understand? ]
It's just--
[ He stops suddenly and goes very still when light appears through the crack under his door; Declan must be awake. Maybe, Matthew realizes, he never even fell asleep; after the events of the night, it would make sense for his insomnia to be plaguing him full-force.
Matthew gives Kurt's elbow a gentle squeeze, silently attempting to communicate the need for quiet but not that he needs to leave. Declan's footsteps pause outside Matthew's door for a long moment, and it wouldn't be the worst thing if he were to open the door and find them. Their relationship isn't a secret, at least not on Matthew's end.
But Declan doesn't knock, and he doesn't open the door, and his footsteps fade out in the direction of the kitchen shortly after. ]
Sorry, [ Matthew says softly. And then-- ] I forgot what I was saying.
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Matthew, listen, I could never--
[Kurt catches sight of the thin beam of light from underneath the door and falls completely silent, adjusting the placement of his arms so both of them are draped around Matthew's shoulders, fingers laced together at the middle of his back. He holds his breath at the sound of Declan's approach, frantic iridescent eyes focused entirely on the door for what seems like far too long.
There's a pressure at his elbow and he glances down to where Matthew's hand is, wincing his eyes shut and burying his face into those blond curls he's come to love. Time seems to tick by at an agonizingly slow pace before Declan's retreating footsteps are heard heading for the kitchen instead.
He breathes a sigh of relief then lifts his head, trying to meet the other teen's eyes again.] I ...
[How embarrassing. It would seem Matthew's not the only one that's forgotten, but to be honest, he's not torn up about it. Kurt offers a shrug, followed soon after by a fleeting little smile.] It's okay, [he assures, chewing the inside of his cheek in thought.] Ah, you were saying something about your brother, Ronan. His dreams.
[Before they decide to delve too deeply into that topic, he wants to know:] Uhm, do you want me to stay here tonight? I've already talked to my roomate and he said he had no problem covering for me if someone happened to notice that I'm missing. I can call my headmaster in the morning to let him know of my whereabouts and explain the situation.
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Right now, Kurt is offering to stay; he doesn't seem to even care what Matthew is. It's a relief, really. Matthew just wants to hold on to him. But-- ]
Only if you're sure you won't get in trouble, [ he insists, finally drawing back somewhat and sitting up straighter so that he can see Kurt's face, or what can be seen in the dark room. ] I don't really want to be alone...
[ His eyes cut away for just a second at the admission, and then back, and then in a burst of wordless affection he smooths the hair away from Kurt's face again and presses a kiss to his cheek. ]
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Regret floods through him, although Matthew speaks and he sighs in relief, glad that he'd avoided upsetting him more.
Despite how dark it is, Kurt's eyes are enhanced for this sort of thing; his night-vision allows him to make Matthew out with ease and fleetingly, he ponders the idea of getting a lamp for his room. He'd be able to have it on without disturbing his brother(s) and the image of his friend, golden curls alight by the dimmed glow radiating out from behind him makes the blue boy smile, leaving him totally off guard for when Matthew brushes aside two-toned strands to kiss his cheek.
He blinks and somehow, the skin beneath the dream boy's lips heats even more, indigo splashing across the entirety of his face - from hairline to collarbone and up to the points of his ears. A contented warmth settles in his chest, his free hand reaching to gently rest at Matthew's shoulder again while he cranes his neck to return the gesture as a peck to the corner of his other half's mouth.] I-I'm sure. I won't get into trouble and I certainly don't plan on leaving you alone right now.
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Thanks, [ he whispers, touching his forehead briefly to his boyfriend's, who's face is giving off enough heat that he seems downright feverish. Matthew can't see the blush but he can picture it in his mind, and the mental image tugs a smile from his lips. Now, with it being settled that Kurt's going to spend the night, Matthew decides it's time for them to get settled too. He reaches around Kurt to grab the corner of his comforter, which he'd kicked to the end of the bed, and then drags the fluffy blanket back up the bed and right over Kurt's head with a playfulness that is far more characteristic of Matthew than any of his other behavior tonight. It's also a pretty clear indicator that he wants the other boy to stay in his bed, for sleep and perhaps some comforting cuddles. ]
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You're welcome. [His eyes sink shut, another breath of contentment passing between them. Bowing in the mattress causes Kurt to reopen his eyes, blinking with curiosity before his vision is suddenly obscured by the draping of a blanket over his head.] Ach! [he exclaims, wiggling both arms free so he can reach to encircle Matthew's middle and try to bring them down. And yes, while he's still covered with the comforter-- like a bad ghost costume.]
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Ghost Kurt is funny but Matthew fumbles again for the edge of the blanket, trying to unwrap the other boy just enough that he can pull the comforter over himself too. ]
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Once Matthew effectively tumbles them onto the pillows and shifts the comforter to cover himself, he pokes his head up from beneath the blanket, fangs gleaming exuberantly as he burrows in next to the golden-haired boy, arms adjusting so one can tuck beneath his head and the other can remain draped across his companion's middle.] I'm really happy you're okay, Matthew.