Adapt [Faint]
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esp_dragonFandom: Noblesse
Summary: “What’s wrong?” M-21 gave Kentas a dry look. “You fainted, right into my arms.” He had? “If you’d wanted me to carry you back, you just had to ask.”
Notes: Written for anon's prompt of, 'Kentas and M-21, '"You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn't have to go to such extremes."'
Rating: G
Genre: Family
Word count: 568
Total word count: 13,125
Status: Work in progress
Kentas blinked up at the ceiling. It wasn’t the one he was used to waking up to; sunlight was coming in from the wrong direction and the room was smaller too. It didn’t smell that much like him or M-21 either — there was a slight tinge, and that could be because M-21 sitting next to him.
“Hng,” he said as he sat up. He was a little hungry, but other than that, he felt fine. “Where am I?” There were two small beds in the room, parallel to each other, M-21 sitting between them. The other bed was empty.
“In the recovery room,” M-21 said, a sigh chasing his words and Kentas blinked at him.
“What’s wrong?”
M-21 gave him a dry look. “You fainted, right into my arms.” He had? “If you’d wanted me to carry you back, you just had to ask.”
“I didn…” Kentas trailed off, seeing a smirk twitch across M-21′s face. “I guess I’d pushed myself harder than I thought.” He was sure he would have been able to do more than that…
“No shit.” M-21 sighed, scrubbing his face. “Next time you go training alone, tell me or the others so we know when we should check on you, all right?”
“You don’t have to,” Kentas said, shaking his head. “Even if I do collapse-”
This time, M-21′s look was sharp, a growl escaping his throat. “Then we don’t know where you are or if you’re in trouble.”
Kentas opened his mouth, then closed it, studying M-21′s face. There was frustration there in his clenched jaw, his narrowed eyes. But it was the sharp tang of worry that caught Kentas’ attention more.
It…was weird. Werewolves collapsing from exhaustion was a sign that they’d pushed their bodies past its the limit, a sign of how hard they’d trained that day. And if they’d collapsed in the presence of another, it meant they trusted that person and wouldn’t be hurt while they were vulnerable. With their healing abilities, they weren’t out for long and most of their strength had returned by then.
M-21 pursed his lips. “What?”
Kentas exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “I’m…not used to someone worrying over me,” he said. “Not for a long time.” He’d only recently met up again with Lunark again.
“I’m not the only one worried about you,” M-21 said, his expression softening. “But…we are. That’s what we do around here.”
That was why they checked on each other often, why Frankenstein hovered over the Noblesse whenever he could.
“All right,” Kentas said, nodding. “I’ll try to remember to tell someone when I train.” He couldn’t promise completely, not when it was a habit to train as soon as he felt the need. He just…didn’t want to smell that scent any more than he had to if he could do something about it. There was already enough in the house as it was.
“Better than nothing,” M-21 said with a small smirk. “Go rest.”
“I don’t need any more,” he said as he swung himself out of bed. However long he’d been out, it was more than enough. “But I could eat.”
“Then we’ll eat,” M-21 said, standing up and making sure Kentas was steady on his feet before going to the door.
Every time Kentas thought he’d gotten used to living in this house, there was always something new, but…that wasn’t a bad thing.
Summary: “What’s wrong?” M-21 gave Kentas a dry look. “You fainted, right into my arms.” He had? “If you’d wanted me to carry you back, you just had to ask.”
Notes: Written for anon's prompt of, 'Kentas and M-21, '"You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn't have to go to such extremes."'
Rating: G
Genre: Family
Word count: 568
Total word count: 13,125
Status: Work in progress
Kentas blinked up at the ceiling. It wasn’t the one he was used to waking up to; sunlight was coming in from the wrong direction and the room was smaller too. It didn’t smell that much like him or M-21 either — there was a slight tinge, and that could be because M-21 sitting next to him.
“Hng,” he said as he sat up. He was a little hungry, but other than that, he felt fine. “Where am I?” There were two small beds in the room, parallel to each other, M-21 sitting between them. The other bed was empty.
“In the recovery room,” M-21 said, a sigh chasing his words and Kentas blinked at him.
“What’s wrong?”
M-21 gave him a dry look. “You fainted, right into my arms.” He had? “If you’d wanted me to carry you back, you just had to ask.”
“I didn…” Kentas trailed off, seeing a smirk twitch across M-21′s face. “I guess I’d pushed myself harder than I thought.” He was sure he would have been able to do more than that…
“No shit.” M-21 sighed, scrubbing his face. “Next time you go training alone, tell me or the others so we know when we should check on you, all right?”
“You don’t have to,” Kentas said, shaking his head. “Even if I do collapse-”
This time, M-21′s look was sharp, a growl escaping his throat. “Then we don’t know where you are or if you’re in trouble.”
Kentas opened his mouth, then closed it, studying M-21′s face. There was frustration there in his clenched jaw, his narrowed eyes. But it was the sharp tang of worry that caught Kentas’ attention more.
It…was weird. Werewolves collapsing from exhaustion was a sign that they’d pushed their bodies past its the limit, a sign of how hard they’d trained that day. And if they’d collapsed in the presence of another, it meant they trusted that person and wouldn’t be hurt while they were vulnerable. With their healing abilities, they weren’t out for long and most of their strength had returned by then.
M-21 pursed his lips. “What?”
Kentas exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “I’m…not used to someone worrying over me,” he said. “Not for a long time.” He’d only recently met up again with Lunark again.
“I’m not the only one worried about you,” M-21 said, his expression softening. “But…we are. That’s what we do around here.”
That was why they checked on each other often, why Frankenstein hovered over the Noblesse whenever he could.
“All right,” Kentas said, nodding. “I’ll try to remember to tell someone when I train.” He couldn’t promise completely, not when it was a habit to train as soon as he felt the need. He just…didn’t want to smell that scent any more than he had to if he could do something about it. There was already enough in the house as it was.
“Better than nothing,” M-21 said with a small smirk. “Go rest.”
“I don’t need any more,” he said as he swung himself out of bed. However long he’d been out, it was more than enough. “But I could eat.”
“Then we’ll eat,” M-21 said, standing up and making sure Kentas was steady on his feet before going to the door.
Every time Kentas thought he’d gotten used to living in this house, there was always something new, but…that wasn’t a bad thing.