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Words Unsaid 6, Soft

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Haiiiii so as a special little reward for one of my moots for doing work and being productive I decided to hammer out part 6 subssubs enjoy! <3

(you're doing amazing Kren go you!!)

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Part 7

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With the ring of his Alarm Jamil came to, he tried to ignore the alarm for a moment, slightly clinging to the comfortable, soft and warm weight on his chest. Though he did crack his eyes open at that, turning off his alarm with one of his hands. He raised his head a little to look at his chest, where Inky still laid, still slightly asleep, lightly clutching a fistful of his shirt in one hand and holding him close with the other. She was slightly snoring too, how cute. At least she wasn't wearing her glasses, that'd be uncomfortable. She must've taken those off yesterday when Jamil wasn't looking, or something.

Either way, the way the sun was peeking through his windows, through his curtains, the way the light hit her? She looked beyond gorgeous despite her slightly messy curly hair, despite the clothing that didn't quite fit her. It took his breath away for a moment. She laid so still he could count the freckles on her face, so lovely. And she was so soft. Jamil's hand traced along her back, reaching a patch of warm soft skin where the shirt Kalim had lent her lifted up over night. His heartbeat quickened. Did she feel like this when she looked at him? Because she looked like a dream right now.

Jamil just stared at her for a while, he knew he should wake up, that he had to start on breakfast or whatever duties else he had, but he couldn't bring himself to.

Eventually, but not too long after he had thought about having to read away but being absolutely incapable, she stirred. Inky grumbled, using Jamil's chest to hide from the sun that had woken her with its light. It was too cute, Jamil couldn't help but smile to himself for a moment, lifting his hand to stroke her hair. Now that made her let out a pleased sound. Maybe she wasn't quite aware yet but that was good, it meant Jamil could keep staring a little. Even though it was only a little, it still felt nice. He'd hurry with breakfast in a bit, but for now he got to watch Inky wake up. She opened her eyes slightly, blinking away her sleep and trying her best to look Jamil in the eyes with the light being just slightly too bright still. She smiled too, couldn't help it, a happy smile, a smile of a lovestruck idiot perhaps too, but Jamil didn't know that was what the latter looked like, what he did know is that he liked it, he liked it a lot when she looked at him like that. Onto his eyes when she was clearly at their most vulnerable.. how sweet, how wonderful.

After a few minutes Inky did actually move to get up, stretching her upper body as Jamil sat up and did the same, though he moved to get off his bed. Alani searched around for her glasses, they'd landed on the other side of the bed overnight but at least they were fine. She put them on when Jamil had approached her with some clothing spares he had. A fresh pair of sweatpants, courtesy of himself this time, and a spare basketball jersey.

"You can change into these.. they should fit you well and I don't mind if the jersey gets sweaty, grim mentioned you aren't as heat resilient last.. last time you were.. here" Jamil said, pressing his lips into a line and reminding himself that he'd done something terrible the last time. But before he could think himself into more of a pessimistic view Inky took the clothing from his hands with a sweet smile, to ease his nerves. It worked a bit, until Jamil spoke up again.

"I'm.. sorry. Truly sorry. I did terrible things to you and I even tried to kill you. I hurt you. I hurt you so badly you still wear a bandage. Let me make it up to you, please..?" He somewhat ranted on, he couldn't even look at her for a moment until she tugged at his shirt, for him to see that she was looking at him, right into his eyes. Wasn't she scared at all? Most everyone else certainly was.

"Jamil.. it's okay. You may have hurt me.. but I'm not scared of you. I could never be. I've been wanting to visit you for weeks, but I couldn't because I was preoccupied. Now that I am here, I will stay." Inky said, surprising herself with how steady her voice was. "Thank you by the way.. for the clothing and especially last night.. sorry you had to see that, I never really wanted you to, it's kinda pathetic"

Jamil blinked at her for a moment. She thought that? Really?

"Of course I helped you last night.. it was the least I could do, besides, you looked more than distraught." He said, taking a breath before uttering his next few words. "After you changed.. would you like to.. join me in the kitchen to make breakfast? I remember you being a good cook"

Inky would love to do that, she nodded and told him so. She changed in the bathroom adjacent to Jamil's room, he had the luxury of having a room with one of those as the vice housewarden, and Jamil changed in his room, waiting for her to finish. She knocked on the bathroom door just to make sure Jamil was dressed before entering, now wearing his sweatpants and *his* jersey. Jamil stared for a second. Her hair was so poofy and the jersey looked good on her too. She was smiling at him, was she blushing? He could swear she was.

They moved to the kitchen but even then Jamil couldn't help but sneak glanced over as they prepared breakfast. Inky had been helping him cut and prepare some requested dishes that he had the recipe for all while he freestyled a little. This domestic moment felt nice, calming, healing, good. And Inky looked so happy to be around him in a calm, appreciating, loving way. Good god. By the sevens. Jamil couldn't also be falling could he? No way. Sure this had likely been brewing unnoticed for a while but absolutely not, he couldn't be, could he?

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