[tim's long gone. he'd packed his things in a huff, looking at him with red-rimmed eyes behind his glasses like hell was going to open beneath his feet and drag him down on the spot for taking care of danny fucking johnson himself. there are absolutely no regrets - not when the thought of losing tim on top of embry would have left him with absolutely nothing. the two people he's ever cared most for, gone. nothing left to live for. that dangerous thread starts and ends with them all in the same place. so danny had to go. embry had been right: there was something fucked up about him. serene, somehow, while he struggled in the end - like he was only half-heartedly resisting death and wanted to relish it instead as thick thumbs drove harder and harder into his windpipe.
maybe he'll have nightmares about it someday. for now, his nightmares begin and end with embry's lifeless body on the altar, tim's in the lake.
and then embry came back. he's not at liberty to question anything about it, too goddamn relieved and wondering if this is some nasty trick or a reward for what he'd done for rosie from the balfours. but there's too much happening around them now to worry about the how and the why - instead he just wants to fastforward to the part where embry is in his bed flushed with color and saturated in life again. fuck, he'd missed him more than he'd realized. he thinks back to the message he'd sent, to the funeral announcement and the eulogy and knows he might have made a fool of himself. but that's alright. a small price to pay to have the knock on his door, to drink him in at the threshold of his room before reaching for his arm and dragging him inside without a word.]
Get in here.
[it's not "get in here, because i can't be seen like this." it's not even "get in here before you make a scene," or "get in here and tell me why you broke our unspoken rules." it's get in here, let me tell you all the reasons i'd do it again and again and again in between kisses.
kisses like the one he tentatively presses against embry's forehead, hands coming up to lightly press at his cheeks, his jaw, like he's worried none of this is real and he'll wake up any minute. but his lips and his fingers prove otherwise, and there's a shaky groan at the realization that comes from somewhere deep in his chest.]
You don't have to do a goddamn thing. Just...be here. And don't ever fucking do that again.
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maybe he'll have nightmares about it someday. for now, his nightmares begin and end with embry's lifeless body on the altar, tim's in the lake.
and then embry came back. he's not at liberty to question anything about it, too goddamn relieved and wondering if this is some nasty trick or a reward for what he'd done for rosie from the balfours. but there's too much happening around them now to worry about the how and the why - instead he just wants to fastforward to the part where embry is in his bed flushed with color and saturated in life again. fuck, he'd missed him more than he'd realized. he thinks back to the message he'd sent, to the funeral announcement and the eulogy and knows he might have made a fool of himself. but that's alright. a small price to pay to have the knock on his door, to drink him in at the threshold of his room before reaching for his arm and dragging him inside without a word.]
Get in here.
[it's not "get in here, because i can't be seen like this." it's not even "get in here before you make a scene," or "get in here and tell me why you broke our unspoken rules." it's get in here, let me tell you all the reasons i'd do it again and again and again in between kisses.
kisses like the one he tentatively presses against embry's forehead, hands coming up to lightly press at his cheeks, his jaw, like he's worried none of this is real and he'll wake up any minute. but his lips and his fingers prove otherwise, and there's a shaky groan at the realization that comes from somewhere deep in his chest.]
You don't have to do a goddamn thing. Just...be here. And don't ever fucking do that again.