[ he knows. oh, he knows. he knows what credence means and why, he knows that this love is something that comes only once in a long, long while -- because credence proves him wrong, and after failed relationships with so many lovers here's one that bucks the trend, one who insists on putting his faith in him even when graves had given him no reason to do so.
he's close, so close to him now that graves can smell the cologne on him, the one he wears after a show, faint but there, and it means the world to him. he reaches out and tugs him close, wrapping his arms around his lover to hold him tight, to breathe him in as he presses his face into the crook of his shoulder.
there is only so much work he can drown himself in, there is so long he can fool himself. ] I know. I know. I heard all of it. [ something in credence tugs at him, how he pleads, asks graves for what he should have given him so long ago. guilt curls in his chest, as does the relief after a terrible fear that he will lose him after all -- and he murmurs, muffled into his neck the one thing credence has sought all along. ]
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he's close, so close to him now that graves can smell the cologne on him, the one he wears after a show, faint but there, and it means the world to him. he reaches out and tugs him close, wrapping his arms around his lover to hold him tight, to breathe him in as he presses his face into the crook of his shoulder.
there is only so much work he can drown himself in, there is so long he can fool himself. ] I know. I know. I heard all of it. [ something in credence tugs at him, how he pleads, asks graves for what he should have given him so long ago. guilt curls in his chest, as does the relief after a terrible fear that he will lose him after all -- and he murmurs, muffled into his neck the one thing credence has sought all along. ]
I love you.