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cashewlater) wrote2022-10-17 01:38 am
cashewlater) wrote2022-10-17 01:38 am
loss;
[ cyno is certainly no stranger to pain, both physical and psychological.. but that does not mean that he cannot hurt.
it's quiet in caravan ribat, night blanketing the town in dark silence, and cyno sits on a bed at the inn, babying the long gash to his shoulder. it's certainly not the worst wound he's ever taken, but he's not dwelling on the physical pain, not when his heart feels so heavy.
taj was a good man, and in the end, cyno could not save him. there was nothing left to save. his old partner was long gone, having faded away with the death of his son, gone somewhere cyno could not reach, and while he does not hold taj's choices against him, his loss still makes his heart ache. cyno's ribs feel tight, his throat dry, and though he schools his expression to stern consternation, anyone who knows to look will see the telltale shadow behind his eyes, that flits like a ghost.
tighnari, surely, will know.
cyno watches him through hooded eyes as he works, his lover's back to him, his gloves peeled away as he mixes salves and prepares sutures, things that cyno has seen him do what feels like a hundred times before. he swallows thickly. and then he stands, lifting his headpiece away and setting it gently on the nightstand before he's stepping up behind tighnari, and before he can think better of it, cyno is pressing his face into the back of his partner's shoulder, breathing him in. he won't weep. cyno can't remember the last time he shed a tear. but he feels torn up inside nevertheless, and what he wants more than anything is the warmth of tighnari's body near, reminding him that he's real, and alive. ]
it's quiet in caravan ribat, night blanketing the town in dark silence, and cyno sits on a bed at the inn, babying the long gash to his shoulder. it's certainly not the worst wound he's ever taken, but he's not dwelling on the physical pain, not when his heart feels so heavy.
taj was a good man, and in the end, cyno could not save him. there was nothing left to save. his old partner was long gone, having faded away with the death of his son, gone somewhere cyno could not reach, and while he does not hold taj's choices against him, his loss still makes his heart ache. cyno's ribs feel tight, his throat dry, and though he schools his expression to stern consternation, anyone who knows to look will see the telltale shadow behind his eyes, that flits like a ghost.
tighnari, surely, will know.
cyno watches him through hooded eyes as he works, his lover's back to him, his gloves peeled away as he mixes salves and prepares sutures, things that cyno has seen him do what feels like a hundred times before. he swallows thickly. and then he stands, lifting his headpiece away and setting it gently on the nightstand before he's stepping up behind tighnari, and before he can think better of it, cyno is pressing his face into the back of his partner's shoulder, breathing him in. he won't weep. cyno can't remember the last time he shed a tear. but he feels torn up inside nevertheless, and what he wants more than anything is the warmth of tighnari's body near, reminding him that he's real, and alive. ]