[There's a sound, somewhere between a sob and a sigh, and Luke's head drops, forehead gently bumping against Ion's, unable to escape his soft, insistent pull, letting Ion's words wash over him like waves on the shore, a cool, calm salve against a blistering wound.
Words seemed to hold less mystery to Ion. He shaped them to his purpose, and everything he says resounds easily with Luke, so much so that it's nearly a relief to hear.]
That's it... that's how I feel, every time I see you. I'm so happy, but I feel like... I'm just counting down the days, and every time I see you again, that feeling's there, but even stronger. And it hurts! It hurts so much, Ion, because I...
...I don't want to lose you twice!
And I know it's selfish and stupid! You're a god now, and I should just be happy that you have such a great life ahead of you, even with all this stupid stuff, because you really deserve it, but...!
[His voice drops to barely a whisper, the closeness between them only just enough to hear.]
I want to show you everything you missed. How the world's changing. How I'm changing.
I want to sit around with you and not think about anything, because I know you're okay.
...And I want to go back to Cheagle Woods with you, even if it's just for a day.
I want to have more time... so I can make more time for you.
[This time, it sounds more like a sigh, a puff of air on the exhale, soft, relieved, and ragged.]
...I spent most of my life being selfish, so I... guess I want to avoid it... but...
Maybe if we both want it, then maybe we can want it for each other. Like a selfish wish for... someone else's happiness, and they cancel each other out.
[Gently, slowly, he lifts his head from Ion's, expression nearly something you could call calm. In the dim light of the dining area, you could almost call it resolved.]
Or maybe we can both just be selfish together.
...And I think you more than deserve a little selfishness, Ion.
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Words seemed to hold less mystery to Ion. He shaped them to his purpose, and everything he says resounds easily with Luke, so much so that it's nearly a relief to hear.]
That's it... that's how I feel, every time I see you. I'm so happy, but I feel like... I'm just counting down the days, and every time I see you again, that feeling's there, but even stronger. And it hurts! It hurts so much, Ion, because I...
...I don't want to lose you twice!
And I know it's selfish and stupid! You're a god now, and I should just be happy that you have such a great life ahead of you, even with all this stupid stuff, because you really deserve it, but...!
[His voice drops to barely a whisper, the closeness between them only just enough to hear.]
I want to show you everything you missed. How the world's changing. How I'm changing.
I want to sit around with you and not think about anything, because I know you're okay.
...And I want to go back to Cheagle Woods with you, even if it's just for a day.
I want to have more time... so I can make more time for you.
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[All of those things and so much more, even though "more" is something he's never dared to ask for--even think for.]
So, if you're selfish, so am I. Maybe...just for now...
[Unintentionally, Ion's forehead knits against Luke's.]
Isn't it okay to be a little selfish?
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...I spent most of my life being selfish, so I... guess I want to avoid it... but...
Maybe if we both want it, then maybe we can want it for each other. Like a selfish wish for... someone else's happiness, and they cancel each other out.
[Gently, slowly, he lifts his head from Ion's, expression nearly something you could call calm. In the dim light of the dining area, you could almost call it resolved.]
Or maybe we can both just be selfish together.
...And I think you more than deserve a little selfishness, Ion.