YOU WERE LOVED [p, junji]

[Luca]

The oldest of Luca's blood brothers had been the same. He had loved Luca when they were younger, the hellhound was sure. His brother used to guide him through the nearby woodlands, teach him what was edible and what wasn't and how to hunt. He would protect Luca against some of the more violent individuals they came across, and would sit and listen to him when he wanted to talk about his troubles. It was only once Luca was revealed as a demon that his brother cut off his emotions, facing Luca with nothing but a stoic mask and a drawn blade. It made him feel sick whenever he thought about it, but he supposed it was only what he deserved. It was his sibling's duty to kill demons, for the Rosario family's angelic blood presented itself the strongest in him. It was tradition, and Luca had learned very quickly that it was unacceptable to stray from tradition. A lot of angels were like that, he picked up on over the years. They were stern and looked down on the unholy, but a lot of angels were sweet as well. Many of them viewed Luca with pity rather than the disgust that he had quickly started to loathe.

Junji was definitely one of the kinder angels Luca had come across, but still the hellhound seemed surprised when the door was opened for him. It was a good surprise though, one that brought a subtle warmth to his cheeks as he trotted after Junji into his house. Perhaps he was making it a bit too clear that he wasn't used to being allowed into people's homes. His eyes swept curiously over Junji's walls and floor before finally settling on the bed, watching the feline as he crawled back into it with sympathetic eyes. He remembered what it was like to be burdened with pain; in fact, he still suffered with stuff like that on occasion. When the demonic influence fluctuated and faded from his body, and his eyes returned to their natural dull blue, then he could feel pain as most people did. His brain no longer processed it as a twisted form of pleasure, and he was suddenly aware of the constant burning and writhing of his unnatural organs. He padded closer as his companion spoke, dipping his head momentarily to place the basket beside the bed.

"It's okay," he said softly, although he wasn't all too sure how to continue. He stared at the angel for a beat, lingering by his bedside as if transfixed. "I wanted to make sure you were recovering alright."  He leaned closer as he spoke under the guise of taking a look at Junji's wounds. There was a glint of possessiveness in those luminous rose eyes of his, juxtaposed by the soft sweetness of his smile. Pushed by the impulses that frequently tore at his mind, Luca dipped further in an attempt to kiss Junji softly on the lips. He regained control of himself quickly though, pulling back regardless of whether or not he was successful and hiding the redness of his cheeks by turning towards his basket. "Um, I just finished making some muffins if you're hungry," he said somewhat hurriedly, pulling the blanket away from the top and folding it with his telekinesis to distract himself.