kurt.
“I’m stronger, to start. My senses are better too. Touch, smell, taste, everything.” He feels like he should avoid the worst of it. He also feels the need to be honest. It’s conflicting, but in the end he has to cut to the chase, doesn’t he? “Instincts are different. Different food, different feelings, different thoughts sometimes, way different pain tolerance- it’s… Honestly? Almost everything feels different, but not in a bad way just..” He shrugs. He’s not sure his body is even his anymore; not when his blood will turn black if he bleeds. No need to get bitter on Blaine though, so he continues to speak lightly, casually.
“Don’t need as much sleep either as long as I eat enough.” Starve quick, but heal fast. An interesting kind of design. Everything about them was designed to revolve around food, it seemed. Stronger skin, better sense, better strength, perfect for fighting and maintained by souls. It created a loop. Unaware of his own train of thought drifting so badly, Kurt sits quiet and still for a moment before glancing back to Blaine.
Blaine didn’t realize when he began to do it. But as Kurt explained more about his situation and the differences between then–. Don’t think too much about then. You promised yourself you wouldn’t the second you sat down for breakfast. Try sticking to it this time? For more than five minutes. And now? He began to try and spot them physically. To see a solid, real anything that he could look at and focus on and say to himself that –Yes. That’s it. I’ve never seen this before.– That was safer and less disturbing than what Kurt showed him the night he came back. Hazel eyes darted from Kurt’s hair to his cheekbones, mouth and fingers. One tangible thing–that’s all he wanted.
Was he searching with purposefully blind eyes? Leave it to him to do something like that considering who it was he was looking at. But–he just couldn’t see it. Or didn’t want to see it even though he was looking? Who knew? Nothing about this was normal. Yet they were doing one of the most mundane things people could do together. Eating waffles and sipping juice. The contrast made him dizzy but he kept up anyway nodding when appropriate and eating between stares. When their gazes met–Blaine realized he hadn’t said a word during the entire explanation. A flush of color heated his cheeks, his mouth opened but then closed with a smile and he was the one to look away with a staggered, jerky shift of his focus down to his fork. “Are you happy with it,” he asked thoughtlessly and swallowed more juice before looking back into the forever blue of Kurt’s eyes. “Are you okay with everything?”
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