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cashewlater) wrote2023-02-16 10:32 pm
cashewlater) wrote2023-02-16 10:32 pm
dreams we weave;
[ cyno has done everything in his power to keep away from tighnari - to keep him safe, to keep him secure, to keep the terrible contents of his dreams from becoming reality.
but gods, they have been pulled together from the first moment they met, the attraction between them powerful, magnetic, irresistible. for all he had tried to keep himself away, in the end, there had been no preventing it. there is something between them that is simply.. undeniable, irreconcilable any other way. cyno loves him, he needs him, deep down in his soul, in a way he has never needed anyone before, and the accident that tighnari got himself into had only cemented it - keeping away from him would not keep him out of danger.
cyno had been inconsolable, that day. irrational. the panic at tighnari's injury had sent him reeling, images and emotions linked to his nightmares all surging forward, and he had sagged against tighnari's hospital bed, clutching at his perfect soft hands, trying to breathe through the anxiety clawing at his insides.
since then, they have been all but inseparable. nearly every night is spent at tighnari's apartment, or cyno's, curled up together in love or passion, in comfort and care. what cyno feels for him is intense, intense enough to shake him to the core, but cyno is an intense man to begin with - what he feels, he feels deeply and fully and with his entire heart. yet despite their closeness, the night terrors have not abated. he still sees it in his dreams - tighnari's lifeless eyes, staring and empty, his body limp and cold, blood trickling from his mouth. in each and every dream cyno grips to him, holding tightly, weeping openly, arrestingly, as if his very heart were being torn from his breast, bleeding and aching. the grief overwhelms, irrational and misplaced, but wholly his somehow. he does not know why he dreams of tighnari, why he had dreamed of him before they met, why he dreams of him still. he does not know why he fears losing him so desperately, so painfully. but it is cyno's reality.
the dream comes again.
it's late, dark and quiet, and cyno and tighnari lie together, tangled in sheets and in each other, when cyno's body begins to shift, and twitch, his breath coming more and more quickly, soft, plaintive noises riding on each and every exhale. he tenses, his hands on tighnari grasping, squeezing, his tattooed arms tight and taut as he murmurs in his sleep. ]
'Nari..
but gods, they have been pulled together from the first moment they met, the attraction between them powerful, magnetic, irresistible. for all he had tried to keep himself away, in the end, there had been no preventing it. there is something between them that is simply.. undeniable, irreconcilable any other way. cyno loves him, he needs him, deep down in his soul, in a way he has never needed anyone before, and the accident that tighnari got himself into had only cemented it - keeping away from him would not keep him out of danger.
cyno had been inconsolable, that day. irrational. the panic at tighnari's injury had sent him reeling, images and emotions linked to his nightmares all surging forward, and he had sagged against tighnari's hospital bed, clutching at his perfect soft hands, trying to breathe through the anxiety clawing at his insides.
since then, they have been all but inseparable. nearly every night is spent at tighnari's apartment, or cyno's, curled up together in love or passion, in comfort and care. what cyno feels for him is intense, intense enough to shake him to the core, but cyno is an intense man to begin with - what he feels, he feels deeply and fully and with his entire heart. yet despite their closeness, the night terrors have not abated. he still sees it in his dreams - tighnari's lifeless eyes, staring and empty, his body limp and cold, blood trickling from his mouth. in each and every dream cyno grips to him, holding tightly, weeping openly, arrestingly, as if his very heart were being torn from his breast, bleeding and aching. the grief overwhelms, irrational and misplaced, but wholly his somehow. he does not know why he dreams of tighnari, why he had dreamed of him before they met, why he dreams of him still. he does not know why he fears losing him so desperately, so painfully. but it is cyno's reality.
the dream comes again.
it's late, dark and quiet, and cyno and tighnari lie together, tangled in sheets and in each other, when cyno's body begins to shift, and twitch, his breath coming more and more quickly, soft, plaintive noises riding on each and every exhale. he tenses, his hands on tighnari grasping, squeezing, his tattooed arms tight and taut as he murmurs in his sleep. ]
'Nari..