09-30-2016, 09:49 PM
My Lionheart! Oh, I could kiss him. Let’s be real, I do, raining a few happy little kisses along his neck, holding him close and squeezing the everliving hell out of him because he’s safe and he’s here and he’s okay and “God, I was so worried!” Yeah, that. He pulls away, of course he does, that whole kissing him thing was probably a little out of line, shit. Oops. I didn’t mean anything by it, I’m just so damn glad he’s alright, and ugh. Idiot. Stupid, careless idiot.
So of course I don’t say anything, because that would just make it awkward. And heaven knows I’ve done enough of that to last both our lifetimes, no matter how long mine’s shaping up to be. “I’m fine. World went crazy and shit. Couldn’t find you. No sign of my daughters, though that’s hardly unusual. Okay so fine maybe I’m freaked the hell out about that.”
No sign of Gendry, but I’m not exactly going to say that, since fuck Gendry and also since that’s...probably not the smartest subject to bring up. See, sometimes I’m not a complete dumbass. Halfwit, maybe, but hey, I’ll take what I can get.
“And I was fucking worried about you. You were so close by when everything went to shit, and I couldn’t find you, and I was terrified that I’d lost you just after I’d finally gotten you back, and you’re here and you’re safe and I missed you like goddamn crazy and I’m so glad to see you, Lionheart.” And fuck it, I’m wrapped back around him, because I need to be. Because if this is a dream I’m going to wake up and my heart’s going to shatter all over again.
God, it’s all so stupid and fleeting, isn’t it? What if he’d died? What if I’d never gotten to see my Rhory again? Shit, no, don’t cry, don’t you dare cry. Dammit, you traitorous bastard tears, you stay put. It’s a happy day, do you hear me? But of course they don’t. Well hell. So Rhory’s shoulder might get a little wet. Doesn’t stop me from holding on tight, or keep me from shaking just a little with some huge, confusing combination of relief and elation and belated panic and whatever the hell else is going on in this weird little heart of mine.
Three’s about as many emotions as I can handle at once, thanks.
“I was so scared I’d lost you,” I whisper, rubbing my face against his shoulder to dry those stupid tears. “God, I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.” The words slip out before I can catch them, and I somehow manage not to groan and bang my dumb forehead against his shoulder. Not supposed to say shit like that, pretty sure. I still don’t know what exactly the lines are but probably saying shit like my life would fall the fuck apart if you weren’t in it is crossing one of them. Hell, I don’t even know anymore. Doesn’t matter, it’s true.
So of course I don’t say anything, because that would just make it awkward. And heaven knows I’ve done enough of that to last both our lifetimes, no matter how long mine’s shaping up to be. “I’m fine. World went crazy and shit. Couldn’t find you. No sign of my daughters, though that’s hardly unusual. Okay so fine maybe I’m freaked the hell out about that.”
No sign of Gendry, but I’m not exactly going to say that, since fuck Gendry and also since that’s...probably not the smartest subject to bring up. See, sometimes I’m not a complete dumbass. Halfwit, maybe, but hey, I’ll take what I can get.
“And I was fucking worried about you. You were so close by when everything went to shit, and I couldn’t find you, and I was terrified that I’d lost you just after I’d finally gotten you back, and you’re here and you’re safe and I missed you like goddamn crazy and I’m so glad to see you, Lionheart.” And fuck it, I’m wrapped back around him, because I need to be. Because if this is a dream I’m going to wake up and my heart’s going to shatter all over again.
God, it’s all so stupid and fleeting, isn’t it? What if he’d died? What if I’d never gotten to see my Rhory again? Shit, no, don’t cry, don’t you dare cry. Dammit, you traitorous bastard tears, you stay put. It’s a happy day, do you hear me? But of course they don’t. Well hell. So Rhory’s shoulder might get a little wet. Doesn’t stop me from holding on tight, or keep me from shaking just a little with some huge, confusing combination of relief and elation and belated panic and whatever the hell else is going on in this weird little heart of mine.
Three’s about as many emotions as I can handle at once, thanks.
“I was so scared I’d lost you,” I whisper, rubbing my face against his shoulder to dry those stupid tears. “God, I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.” The words slip out before I can catch them, and I somehow manage not to groan and bang my dumb forehead against his shoulder. Not supposed to say shit like that, pretty sure. I still don’t know what exactly the lines are but probably saying shit like my life would fall the fuck apart if you weren’t in it is crossing one of them. Hell, I don’t even know anymore. Doesn’t matter, it’s true.