[h3][color=6ecff6][b]Vittorio Twinveil[/b][/color][/h3]



[i][color=6ecff6]She's.. warm?[/color][/i] He thought as he hugged her, had she gotten a fever? Vittorio realized that he had spent so much time in his astral form that he had forgotten the warmth of another person, same could be said for the breathing and heartbeat he could feel replying to his own. His own heartbroken core, broken beyond repair. At least that's what he thought. He withdrew from the hug slightly to look to Bak's face, she was indeed looking very red so Vittorio reached up with his hand to her forehead to check. The frail boy placed the palm of his hand on her forehead, she were warm indeed. But he couldn't remember how warm you had to be in order to have a fever.

[b][color=6ecff6]"Bak?"[/color][/b] He asked, blinking his eyes slowly as he looked to her, she hung her head over slightly. Then he could hear the unmistakable sound of someone sleeping.

[b][color=6ecff6]"She.. fell asleep?"[/color][/b] Vittorio blinked abit faster, then had a smile appear on his lips. To when he came to realize he was feeling a combination of shock and... warmth? This feeling? This magnetism? He both disliked it and liked it at the same time, it reminded him of the moment when he had lost it all.

[b][color=6ecff6]"Bak.. you have kept pushing yourself... all for your friends... getting hurt in doing so... I...I admire you... you are truly a kind and beautiful person... and I-I.."[/color][/b] The frail boy's body froze, as the word finally reached him, the word for that feeling which he couldn't place.

[b][color=6ecff6]"...and I do..."[/color][/b] He said in a soft, barely noticable voice as he leaned to her ear, his lips made out two words, which none have ever heard him speak. He said them so quietly, because he couldn't bear to hear them in his own ears, as if the realization of himself saying it would tear him up from the ground he stood upon.

Then he withdrew his embrace from her, she was standing there, fully asleep by the looks of it. He knew he couldn't move her in his physical form, even in his astral form it would be a daunting task. But he couldn't leave her out here. Thus he sat down and went into his astral form, which smoothly slid over towards Bak and wrapped his tentacle like wings around her gently, before lifting her. She was heavier than he had thought, her weight he could feel pressing down on his mind like a powerful pressure, getting heavier for each moment passed.

He had to quickly bring her to her room, when he found it he opened it with a tentacle, wrapping around the doorknob. Carefully lifting Bak into her sheep filled room. Vittorio finally put her on her bed after some careful placement. His astral form poofed out as soon as he did, and he was back in his physical body. Where he headed over to Bak's room and closed the door after he went in. 

Vittorio scanned his surroundings for a blanket which he could place on her. After some recon he managed to find a suitable one depicting a circle of sheep on it, he moved slowly over to the bed and was about to put the blanket over her when he realized that she was still wearing her clothes on.

Thus he came into a dilemma on what he should do. He could help her into some nightgown or he could just put the blanket over her. Bak's clothes were custom made by the looks of it, it wasn't something the usual student would wear. Vittorio realized he couldn't help her without possibly destroying parts of her attire, thus came to the decision to leave her be with her clothes still on. He slowly pulled the big blanket over her and made sure she was lying down somewhat comfortable.

The boy gave a soft sigh of relief and smile, and once again he could feel that feeling again. His chest would heat up and feel like a thousand moths had just awoken from their slumber in his chest. He swallowed and then gave Bak a soft stroke on her head, moving some of her hair away from her face, before finally withdrawing to the doorway and closing the door behind him. As he began to walk the corridor again, his thoughts fell on words uttered moments ago, so quiet yet he had uttered them. Even if she couldn't have possibly Heard him… what was he going to do now?