Just a little thing that I had lying around of a couple of months...It's not very good, since its my first time doing something like this, but I hope you like it!
It was difficult to ignore the world, for people like them. It was difficult to stop thinking, to stop worrying over the problems, past, present and future, to stop mulling over actions that had already been planned out to the very last detail, to just stop and sigh, relax and silence their brain to be able to sleep.
They moved slowly, softly, listening to the rythm of sounds that helped one lead and the other follow.
But at least for now they could pause and pretend the world didnt exist. For now they could concentrate on the other's breathing and movement. For now they could imagine they were alone.
Pressed together they counted the seconds and minutes and hours, wishing they could turn into days, months and years; wishing they wouldnt have to do anything else but this.
The taller body bent down, pressing their foreheads together as the shorter one rose to meet him halfway; breathing each other's scent they tried to get closer to the other, hands resting on hips, smaller ones resting on shoulders.
They let go of their tension and worry, of their guilt and anger to just be themselves,
ruined and broken, but healing slowly, exposing old wounds to the other, trusting that they would not be hurt.
They were enveloped in darkness, the only light source being the large windows and the small metal heart found in the smaller body's chest.
Comfort, they decided, was what the other had become. Slowly, but surely, they became a haven to each other, the person they could go to when they were tired and worn and hurt.
Not because they were very comforting.
But because the other was just as tired and worn and hurt.
They did not have to answer queries that they were afraid of answering or have to face the evidence of their betrayal or have to hear judegement hidden in between false compliments and temporary safety.
'Maybe it isnt that bad,' He thought, looking from half closed eyes up at the pale face close to his.
But they could certaintly count on the other to face them and doubt their actions. To vex and question the other until a solution was found, until they both had sore throats and heaving lungs, grinning madly at the other in the euphoria of knowing that the other would support them no matter what.
'Yeah, dancing isnt that bad at all.' Tony closed his eyes and let himself relax further into the taller body in front of him.
And that was the best of comforts to people like them, broken and ruined, but healing slowly.
I hope you liked it! Please review!