Beau laughed softly and blushed at Vien's comments and the kisses on his cheek and collarbone. One of his hands began to run through Vien's hair as he nuzzled his head into their shoulder again, releasing a faint sigh. "I still think that you're the cutest thing in the universe," He countered gently as a small smile spread across his face.
"Damn it, I can't counter t-that," Vien mumbled jokingly, pressing a few more kisses to Beau's cheek before simply tugging the other boy closer to him. He looked over at him, grinning softly as Beau nuzzled into his shoulder. "You still want lunch?" he asked, pressing a few kisses to Beau's forehead affectionately
"Well, I kind of just want to kiss you, but we should probably eat something," Beau answered as he smiled brightly at Vien's kisses. He looked up for a few moments, his eyes shifting to something more grey-blue as he hugged Vien's middle. "Thanks for helping me out, Vien," he added softly.
"You don't need to thank me," Vien mumbled, a hand reaching up to run through his hair gently. "I'm pretty sure that's h-how being a boyfriend works. You're supposed to help each o-other," he continued before pressing a kiss to the corner of Beau's lips
"I like this boyfriend thing," Beau murmured, a soft grin working it's way onto his face as he pressed a kiss to Vien's lips. He knew that he should probably get up, but all he wanted to do was be next to Vien.
"I like this boyfriend t-thing, too," Vien mumbled, a smile of his own spreading across his face as he pressed their lips together. He wrapped his arms around Beau's waist, holding him to his chest as they kissed
Beau closed his eyes as one of his arms hugged Vien's middle, the other running through his dark hair. He made a small noise that sounded like a faint sigh as tilted his head to the side. A faint smile worked it's way onto Beau's lips again as he opened his eyes for a few moments and looked up at Vien.
Vien made a small hum of enjoyment into the kiss, still smiling as he held Beau close. He didn't think he would ever get enough of Beau, especially the kisses and affection. He had never had anyone like him before. Everyone thought of him as a freak, especially after the death of his family. But Beau didn't seem to think badly of him at all, something he was grateful for
Beau broke away from the kiss, his breathing faintly heavier as he studied Vien's icy blue eyes again. His hand continued to run through Vien's hair, a soft smile spreading across his face as he released a faint sigh. Beau couldn't stop wanting to be around Vien at all times, an odd feeling that he wasn't very used to. Maybe if he was being a little needy, all he wanted was to be with them.
Vien watched Beau's gaze, a small smile working its way across his face. He loved that Beau just couldn't seem to get enough of him, and if he was being honest, he couldn't get enough of Beau either. "How about I make l-lunch, and then we can lay back down and cuddle?" he asked softly
Beau nodded faintly as he pressed a soft kiss to Vien's forehead before he began to sit up. He lifted the hem of his shirt up, noticing that the bruises were still there, but the painkillers and ointment seemed to be doing their work. If Vien or his foster mother hadn't helped him, Beau was sure that the bruises would be much worse.
Vien sat up, the hem of his oversized sweater riding up on his stomach as he stretched. It revealed what appeared to be a large, dark red scar, the skin raised in spidery patterns here and there. A small, oddly adorable yawn escaped him as he went to stand
"Vien…" Beau started softly, his brow furrowing in concern as he looked towards the scar on Vien's stomach. "Did someone hurt you there?" He finished as he glanced up at the boy. If it was the Socials again, Beau was going to kill them.
Vien turned to look at him, tilting his head in confusion. "Hurt me…where?" he asked slowly, turning to look at himself. He didn't see any exposed wounds or anything, so what was Beau talking about?
"No, the, uh, scar on your stomach," Beau mumbled softly, hoping that it wouldn't lead back to bad memories. Vien had already hinted at a bad past, and the last thing he wanted was for him to think back on those times.
Vien's eyes widened in realization. Oh. That scar. "No, it wasn't the Socials. It's o-old, don't worry about it," he assured him, rubbing at the back of his neck anxiously
Beau opened his mouth to ask another question, but quickly closed it as soon as he noticed Vien appear anxious. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring it up. You don't need to talk about it," He said softly, looking down at his hands as he swung his legs towards the side of the bed.
"No, it's okay, really," Vien assured him, running a hand absently through his messy hair. "I already showed you m-my locket, so I guess you'd be wondering about a l-lot of things."
Beau nodded faintly as he looked up towards Vien, leaning forward a bit to listen to what he would say. As much as he didn't want Vien to talk about his past, Beau wanted to know a bit about him.
Vien sat back down next to Beau, looking down at the sleeves of his oversized sweater. "I used to live in Birmingham. It was w-where my family had been for centuries. Everything was okay. Great, even. But then the murders s-started."
Beau looked towards Vien and listened to what he said, taking their hand in his own. He bit his bottom lip softly, hoping that the story wasn't hurting Vien to talk about.
"They thought I did it. I still d-don't know why, but they did. They took me away from my family, but when they found a b-bunch of books on witchcraft and mythology in our house, they burned it down before b-burning my family at the stake. The house fire is where I got the s-scar," Vien mumbled softly. He didn't regret it, not one bit. He had done it to save his little sister from a falling beam, and he had never regretted it
"I'm sorry, Vien. I wish I could have helped you somehow," Beau answered softly as he rubbed the back of Vien's hand gently with his thumb. Though, he wasn't very surprised that people would do something like that. Whenever there was something different then what they were used to, people always tried to push it away or even hurt it. Beau thought back towards what the Socials had said about seeing Vien with him. If news of that got out… Beau could only imagine what would happen.
"It's okay, love," Vien murmured. He leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to Beau's nose before moving to stand again. "But on a more s-serious topic, what do you want to eat? I think I've got p-pizza in the fridge somewhere."
"Pizza sounds good," Beau answered, chuckling lightly at the small joke that Vien had made. If only food was actually the more serious topic. "You know, at my house, pizza is a delicacy. It's almost sacred." He explained, a small grin making it's way onto his face as he pushed himself up slowly.