[Sunny is never this bold. Wasn’t back then, isn’t here, not until now, now, now—
[Aubrey is pulled down with him, and he doesn’t stop kissing her, and she doesn’t hesitate, not for a second. He doesn’t want her to die, but she’d do anything for him, no matter how much her heart breaks. Sunny is alive; close; she’ll keep him that way until they’re seeing stars and then some.
[It’s not soft. The motion is gentle but, as Aubrey pulls his warm body flush, it feels anything but. It can’t be all gentle because it feels like goodbye, and for someone so loathe to let go, goodbyes are nothing less than a yearning claw, grabbing, pulling, gnawing, until something finally snaps, and they’re split forever.
[She can’t let that happen yet. Not with Sunny. She kisses him again, again, again—
[And yet, within days Aubrey will be in the labyrinth. He should smother her while he can.]
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[If Sunny knew that Aubrey was going to the Labyrinth again, would he even try to stop her? She's capable. He's let her take care of him for months with none of his own strength to show for it. He's rotten. He's meant to protect her, too. He's meant to be brave, too, but he isn't. He's a coward. He can barely stand to wake up most days, not even brave enough to face his own life, his own mind, his own heart.
[His kisses are desperate - he will be bold with his love when he can't be bold with anything else, because one day, they'll be parted, and he'll never get to kiss her like this again - young, hungry, aching, mourning.
[One hand still clutches the back of her head, fingers lacing through strands of soft pink hair; the other, half-mangled hand, hooks onto her hip, fingers squeezing, pulling her closer, closer, but they're already as close as can be.
[Sunny breaks away from the kiss with a gasped:] I love you. [If it's all he says for the rest of his life, then fine - who knows how long that might be.
[He loves her. Here, now, before, after - he will love her.
[Their mouths connect again, tongue slipping between lips. There may never be another moment.]
[It wasn’t supposed to be tragic with Sunny, but it is. Aubrey’s not supposed to wrap her arms around him as though he’ll die in them, but he almost did. Sunny may never have told her his feelings, let her be his sweetheart, but he has, and so—
[Aubrey cradles his head, elbow locking firm behind his back, the other curling around his waist. She holds him in her hands, her arms, her legs, the curve of her body around him, as if protective—
[It’s delirious. He hasn’t eaten. The thick fabric of his hoodie hides defined ribs, not quite gaunt, still too visible. She’s careful with him, normally, ever conscious of pale skin over brittle bones; and yet, the moment finds her being reckless, too.
[For now, Sunny wants her. That’s enough, just momentarily—
[It will never, forever, be enough. He hooks her hip. She nips at his lip.
[Sometimes love bites. When Aubrey breaks for air, she barely parts.]
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[Sunny is never this bold. Wasn’t back then, isn’t here, not until now, now, now—
[Aubrey is pulled down with him, and he doesn’t stop kissing her, and she doesn’t hesitate, not for a second. He doesn’t want her to die, but she’d do anything for him, no matter how much her heart breaks. Sunny is alive; close; she’ll keep him that way until they’re seeing stars and then some.
[It’s not soft. The motion is gentle but, as Aubrey pulls his warm body flush, it feels anything but. It can’t be all gentle because it feels like goodbye, and for someone so loathe to let go, goodbyes are nothing less than a yearning claw, grabbing, pulling, gnawing, until something finally snaps, and they’re split forever.
[She can’t let that happen yet. Not with Sunny. She kisses him again, again, again—
[And yet, within days Aubrey will be in the labyrinth. He should smother her while he can.]
cw: same CW as above thread down, also: suicidal ideation thread down BEWARE
[His kisses are desperate - he will be bold with his love when he can't be bold with anything else, because one day, they'll be parted, and he'll never get to kiss her like this again - young, hungry, aching, mourning.
[One hand still clutches the back of her head, fingers lacing through strands of soft pink hair; the other, half-mangled hand, hooks onto her hip, fingers squeezing, pulling her closer, closer, but they're already as close as can be.
[Sunny breaks away from the kiss with a gasped:] I love you. [If it's all he says for the rest of his life, then fine - who knows how long that might be.
[He loves her. Here, now, before, after - he will love her.
[Their mouths connect again, tongue slipping between lips. There may never be another moment.]
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[It wasn’t supposed to be tragic with Sunny, but it is. Aubrey’s not supposed to wrap her arms around him as though he’ll die in them, but he almost did. Sunny may never have told her his feelings, let her be his sweetheart, but he has, and so—
[Aubrey cradles his head, elbow locking firm behind his back, the other curling around his waist. She holds him in her hands, her arms, her legs, the curve of her body around him, as if protective—
[It’s delirious. He hasn’t eaten. The thick fabric of his hoodie hides defined ribs, not quite gaunt, still too visible. She’s careful with him, normally, ever conscious of pale skin over brittle bones; and yet, the moment finds her being reckless, too.
[For now, Sunny wants her. That’s enough, just momentarily—
[It will never, forever, be enough. He hooks her hip. She nips at his lip.
[Sometimes love bites. When Aubrey breaks for air, she barely parts.]
I love you, Sunny…
[And she won’t stop.]