A MOMENT OF COMFORT.

A MOMENT OF COMFORT.

♡ — twisted!glisten × twisted!rodger

(reflectivedetective)

⭑.ᐟ genre: slight (very tiny) angst, fluff :33

⭑.ᐟ synopsis: rodger simply comforts an insecure glisten after a devastating view of others leaving him again

⭑.ᐟ wc: 555

⭑.ᐟ a/n: this fanfic was simply my friends' idea so hehe and i kinda made this like a few days ago or something

“you’re leaving..? w-wait! don't leave me!” twisted glisten yelled, rushing towards the players in the elevator.

ichor fell down his half shattered face, a look of panic on his face when the elevator slammed shut in his face, leaving him alone. he fell down to his knees, crying quietly and choking on his tears.

he slowly stood up, sniffling a little as he walked towards twisted rodger’s capsule, sitting by it. slowly, rodger emerged from his disguise, towering over him.

“glisten?” he called out to him gently, his voice low yet soothing in his ears. glisten lifted his head up, hesitantly looking into his one eye.

“i'm sorry you have to see me like this again.. i swear, i just.. i can't–”

rodger placed his hand on glisten's head, looking towards the direction of the closed elevator that was just a distance away from them. a disappointed look crossed his face, making him sigh.

“it isn't your fault. those players were the ones who abandoned you anyway, but i most likely won't, despite my form,” he pointed out, looking down at the pool of ichor that went from his waist to the floor.

glisten followed rodger's gaze, gazing at his pitiful state. glisten’s eyes softened in pity and sadness, but he looked away afterwards.

“i'm sorry you had to be like that too.. you.. didn't deserve getting infected like that,” glisten mumbled quietly, avoiding his gaze. rodger's gaze softened at well, watching as he wallowed in his self-pity.

“why are you apologizing? this infection isn't something you did. it's that.. ugh, blasted dandy,” rodger voiced out the name with hatred, clenching his free hand into a fist. his other hand stayed on glisten's head before rodger looked down at him.

“you know i won't leave you, right?” he questioned, giving him reassurance as he ran his fingers through his swirly hair. although glisten had taken the time to style it, it didn't matter if it was rodger who messed it up.

glisten stayed quiet, still feeling insecure and rodger could sense that. he sunk half of his body down in the pool of ichor, making sure he was the other's height. he reached out, placing his hand on glisten's cheek and caressing it.

“don't stay quiet. say something, glisten. i beg to hear your voice at least,” the magnifying glass spoke, his gaze showing a slight look of desperation. it was rare for the detective to show such emotion, but he couldn't help it when it came to glisten.

at his words, the mirror sighed, his breath shaky. immediately, he wrapped his arms around rodger, hugging him tightly. “i don't deserve you..”

rodger's eye widened at his hug, feeling a tad bit off guard. but he didn't pull away, he simply wrapped his arms around glisten, one of his hands cradling the back of his head and the other on the small of his back.

glisten smiled faintly, nuzzling his cheek against rodger's, finding comfort in his embrace. soon, rodger spoke his last words, wanting nothing but to cuddle him.

“you do deserve me. you just.. didn't know it. but i’ll make sure you see how much i value your existence, glisten. to me, you're everything. and.. i’ll never let you go. i won't let anyone hurt you either.”

“my promise. from me, to you.”