metaphorically

[prismaticbleed]

“Hey, Chaos?” I asked hesitantly, my eyes glancing at the tiny chronological pixels at the bottom right of my screen.

“Hm?” the blue creature replied amusedly, wandering over and immediately noticing the same black numbers. “Geez, Jewel, it’s almost 3AM. What are you doing?”

“Thinking about you,” I said simply.

He paused for a moment, but then laughed slightly, compassionately. “Seems like it,” he smiled. “I don’t blame you, considering the sketch Kiwi just sent you…”

“Oh—Chaos, you know I do this every night!” I couldn’t help but laugh in reply.

“Yeah, but that just made it worse!” He retorted, flashing his trademark grin. “I saw that look on your face earlier. Don’t think I didn’t,” he declared, and I couldn’t help but show the same expression. “See, there it is again!”

“Can’t help it, CZ,” I explained, trying to keep from blushing at this hour. “You know what that look’s for.”

“Yeah,” he affirmed. “This.”

Suddenly his arms encircled my shoulders, ancient hands pressed to my heart. I gasped slightly as a shockwave coursed through my nerves again and placed my tense fingers over his.

“I love you too,” he said softly.

I couldn’t think of a single word to confess in return, so I closed my eyes and let my emotions speak for me.