insidiose: (while you're sleeping until you believe)
credence. ([personal profile] insidiose) wrote2017-04-20 08:23 pm

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[personal profile] mund 2017-05-08 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
You're doing wonderfully.

[ graves tells him, forcing his tone to be even and actually doing pretty well at it. credence is doing his best despite the upset, and that is all that graves can ask of him. despite everything, he lets credence take charge of what he can, watching him pressing down on the wound to prevent more blood from spilling. it's only a moment after that he can actually focus on the stitching. it takes twelve, but finally he's done, and graves finishes up, letting out a breath he doesn't know he'd been holding.

the pain is still there, sobering and aching, but graves has had worse in worse company, so all in all -- not too bad. ]
Done. [ he smiles faintly. ] You did very well, Credence. Well done. [ he makes a note of credence's favorite flavors and reminds himself to buy those for him once kowalski's actually gotten the products up and running. his young lover tends to have a sweet tooth for these things, and graves pauses a moment, fishing out more gauze and bandages one-handedly. ] I like coconut.

[ it occurs to him that this is one of the rare, rare moments when graves tells him about himself. maybe the pain's gotten to him more than he'd thought. ]
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[personal profile] mund 2017-05-10 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ he kisses him back, forefinger and thumb grasping his chin. he doesn't let credence go -- that kiss, soft and sweet, is too short, and he's drawing him close again. graves might not say it, but he pours his feelings for him into the kiss, pressing another to his mouth, then another.

all things considered, credence has put up an impressive front; and there's something endearing about that embarrassed smile. he's leaning into his hands, in no particular hurry to do anything else. ]


I'm not going anywhere. [ he promises, noting how credence has done such a good job with the bandages. it's firm, and all he has to do is ride this out. his thumb smooths over credence's bottom lip when he pulls away briefly, never straying too far from him. but his mind strays to more practical matters, just for a few moments. ] Did Kowalski ask you to work for him?