#goddamn its been a hot minute since ive maintagged anything ive written lmao

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The Calm

He looks up at Roier. Roier looks down at him. Roier smiles. “Hey, gatinho.” Cellbit’s chest does something funny, fluttery. “Hi.” It comes out in a sleepy croak, and it makes Roier chuckle again. Cellbit is too pleased to be embarrassed. “I like the idea,” Cellbit tells him. “Hm?” Roier brushes some of the hair out of Cellbit’s face. His hand comes around to caress his cheek. Cellbit has to shove down the desire to bite it, overwhelming as it is. Roier holds him like he’s something worth cherishing, and Cellbit doesn’t know, never knows what to do with that. “The hanging plants,” Cellbit says instead of the million-billion I-love-yous piling on his tongue. “Above the armor. I like it. I think you’re right about the lighting.”

Or, on the day before Purgatory, Cellbit spends a quiet morning in bed with Roier.

Aka, SPIDERBIT FLUFF! WITH A SIDE OF LOOMING ANGST! LOTS OF CUDDLING AND BEING DISGUSTINGLY CUTE AND DOMESTIC!

✨reblogs✨ are always appreciated! ty!