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Jabber blinked his eyes open, squinting his eyes to see properly since sleep was still resting heavily in his eyes. He saw a figure that was leaning over him. Ah, Zanka was the cause for the weight on his chest. How weird, what was he doing?
He became aware of Zanka's hand cradling his face, he frowned. It was oddly a soft gesture. It made him want to lean away from it, throw Zanka off of him, never acknowledge that it ever happened, but.. he wanted more. He thinks he craves him to give him more caring touches like this.
Their eyes met and he saw how Zanka was blankly staring down at him with half lidded eyes, he was absolutely beautiful. Zanka looks almost dream–like as he stared up at him. The way his eyelashes fluttered when he blinked made his stomach do little flips. It wasn't often that they found each other so close, so he studied his face. From the faint freckles scattered across his face, to the little mole under his eye. He even tried to memorise the color of his eyes.
They were such a unique blue, a shade of blue he could find in Zanka's eyes only.
No one would be able to replicate such a beautiful color.
He then noticed the way his hands started to trail towards his neck, away from his face. Which was odd, Zankas thumbs slowly came together in the middle of his throat and his hands clamped down, hard. His eyes widened in surprise.
This was one of the last things that he had expected from Zanka. He wasn't complaining though.
As he continued to stare at the other, just admiring the way he looked. He wasn't very focused on the fact that he was being choked, oddly enough. He was focused on the person that was choking him, Zanka.
Everything about him was perfect. His drive, the way he fights, his eyes.
Magenta eyes met pretty blue ones, Jabber admired how he blankly stared down at him. His eyes were now staring wildly at him, no longer half lidded. Either way, he was able to stare into those eyes of Zanka's.
He grinned wildly, it was a look he had never seen on Zanka's face, but it was an incredible look.
He wasn't bothered by the lack of airflow, but the hands that were clasped around his throat completely restrict his airways, making him gasp for air causing him to let out strangled noise as he tried to breathe in. He brought a hand and grabbed Zanka's wrist, "He-" He yelped as the hands tightened around his neck further.
He tried to pull the hands away, he usually would be able to, but Zanka seemed really set on choking him to death. During his sleep? Really? As he tried to pry Zanka's hands away his nails had started to dig on the sides of his neck.
It started to draw light traces of blood.
It made his eyebrows raise in fasination, how far was he willing to go?
His next tactic was to wiggle side to side, maybe he would be able to move Zanka enough to flip them so he had the advantage. Quickly he was able to tell that wasn't going to be possible, as Zanka was completely planted down on his stomach. Pushing his weight down on him so there was no possibility that he could wiggle free.
He even tried leaning his head back into the pillow to see if he could lessen the grip, but the hands followed, if not with a stronger grip, causing another strangled noise to be let out. The only thing he was able to do was pry a finger or two off his neck, other than that it was a stalemate. Though, he was still losing since he was the one actively suffocating.
As his vision began to swim it made him panic internally, if he passed out now there is no telling if Zanka is going to stop or not. Fear planted itself deep into his mind, fear. Ha- he could almost laugh—if it wasn't for the hands on his neck—him feeling fear? Feeling scared?
That is something he hasn't felt in years.
Of course Zanka was the person to be able to cause something so drastic such as fear. It made his face heat up at the thought.
A shaky grin started to form on his face, his vision was starting to swim he could see the black slowly taking over.
Zanka tilted his head leaning down close to Jabber with his wide blank eyes. Staring down at him with what he assumes is murderous intent, though his blank eyes made it hard to pinpoint. It made his nervous smile widen further, a bead a sweat dripped down the side of his face.
He could only stare up at Zanka with fear plastered clearly on his face with a wide grin.
Jabber wasn't able to see the way Zankas eyes started to droop, or feel the way the grip on his neck started to lessen. His body instinctively gasped for air desperately, eyes widening in realization that he could breathe again. It took him a moment to adjust back to being able to breathe properly. God, what was Zanka thinking.. speaking of which- he was laying on his chest.
He could hear the light snores from him, his eyebrows pinched together. Did he seriously fall asleep as he was trying to actively kill him?
A frenzied smile found its way to his face as he stared down at Zanka sleeping peacefully on his chest, arms wrapped around him. His face lit up as the reality of the situation propely hit him. He started to giggle.
He curled around Zanka protectively, arms snaking around his back, burying his face on the top of his head. The two had slotted together like they were a puzzle, it was perfect. Zanka was perfect. His laughing continued, slowly turning into crazed laughter. God Zanka was something else. He wasn't entirely sure what that was, but.. it was enjoyable. He thinks? Though, it was a little nerve–racking that he had to start fighting for his life.
Honestly, he didn't mind. He didn't mind one bit.