( Ah... That Ish asserts what he does, and carries on, rouses him from his mired thoughts - and he listens, best he can.
He feels the warmth bubbling in his chest, again. It's familiar. It's how Ish makes him feel. It's... wonderful. Maybe moreso in all this cold.
Quiet: )
... That's going to be... a lot of times.
( For thousands and thousands of years... if they live on... as scary as that feels - to live that much more. But if he does... if they do... if all of them do, together, then
It would be a lot of times to say it.
It would be... wonderful, every single time.
He swallows, lifting his head - just by a few centimetres. It feels too heavy to lift. Leaves brush against his hair, and he doesn't see much. But. )
... I won't let her erase you.
( It's not a threat, or a promise. It's - chanted softly, as if it were a spell. A plea to the universe to shift its weave - to make room for this truth, and supply for it.
Please don't take Ish away. )
... I... ( his voice is wet. it's hard to say. it's scary to admit, even to himself. ) ... I want to learn how to live... with you, and Junior.
( After so many thousands of years, they're a little late. But Junior's still on time. And the three of them... maybe, could figure out something, together. Maybe, maybe, maybe... )
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He feels the warmth bubbling in his chest, again. It's familiar. It's how Ish makes him feel. It's... wonderful. Maybe moreso in all this cold.
Quiet: )
... That's going to be... a lot of times.
( For thousands and thousands of years... if they live on... as scary as that feels - to live that much more. But if he does... if they do... if all of them do, together, then
It would be a lot of times to say it.
It would be... wonderful, every single time.
He swallows, lifting his head - just by a few centimetres. It feels too heavy to lift. Leaves brush against his hair, and he doesn't see much. But. )
... I won't let her erase you.
( It's not a threat, or a promise. It's - chanted softly, as if it were a spell. A plea to the universe to shift its weave - to make room for this truth, and supply for it.
Please don't take Ish away. )
... I... ( his voice is wet. it's hard to say. it's scary to admit, even to himself. ) ... I want to learn how to live... with you, and Junior.
( After so many thousands of years, they're a little late. But Junior's still on time. And the three of them... maybe, could figure out something, together. Maybe, maybe, maybe... )