I'll push through my doubt, don't say goodbye
Her quiet is the most unsettling thing he’s ever witnessed, because he expects the crash out. He’s aware she’s already given him precious seconds to be heard, but gods it doesn’t feel like he’s used them fast enough, well enough, smart enough. It’s a disjointed, vomited retelling that he’s not sure he’d believe in this manner if their roles had been reversed. So surely, any second, she’s going to pull the silence away and (rightfully) detonate, and he’ll have to break through the ricochet of everything breaking apart just to rebuild it again.
Instead, she waits. Trust stretches out the moment, impossibly long and forgiving, and as he nearly hiccups to regain the dump of his breath, every part of his skin prickling with the anticipation of yet more chaos following him home, she just—takes it all into her lap and sits with it.
His mouth shuts so fast the moment her voice picks up that his teeth clip each other and vibrate down into his jaw. Sweat already gathers in the places where his palms keep her anchored, the new placement of her leg like a lap belt for the wild ride they’re sure to descend into. Toad’s wild ride’s got nothing on this.
It doesn’t come—not the drop, not the noise, not the strain of outrage and disbelief wrinkling something permanently, even if really, nothing happened. Her truth ring surely has his back a bit, but he knows it’s more than jewelry shining through here. ”Weeeelllll,” he groans, head hanging shortly after with a flop of bedhead hair. ”When you put it like that,” he mutters, red racing up his neck.
It’s even more obvious reframed that way, as clear as day now. He glances back up, guilty in the only way that really matters here now, a weary look finding her from beneath the hang of hair. ”She said ancients get pregnant all kinds of ways. Even Danta didn’t think it was impossible when I asked for his help. They just kept congratulating me for Dygra’s clear approval.” The only time he’s ever shrunken away from recognition. His features scrunch up with a fresh wave of defeat, a senseless mutter grumbling from his chest.
”Fuck, that’s a weight off my chest. I thought I was going to be a father, which isn’t something I’ve ever imagined, least of all without sharing it with you.” One part of that had already been overwhelming, but both had nearly done him in.
Instead, she waits. Trust stretches out the moment, impossibly long and forgiving, and as he nearly hiccups to regain the dump of his breath, every part of his skin prickling with the anticipation of yet more chaos following him home, she just—takes it all into her lap and sits with it.
His mouth shuts so fast the moment her voice picks up that his teeth clip each other and vibrate down into his jaw. Sweat already gathers in the places where his palms keep her anchored, the new placement of her leg like a lap belt for the wild ride they’re sure to descend into. Toad’s wild ride’s got nothing on this.
It doesn’t come—not the drop, not the noise, not the strain of outrage and disbelief wrinkling something permanently, even if really, nothing happened. Her truth ring surely has his back a bit, but he knows it’s more than jewelry shining through here. ”Weeeelllll,” he groans, head hanging shortly after with a flop of bedhead hair. ”When you put it like that,” he mutters, red racing up his neck.
It’s even more obvious reframed that way, as clear as day now. He glances back up, guilty in the only way that really matters here now, a weary look finding her from beneath the hang of hair. ”She said ancients get pregnant all kinds of ways. Even Danta didn’t think it was impossible when I asked for his help. They just kept congratulating me for Dygra’s clear approval.” The only time he’s ever shrunken away from recognition. His features scrunch up with a fresh wave of defeat, a senseless mutter grumbling from his chest.
”Fuck, that’s a weight off my chest. I thought I was going to be a father, which isn’t something I’ve ever imagined, least of all without sharing it with you.” One part of that had already been overwhelming, but both had nearly done him in.
I will love you 'til the lights go out
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
