Whatever happens in the future, they don't have to let it, if they stay here. As young as he is, the obsessions that bind him to life are still half-formed and forming. As prepared as he was to leave in a different way, he's content to stay in this place with the only company he's ever truly felt the desire to keep. He understands that now, understanding it a little more with each day.
Though it amazes him in turn, to feel his limbs working this way. To feel them clutch and hold the way he holds onto Gaelio.
Who doesn't come apart or begin to bleed in his hands. McGillis doesn't crawl out of his skin from the proximity, the pressure. How starved he's been without knowing, starved nearly to death for something like it.
How he's never known anything like it. How right the fit feels, when there should be no such thing as a fit that feels right.
When Gaelio lifts his chin, his face a mess of tears, there's a smile buried beneath the wet streaks that gives him an answer before the string of woulds do. I would, repetition that cushions like a cloud cover. His own lips turn up at the corners, despite a gaze that remains weighted. With that expression so close --
An expression that snares his heart, each detail absorbed in full. An enthusiastic answer to a question unasked. Close, closer, their noses touching and lips almost brushing, lips that plant against his cheek. A feeling that flowers in place and nearly knocks him dizzy -- a feeling that blooms strange color, shades never seen. He huffs on an amazed sound, almost, but not quite hiccuping on it after he lets it out in earnest.
It's as simple and amazing as this: Gaelio wants to stay in a place like this, kisses his cheek to confirm it, and settles contentedly against the crook of his neck. As young as he is, it amazes him to stumble on something so simple, so free of stain. Changing his hold, he hooks arms over the back of his shoulders, trapping him in in response.
Maybe this is the only place he can protect him.
So he won't leave, or allow him to leave. He'll protect them both. He can protect them both here. ]
We'll stay. We'll stay like this. Thank you.
[ Sealing them into eternal white space, he bumps his mouth to the top of the other boy's forehead to exchange the vow. ]
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Whatever happens in the future, they don't have to let it, if they stay here. As young as he is, the obsessions that bind him to life are still half-formed and forming. As prepared as he was to leave in a different way, he's content to stay in this place with the only company he's ever truly felt the desire to keep. He understands that now, understanding it a little more with each day.
Though it amazes him in turn, to feel his limbs working this way. To feel them clutch and hold the way he holds onto Gaelio.
Who doesn't come apart or begin to bleed in his hands. McGillis doesn't crawl out of his skin from the proximity, the pressure. How starved he's been without knowing, starved nearly to death for something like it.
How he's never known anything like it. How right the fit feels, when there should be no such thing as a fit that feels right.
When Gaelio lifts his chin, his face a mess of tears, there's a smile buried beneath the wet streaks that gives him an answer before the string of woulds do. I would, repetition that cushions like a cloud cover. His own lips turn up at the corners, despite a gaze that remains weighted. With that expression so close --
An expression that snares his heart, each detail absorbed in full. An enthusiastic answer to a question unasked. Close, closer, their noses touching and lips almost brushing, lips that plant against his cheek. A feeling that flowers in place and nearly knocks him dizzy -- a feeling that blooms strange color, shades never seen. He huffs on an amazed sound, almost, but not quite hiccuping on it after he lets it out in earnest.
It's as simple and amazing as this: Gaelio wants to stay in a place like this, kisses his cheek to confirm it, and settles contentedly against the crook of his neck. As young as he is, it amazes him to stumble on something so simple, so free of stain. Changing his hold, he hooks arms over the back of his shoulders, trapping him in in response.
Maybe this is the only place he can protect him.
So he won't leave, or allow him to leave. He'll protect them both. He can protect them both here. ]
We'll stay. We'll stay like this. Thank you.
[ Sealing them into eternal white space, he bumps his mouth to the top of the other boy's forehead to exchange the vow. ]