Thread: Tails Of A Half Breed [YYH] (FavoredFox)

I am not what I once was. That was a sentiment Hiei was intimately familiar with more than Kurama would most likely ever know. There was a long pause between that and what came next. And it allowed him to dwell on that thought. On thoughts of a life left behind. In some ways he and Kurama were incredibly alike. Enough so that Hiei probably understood a lot more than Kurama would give him credit for. On some levels at least. Not that either of them realized as much. They didn't tend to spend their time together having intense 'heart to heart' type conversations. They'd spoken in depth on things previously before, of course. But the extent to which that had been done was far more out weighed by the comfortable silences they tended to share in regularly instead. And even though his own thoughts on the matter were brought up in the silence between rushing water, it was neither enough for him to feel like sharing, nor to bring a tenisty into his being for the thoughts that tended to be more disturbing. It wasn't because they weren't. It was because he was having an incredibly difficult time finding any tenisty in his muscles as skilled fingers roamed through his hair and scritched expertly across his scalp. What little tenisty there was to he had came in the form of the small demon fighting off the effects of that skill. A skill which had his shoulders sagging and his legs so relaxed that he felt as though he was losing all sense of balance. Enough so that calluses hands were forced to lifted and take purchase in order to feel grounded. Small digits coiled around Kurama's arms just above the elbow. It gave him the freedom of movement to continue his massage even though there was a chance Hiei was making some sort of casual attempt to stop him. Although if he were it wasn't in any heartened way. One had to keep in mind that 'relaxing' wasn't exactly Hiei's forte. While it could be argue that he certainly could do as much, it tended to happen rarely even moreso when not involving sleep. So it wasn't entirely ridiculous for Hiei to feel as though the only thing he could attribute this forced state of lax to would be losing consciousness even though he wasn't. And he only attributed it to as much further as he began having to fight to keep large crimson eyes open to peek up on the redhead as he waited for a response to his not-question that had yet yo be answered. It was valiant really, but after a few moment of fighting he lost his focus on the fox and allowed drooping eyes to stare forward at the ceiling they were pointed at. And shortly after the lashes were lagging further. A sharp tenisty rolled through him with a start after a moment and big eyes popped back open through several quick blinks. It really was almost like falling asleep. Only he wasn't anywhere near falling asleep. He was perfectly alert mentally. His body simply couldn't seem to comprehend that at the moment. This small battle in keeping his eyes open replayed itself out several more times before he was willing to give in to it. And, in fact, he might have been willing to.give in to it further if not for the state the redhead was in. It was likely that he felt the pressure of Hiei's head grow heavier each time he began to relax again while fighting to keep his eyes open. There was a chance he might have allowed himself to lean back against the fox too if not for two very prevalent issues. The first was that while the majority of Kurama's wounds had been healed to little more than scratches, the one on his stomach was likely still sensitive given that it would still need some time to heal properly despite how well knitted together it was now. And that, obviously, would be where the majority of Hieies weight would be distributed should he lean against him. The second issue was far more prevalent, though much simpler. Despite how well his body was reacting to the action being taken against it, it was still incredibly unfamiliar. Therefore, uncomfortable. He'd been less reflexively adamant against the type of touching Kurama liked to do lately even accepting in some instances. Which explained why he hadn't simply stopped the redhead from what he was doing in order to be more comfortable in his own way. That wasn't to say he wouldn't stop him still if things became too uncomfortable for him. But he had been more accepting of this concept he didn't exactly appreciate himself that being the fox's need to offer small forms of affection over time. It was easily more a tolerance than an enjoyment. But he'd given up complaining a while ago. And now simply tended to allow Kurama the closeness he seemed to be craving until he decided he'd tolerated enough of it for the time being. A question was leveled at him shortly after his lips had pinched together through their annoyance at his need to stop fighting the laziness of his eyelids in order to focus on his balance properly. And it took him a moment to take stock of himself and press against the relaxing of his form enough to keep control of both the legs that felt like they were barely attached to him anymore and feet that felt like they weren't touching the ground despite the fact that they were, and the opening of those large eyes in order to focus them back up on the taller male. A new discomfort at the question that had been posed helped him to do that. Though it pinched his lips together a bit tighter and sharpened his look just a little as he muttered in response a simple, No. He knew he didn't have to respond. But doing so helped him wake his sleeping body just that much more and gave him a comfort from it that outweighed the discomfort of the expectation of that answer.