[team two] untitled sad drabble
So sorry for the hold up, the past few days have been tough and now I am sick, but I can't keep slacking. So please have this drabble.
The feeling-empty, confused, and sad-was not entirely new to him. The myriad of these emotions hit him at once, and his hand clutches at his chest as though he can physically hold himself together like this. There's a redness along the edges of his eyes though they remain dry, stubbornly refusing to let the tears out.
A sudden warmth grazes at his back, and another pair of arms gradually wraps around his body. A breath tickles at his ear with a whisper.
"You don't have to say a thing. I will just hold you until you feel ready to talk. Or cry. Whatever you want or need."
It's a low and soothing sound, and he finds himself melting into the embrace, letting go of the weight of his thoughts and emotions. With the one at his back warm and solid and alive, he allows himself to just exist in the moment, takes all of the comfort being offered in order to slowly put himself together again. And when he's back to a better version of himself, the one who accepts love and care as freely as he gives it to others, he smiles. He loosens himself from the embrace to properly face the other man and presses his hands onto the other man's face.
"Someday I'll be able to talk about it. But for now, your presence is enough. So, thank you." He presses a chaste kiss to the other man's cheek.
Sorry captain, it's your turn now. bluedreaming
The feeling-empty, confused, and sad-was not entirely new to him. The myriad of these emotions hit him at once, and his hand clutches at his chest as though he can physically hold himself together like this. There's a redness along the edges of his eyes though they remain dry, stubbornly refusing to let the tears out.
A sudden warmth grazes at his back, and another pair of arms gradually wraps around his body. A breath tickles at his ear with a whisper.
"You don't have to say a thing. I will just hold you until you feel ready to talk. Or cry. Whatever you want or need."
It's a low and soothing sound, and he finds himself melting into the embrace, letting go of the weight of his thoughts and emotions. With the one at his back warm and solid and alive, he allows himself to just exist in the moment, takes all of the comfort being offered in order to slowly put himself together again. And when he's back to a better version of himself, the one who accepts love and care as freely as he gives it to others, he smiles. He loosens himself from the embrace to properly face the other man and presses his hands onto the other man's face.
"Someday I'll be able to talk about it. But for now, your presence is enough. So, thank you." He presses a chaste kiss to the other man's cheek.
Sorry captain, it's your turn now. bluedreaming