[recommended listening : The Piano Song | Carissa's Weird ]
relief.
He could think of a million reasons why they shouldn't be doing this, why getting involved with another at a time like this was such a horrible, masochistic idea.
But the reality was that even in the midst of war they could not be more than what they already were. They were brave and strong, noble warriors who would give everything and anything they had to make things right, to keep what happened to them from happening to anyone else. They would save a million lives and still punish themselves for those that were lost.
But the truth was, when you stripped away duty, when you stripped away light and dark, right, and wrong, and guilt, they were just two men. They were just two men trying to hold up a world
and they were lonely.
They would go hours, sometimes days without speaking, their only interactions coming from the heartless they killed. Having someone to come home to, someone to touch and to touch them back feltnice.
For things out of their control they would never forgive themselves but being together made them feel good and right and human. When Leon allowed himself to curl his bloody, calloused hand into the soft blonde hairs at top of the others neck and bring his face close enough to kiss he felt his strength and purpose renewed in a way that was ten times more potent than the effect any potion could have hoped to have.
And when Cloud closed the distance between them, bringing their lips together with a desperation that melted into something tender, he felt like for the first time in his entire life he was doing something right. Like maybe from here on out pain and failure would be a distant memory.
Neither man was particularly good at hoping, but in each others arms they allowed themselves to pretend.
a|n
Just a little thing to get back into the whole writing thing/apologize for my long absence.
I've been fairly ill, but I'm pretty much better now and very much unemployed so expect lots of fiction written while I should be job hunting (procrastination is always the best muse).
lovelovelove.