Ashe
i find myself here alone on this dusty road
waiting for a sign to point me home
waiting for a sign to point me home
“You came.” Remi's voice is such a balm I don't know how to breathe. I manage a quick smile, but I have to bite my lip to keep it from trembling, nodding because I don’t trust my voice.
And then, in the next heartbeat, Remi is pulling me in—and then Ronin—and I’m swept into the middle of them, all heat and arms and hearts pounding too close.
“You’re a sight for sore eyes, you little shit.” Ronin. Ronin.
The laugh that bursts out of me is choked halfway into a sob. I cling to them as hard as I can, crushed in their embrace, their grip so fierce it knocks the breath right out of me—and I love it. I never want them to let go. Gods, when was the last time I held them like this? I can’t even remember. I squeeze my eyes shut and press my head into them both, trying to steady my breathing through the tears I’ve got no hope of stopping.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper, the words cracking at the edges. I always shake when emotions get too big to hold in my body, and right now I’m trembling all over—but I don’t care. Not here. Not with them. “What you must think of me—”
My fingers twitch into fists, curling into their shirts like I could anchor myself there. My brothers. My best friends. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get this again. I’d been so certain the bridges had burned behind me, that the waters below had risen too high, too fast, too violent to ever cross again. That leaving the way I did had scattered their love for me like ash in the wind.
“I missed you both so fucking much,” I finally breathe, the truth of it raw in my chest.
And then, in the next heartbeat, Remi is pulling me in—and then Ronin—and I’m swept into the middle of them, all heat and arms and hearts pounding too close.
“You’re a sight for sore eyes, you little shit.” Ronin. Ronin.
The laugh that bursts out of me is choked halfway into a sob. I cling to them as hard as I can, crushed in their embrace, their grip so fierce it knocks the breath right out of me—and I love it. I never want them to let go. Gods, when was the last time I held them like this? I can’t even remember. I squeeze my eyes shut and press my head into them both, trying to steady my breathing through the tears I’ve got no hope of stopping.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper, the words cracking at the edges. I always shake when emotions get too big to hold in my body, and right now I’m trembling all over—but I don’t care. Not here. Not with them. “What you must think of me—”
My fingers twitch into fists, curling into their shirts like I could anchor myself there. My brothers. My best friends. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get this again. I’d been so certain the bridges had burned behind me, that the waters below had risen too high, too fast, too violent to ever cross again. That leaving the way I did had scattered their love for me like ash in the wind.
“I missed you both so fucking much,” I finally breathe, the truth of it raw in my chest.
i'll close my eyes and put my feet to the ground
'cause when i'm lost, i don't want to be found
'cause when i'm lost, i don't want to be found
