Anthony had been studying the small dots that appeared to be letters and words within a couple moves of a finger. He used the large amounts cereal he always got from breakfast to make the "dots" for him to study with.

Ian had been getting slightly calmer as the days went by and Anthony had been touching him every single day, despite the harsh consequences following. He had been given many scars, but he didn't mind. All he could think about, was the thought of making Ian his property. He hated, despised, dreaded when Ian was rolled away, weak and exhausted from the terrible drugs he had been given.

Anthony had a growing hatred for the doctors that always pinned Ian down, causing him to become immobile and strained.

He always wondered why Ian never had eye surgery to see, why keep him blind? Anthony only had one eye that was blind so he never thought of needing a surgery to fix one little mistake. But Ian.. he was a weak doll in the darkness of the world. He was controlled, taken advantaged of, scared.. but beautiful.. so.. beautiful.

Anthony had his fingers tracing the different cereals that were arranged in a specific order. He used his small phone to scroll through the different words and letters. He even used all of the cereal he had, to snack on and spell out the words, I love you.

He thought it was cute, so he was very proud of himself of what he had been learning. But then, something made him pause.

Does Ian even know Brail? You can't be born and just KNOW Brail! Oh I'm stupid.

Anthony planted his face in his hand as he shook his head, frowning. "Of course.. I've been doing his for nothing!" He said angrily, eyeing Ian, who was neatly wrapped in tight blankets, his lips slightly parted and his eyes sleepily closed.

He looked like a tiny burrito that was tightly wrapped in his blankets. Anthony couldn't bare but awe at the most adorable thing he'd ever seen in his life. He jumped off his bed, walking over and wrapping his arms around the small burrito, surprisingly the burrito not reacting.

Maybe it's the sleep medicine they gave him?

Anthony was unknowingly correct, Ian was in deep sleepy time and Anthony was going to take advantage of this like it was his last day living.

Anthony was grinning wide. His arms were in a once in a lifetime place, Ian's body was so small and warm. He couldn't bare but begin rocking Ian back in forth in his arms. Anthony was mentally awe'ing continuously on a long loop.

He wanted to get this chance so often, but he couldn't bare the sleep medicine being injected into Ian's frail body every single day. But he was enjoying this moment, it was more than he could ever ask for. The black room in his right eye was allowing him to focus on only Ian's face that was warmly nuzzled in his arms.

He had always wondered what Ian dreamed of, he wanted to be in his dreams, to make him feel comforted and protected. He had never gotten a chance to fully examine Ian's beautiful features, they were so cute to him.

Anthony felt himself slowly lean back, letting Ian's body lay the same as Anthony, his arms wrapping around Ian's abdomen. He couldn't help but fanboy on the inside of his mind, Ian was so dearly adorable.

Anthony let his eyes slowly drop close, the darkness consuming him entirely. He had never felt such a warm body close to him, so he couldn't help but love to hold this small body.

Anthony quickly opened one eye, he let a small evil smirk appear onto his cheeks. "What if.. one.. kiss.." He mumbles, slowly letting him sit up and cup Ian's cheek. It wasn't the exact position he wanted but he let his face lower down and he let his lips push onto Ian's. His lips were so pink and plump, he wanted to kiss Ian all the time.

He forced himself to pull away as his hand caressed Ian's cheek before sliding his fingers into his hair and smiling at the soft follicles. "So soft!" He cooed, his fingers rummaging through his hair as if he was on a search for his most prized possession.

Soon enough, he couldn't bare it much longer, he let his eyes fall shut and his body shut down to a nice, soothing sleep. Mostly because his hand was still dug into Ian's luscious hair.

As Anthony slept, a smile was involuntarily plastered onto his face. Ian made him happy for sure, but who knew how? It was just something they couldn't explain, he was wild for sure. But damn, he was a miracle.