Izaya didn't entirely expect Shizuo to answer so readily and so positively. It was enough of a surprise that Izaya didn't register the touch to his face enough to push his hand away. Instead, Izaya could only stare. This wasn't right. The curse- he had hoped that maybe it had dislodged Shizuo more entirely from himself. Instead, it seemed like Shizuo was still all there- just with some black spots here and there. He opened his mouth to speak out but then Shizuo said his name. With this smile that nearly cracked through Izaya like a cruel, cruel whip.
He dropped his hand from Shizuo's face and slid closer to the other man and held a finger up in Shizuo's face.
"Listen, Shizuo," he said in a firm tone of voice, "I want you to understand something. You need to stop looking at me like that and talking to me like this. You're confused and under a curse right now. You're not yourself. If you were, you'd be yelling at me about how horrible I am or something else like that. You hate me. You don't realize that right now but you'll remember soon enough that you hate me." He lowered his finger and he hadn't entirely realized how close he'd invaded Shizuo's personal space.
Of course, he had been this close to Shizuo many times before. He had come right up to him during their fights and interactions just as likely as Shizuo had approached him so close and intrusively. This was a lot different though.
"And you don't need or even want my heart. I don't know where that came from but this stupid fairy tale curse probably installed that idea into your head. Anyway," he said, sliding away from Shizuo again to give himself his space. He sat there awkwardly, a hand rubbing against the back of his neck as he stared out at the garden.
Then he spoke: "Y вас уже есть сердце."
His eyes rolled back over to Shizuo and for the first time in a long time, he felt an odd sort of relief wash over him and he found himself to be smiling. It wasn't a blank or distant smile but something rare and genuine. He stood up suddenly and leaned down in front of Shizuo, touching his finger under Shizuo's chin.
"И ты полный идиот." His hands moved to either side of Shizuo's face and he carefully lifted his head, examining him with critical eyes.
"Shizu-chan, you're so handsome," he cooed lowly, taking a sickened advantage of the situation before he leaned in very close. Close enough that it seemed as though he were actually about to kiss him. Instead, their noses brushed and his eyes brimmed with something indescribable.
"Why don't you go to the castle and find a princess to save?"
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He dropped his hand from Shizuo's face and slid closer to the other man and held a finger up in Shizuo's face.
"Listen, Shizuo," he said in a firm tone of voice, "I want you to understand something. You need to stop looking at me like that and talking to me like this. You're confused and under a curse right now. You're not yourself. If you were, you'd be yelling at me about how horrible I am or something else like that. You hate me. You don't realize that right now but you'll remember soon enough that you hate me." He lowered his finger and he hadn't entirely realized how close he'd invaded Shizuo's personal space.
Of course, he had been this close to Shizuo many times before. He had come right up to him during their fights and interactions just as likely as Shizuo had approached him so close and intrusively. This was a lot different though.
"And you don't need or even want my heart. I don't know where that came from but this stupid fairy tale curse probably installed that idea into your head. Anyway," he said, sliding away from Shizuo again to give himself his space. He sat there awkwardly, a hand rubbing against the back of his neck as he stared out at the garden.
Then he spoke: "Y вас уже есть сердце."
His eyes rolled back over to Shizuo and for the first time in a long time, he felt an odd sort of relief wash over him and he found himself to be smiling. It wasn't a blank or distant smile but something rare and genuine. He stood up suddenly and leaned down in front of Shizuo, touching his finger under Shizuo's chin.
"И ты полный идиот." His hands moved to either side of Shizuo's face and he carefully lifted his head, examining him with critical eyes.
"Shizu-chan, you're so handsome," he cooed lowly, taking a sickened advantage of the situation before he leaned in very close. Close enough that it seemed as though he were actually about to kiss him. Instead, their noses brushed and his eyes brimmed with something indescribable.
"Why don't you go to the castle and find a princess to save?"