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Sunny & Omori ([personal profile] sadpoem) wrote2020-02-08 08:28 pm

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[personal profile] headhooligan 2024-07-17 05:23 am (UTC)(link)

[There’s an unease in that silence, sure. She hasn’t at all forgotten how it felt after Eren kissed her, feelings blooming and churning in ways that weren’t… all pleasant. Hell, just within the day— Is she really saying this? Wasn’t Aubrey done thinking about it?

[But it comes back; it always does.
[They love each other. She can’t let Sunny go without having given him the chance, and—

[It’s not tragic. She won’t let it be. No matter how this goes, he has her. They’re like this already, and have been, and will be; hearts racing, fingers locked, and they are so very, very much alive.]

You.

[Aubrey thumbs at the hairs along his forehead, knuckles curving down his cheek. The other hand squeezes, releases, steady.]

Really.

headhooligan: (06C lies down)

[personal profile] headhooligan 2024-07-17 06:09 am (UTC)(link)

[Ever since…?

[Ah. She’s not just an idiot; she’s blind. That’s why he’d listen for hours and hours. That’s why they’re together here, now, and—

[It won’t last, anyway. This isn’t all he wants, is all.

[There’s a pain that crosses her face, just for a second. Never having realized; realizing too late; realizing, no, thinking, extrapolating, assuming, so damn much. He would have, could have been content, and she pushed it, and now—

[He wants this, now. Aubrey cups his cheek and kisses him, because he’s wanted it, and he’s here, and she can’t afford to want anything but.

[It’s not supposed to be tragic. It’s soft, as she and Sunny often are. It can’t be desperate, clawing, grasping. Eren’s is an exhale. Aubrey wants Sunny’s to be a promise. Squeeze… release....]

headhooligan: (07A -is hold-)

[personal profile] headhooligan 2024-07-17 06:37 am (UTC)(link)

[It’s warm. She drowns herself in it. She can’t regret a thing.

[It lingers, and Aubrey keeps their faces close. A whisper back:]

And you’re… mine....

[He’s not. He won’t be. She can pretend.]

Sunny....