prolly not what you were looking for - but it IS post RoT!!! :D
anonymous
March 2 2008, 07:27:49 UTC
Hunter sighed uncomfortably and squeezed his eyes tightly shut in a futile attempt to block out the early morning sunlight that was beginning to filter in. He hadn't slept well, which wasn't that unusual, but this time the fact that he and Blake shared the single bed in a travel trailer hadn't had anything to do with it.
The vivid memories of being compelled to destroy his brother had kept him awake most of the night, and when he had finally drifted off from sheer exhaustion, they haunted his restless nightmares as well. One small comfort had been Blake's warm body curled against his chest all night as he, at least, managed to sleep peacefully.
When Hunter finally gave up and opened his eyes wearily, though, the sunlight just continued to make him even more miserable. In the light he could lift his head and see the still-forming bruises spread across Blake's chest and arms, and he hated himself more every second he stared at them. Finally he shut his eyes again and dropped his head back down to the pillows, wriggling a bit closer and tightening the embrace as much as he dared in the process.
There was no way Blake would even want to hear him apologize for the whole ordeal on the island. Hunter knew he would have done the same thing in a heartbeat had the situation been reversed. The fact that there was a force powerful enough to not only make him try to destroy Blake - more important to him than any friend or lover could ever be - but to want to do it, that just terrified him too much to think about. Instead he buried his face in Blake's sleep-mussed hair and inhaled the familiar scent for a few moments, until the shorter boy shifted against him and muttered something incoherent. Neither one of them were morning people, Hunter thought ironically.
"I love you," he whispered against Blake's ear, and he couldn't help smiling slightly at the vaguely happy-sounding noise he got in response. Whatever he had to do to make sure they won this war, Hunter decided, it would be worth it so they could have their peace back again - and so he could begin to forgive himself.
The vivid memories of being compelled to destroy his brother had kept him awake most of the night, and when he had finally drifted off from sheer exhaustion, they haunted his restless nightmares as well. One small comfort had been Blake's warm body curled against his chest all night as he, at least, managed to sleep peacefully.
When Hunter finally gave up and opened his eyes wearily, though, the sunlight just continued to make him even more miserable. In the light he could lift his head and see the still-forming bruises spread across Blake's chest and arms, and he hated himself more every second he stared at them. Finally he shut his eyes again and dropped his head back down to the pillows, wriggling a bit closer and tightening the embrace as much as he dared in the process.
There was no way Blake would even want to hear him apologize for the whole ordeal on the island. Hunter knew he would have done the same thing in a heartbeat had the situation been reversed. The fact that there was a force powerful enough to not only make him try to destroy Blake - more important to him than any friend or lover could ever be - but to want to do it, that just terrified him too much to think about. Instead he buried his face in Blake's sleep-mussed hair and inhaled the familiar scent for a few moments, until the shorter boy shifted against him and muttered something incoherent. Neither one of them were morning people, Hunter thought ironically.
"I love you," he whispered against Blake's ear, and he couldn't help smiling slightly at the vaguely happy-sounding noise he got in response. Whatever he had to do to make sure they won this war, Hunter decided, it would be worth it so they could have their peace back again - and so he could begin to forgive himself.
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