okegom fanfic translations

midnight kisses 1 (satanick/victor)

The tiny smile still on his lips, Satanick softly spoke, “Goodnight, Crea. Sleep well.” He watched as her tiny form disappeared from the doorway, his gaze fixed on the empty black space as she made her way down the hallway to her own room. Once her footsteps had faded and the soft click of her door closing sounded out, silence once more filled the room as Satanick was left alone with Victor. Letting out a soft sigh, Satanick rotated in his chair to face Victor. Of course, the man had not stirred in the slightest, though his facial expression had seemed to relax into a more peaceful stance. For that, he was grateful.

In the quiet, cool evening air, Satanick simply listened to the sounds of nocturnal life just outside the high window. Bugs and various creatures stirred at this hour, and the hooting of an owl could be heard in the distance. A calm, quiet evening that one could easily enjoy and rest in. However, the one noise that the demon was focused on was the light breathing that Victor was producing. His lips were parted slightly as his chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. It was funny that one’s breath was part of their life force. For a human’s breathing to stop would mean inevitable death; for a demon, even a head could be reattached should it be lopped off.

Humans really were such fragile creatures.

An icy chill washed through Satanick’s body despite wearing his typical suit attire. He had not yet taken the liberty of getting changed into something a bit more comfortable. He was thankful that Victor had given him a proper room in this place they called home. At first, Satanick had taken to visiting Victor day after day until it became a full on habit. The day that Victor had set up another bed in a spare room for him had honestly elated the devil’s heart. Victor had certainly looked annoyed when he made this declaration to Satanick, though that was fairly typical of this man.

“It would be bothersome for you to sleep on the floor. This should suffice for now.”

Victor was a kind soul. Even if he came off as cold, Satanick knew just how sensitive Victor could be. He had personally seen and heard Victor’s pain over these past few weeks – the rendition of how he had lost his wife, children, and soon the rest of his remaining family; how it was all his fault that Crea never laughed or smiled. Victor really was a troubled soul.

Leaning forward in his chair, Satanick barely registered that his hand was hovering over Victor’s. As Victor’s breathing steadily raised and lowered his stomach, Satanick’s fingers gently brushed across the back of his hand. Despite how pale Victor’s skin was, a faint bit of warmth was still present three. Warmth indicated life….

Yes, Victor was still alive and breathing.

So why did it pain Satanick so deeply to imagine this man slipping into eternity? The tight squeeze on Satanick’s heart threatened to crush it. If he could, Satanick would take away all of Victor’s pain, all of his ills….

His hand now rested gently on top of Victor’s – his black nails being the only color over such porcelain skin and sheets – Satanick found himself standing up from his chair to now hover over Victor. He did not know what compelled him to lean over him like this, and even doing so was causing his heart to palpate rapidly. What if Victor woke and saw him in such a position? Would he hate him for this?

Perhaps… just a quick spell would be fine…. 

His heart felt as if it was going to pound out of his chest at this rate. It was unnecessary to perform the spell in this way, yet Satanick felt that this was something he had to do – something he wanted to do. Moving his face closer to Victor’s forehead, Satanick gently pressed his lips there. His long black bangs streaked with white rested still on his face, only moved by the momentary kiss that Satanick placed there. A slight tingle left Satanick’s body as a new one flowed replaced it. Just a tiny bit of his power; that was all Victor needed. Any more and he would wake suspicious as to why he suddenly felt fully better. Surely just a little bit would be okay to help Victor get back on the mend soon.