[ always. it's a promise he'll keep to the end of his days, whenever that is. his arms winding around credence's lean frame, his hand comes to rest on the back of his head, cradling him there like a lover. credence fits nicely against him, and he can only imagine the fear and the trauma he'd been through all the same. three days of it can fuck anyone up -- and not for the first time he thinks the dead have gotten off too easy.
he buries his face in his damp hair, breathing in the smell of his shampoo, fresh and clean, a reminder of how credence has made a life with him here, getting back on his feet and exploring his options -- the things you can do with your life when you don't have to worry about where your next meal is coming from.
he doesn't miss the show of trust, of faith; it's humbling, and he closes his eyes. ]
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[ always. it's a promise he'll keep to the end of his days, whenever that is. his arms winding around credence's lean frame, his hand comes to rest on the back of his head, cradling him there like a lover. credence fits nicely against him, and he can only imagine the fear and the trauma he'd been through all the same. three days of it can fuck anyone up -- and not for the first time he thinks the dead have gotten off too easy.
he buries his face in his damp hair, breathing in the smell of his shampoo, fresh and clean, a reminder of how credence has made a life with him here, getting back on his feet and exploring his options -- the things you can do with your life when you don't have to worry about where your next meal is coming from.
he doesn't miss the show of trust, of faith; it's humbling, and he closes his eyes. ]
I've kept you waiting.