bsumone | ❝ What am I? ❞

He smiled when he felt that hand rest over his own. Gently he threaded his fingers with Simon's, holding his hand as they listened to the nature around them, enjoying each other's company. It was nice, to say the very least. Because honestly it was so much more than just nice for Silvio who already cared so much about Simon.

Reaching over, he picked a little purple flower (not that he knew the color) and offered it over to his friend.

"A gift."

It would be a lie to say even this didn't make Simon feel... oddly. Not all in a bad way, though. His heart beat a bit faster, but not out of fear. More out of a thrill that this was something Silvio wanted to share with him. And something he could share with Silvio. A first step. A slow step.

That flower, though? It made Simon breathe out a warm laugh. Taking it in his free hand, he admired it for a moment before drawing it close enough to sniff.

"Purple is my favorite color," he explained.

Silvio let out a laugh and bowed his head. "Is that one purple? I'll remember that the next time I smell it."

Leaning back, he lifted his face to the sky and let out a breath. A smile was still on his lips as he closed his eyes. "Green used to be my favorite color but now it's actually brown. Probably weird that someone would love brown but it's true."

"It is," he affirmed. Simon canted his head to peer over at Silvio, drinking in the sight of his friend's (maybe more?) happiness. That smile, the way he savored the sun on his skin, it was all so wonderful to behold. It threw Silvio's sharp features and strong jaw into sharp relief, too. So handsome.

"It's not that weird."

"I'm glad you think so. For me it's thing I can always count on to know what the color of something is. Chocolate, coffee, the earth, the trunks of the trees... I'll always know those are brown and there's something really comforting about that. It actually got me through my early stages of when I went blind."

Realizing that he knew what the color of something was had been a beautiful moment for him. A time where he knew that he was going to be okay. Everything was going to be okay.

"Do you have a reason why you love purple? Or does it just make you happy?"

Simon looked down with a thoughtful smile at the question. Purple did make him happy, but there was a reason for it. "My first dance recital, our outfits were purple. Most of the boys hated it, but that's when I knew dance was my life."

He grinned at the little at the flower and carefully tucked it behind his ear. "My hair is brown," he offered as a way of circling back to Silvio's favorite color.

"That's a beautiful reason. I wish I could see you dance."

But that was alright. He could listen to him when Simon was ready. Enjoy the sounds of his movement and the joy his passion brought him. Much like he enjoyed hearing the sound of what color Simon's hair was. Lifting his hand, he gently touched the strands, feeling them move over his fingers.

"Your hair is my favorite color. I love that."

"Can you hear it? I mean, when I move?" He wondered if between the rhythm of music and Silvio's superhuman hearing if any dancing he did would translate in Silvio's mind. Even if he couldn't see, his mind could conjure up something from the sound, perhaps?

"Whatever dancing I do would probably be close to perfect in your mind's eye."

One day he hoped to tell Simon just how good his hearing was. But that would take time. He wanted to make sure that the other was able to feel safe here. Safe with him. He didn't want to scare him by revealing that werewolves were real.

"I'd be able to hear you move, yeah. I'd really enjoy listening to it too."

It was a nice thought: someone who would never see the mistakes, never see the flaws, never see the things that weren't absolutely perfect. Silvio would hear his foot steps, his weight landing but he'd never know if Simon's foot fell a few inches too far to the left or if he missed a mark. Not that he usually did. He was actually good at what he did. And he was lucky to have made it to 30 without sustaining any career-ending injuries.

"I could dance for you if want." He could put his ear buds in so the music wouldn't interfere (or rather, would interfere less, but he had no idea just how good Silvio's hearing was at this point).

"I'd really love that." And to dance with him too. But he would wait for that. Baby steps. Simon did not need to be pushed fast and hard when he was only barely dipping his toes into the water. Better to go slow and wait until Simon was ready for something quite that deep.

Silvio would never mind waiting.

"I clear a space in the living room so you'll have room to move around."

He could do something he already knew by rote. There were so many dances he's done before. But for Silvio, he wanted to create something new, something special. Something only for his dear friend. That's not overly romantic in his mind, even if it is in actuality.

"That would be great. I'm happy to help move things around with you."

❝ What am I? ❞

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