Title: insecure
Rating: G
Fandom: Suikoden, specifically Suikogaiden 2
Relationship: Camus/Miklotov
Wordcount: 485
Short summary: Miklotov acts a bit odd with Camus after Nash leaves the room.
Seeing that the door is shut and hearing no more footsteps, Camus closes his eyes with the assumption that he would be left alone and that he could rest. He is wrong.
It’s not that he had forgotten about Miklotov’s presence. Rather, because Miklotov had been here the whole time, sitting by Camus’ bedside, Camus had assumed Miklotov would just continue that way.
So the soft touch of lips to his eyelids comes as a surprise. His eyes are open once more by the time Miklotov’s lips touch his cheeks. His lips are next, sealed before he can say a word.
“Miklotov?” he murmurs when Miklotov pulls back. There’s a look on Miklotov’s face that Camus hasn’t seen in a while, a look of worry and insecurity. “What’s wrong?”
But Miklotov just shakes his head and sits back down in the chair. With his body still requiring bedrest, Camus can only watch the distance grow. He can only motion with his hand and hope Miklotov comes back.
“Can’t you tell me? Please?”
“It’s nothing important.”
“It is important, or you wouldn’t look so troubled.”
Silence lingers for a while. Camus finds himself trying to figure out what might have put Miklotov in this mood. Just before this, Nash had visited to check in on Camus’ health. But Camus has been seriously injured before; he and Miklotov both have. They both understand that their lives could cease at any battle, and even so they still live by a knight’s creed and honor. What is different about this situation…
Finally Miklotov breaks the silence. He is still in the chair when he speaks, quietly and looking down at his hands.
“I love you, Camus.”
“Miklotov…”
Camus thinks he understands now. Milit is his hometown that he still loves, like his family, like his old friends. This is the place Camus would have stayed a protector of, had he been the first son. It’s somewhere that Miklotov hadn’t been to until now, something that Miklotov doesn’t have with Camus. It’s something that could… take Camus away from Miklotov.
“I love you, Miklotov. More than anyone else in the world.” Camus smiles when Miklotov meets his gaze. “I may have been born here, but Rockaxe is my home. Being beside you is my home.” He chuckles. “No matter what anyone else might say or think. When I am healed up, we will continue our journey together. Alright?”
This time Miklotov comes back. He touches Camus’ cheeks gently with his fingers.
“You’re right.”
“I’m always right. Well, normally.”
Camus is beaming, filled with happiness and mirth. Miklotov laughs before leaning over, bringing his lips down upon Camus’ once more, twice more. Telling Camus without words how happy he is and how much he loves him.
And when Camus closes his eyes this time around, he enjoys the feel of Miklotov’s lips against his eyelids, sending him onward to pleasant dreams.