( stefano has shattered in his lover's arms more times than he can count and only then. not even when his father had died. but weeks later, when he learned of a tape that was distributed, and he reckoned the kind of father he himself had become. he is here for klaus and always we bad, schoolboy or full blown adult. he gives him the permission he needs, even if this is the very end.
his eyes close, letting his breath steady with his lover's. they have always been in lock-step even on different sides of the world. )
I'm right here with you.
( in a dark maze of his own making. but, in this case, in whatever hole klaus has sunk himself into. he doesn't pull away, doesn't extract himself. he would melt into this man if he could. his son is leaving early. his son has patched things and the fear that he'd done the exact opposite with his forever, it almost breaks him as well.
but it doesn't. )
We can find the light.
( they can be each other's light.
words topple between them, but klaus was right because they were only words. his arms wrapped around him. his unbending loyalty. this sweet embrace, he hopes, says it all.
he speaks against damp skin, eyes still shut. the world having fallen away. )
( for a moment, klaus' only answer is the clutching and clinging of his embrace, the pulling and holding of stefan close and closer, as if any moment he might slip away. he thinks of elijah, his wet lashes lifting, and the disappointed ruin in his brother's dark eyes before klaus turned and walked away. so much is slipping through his grasp; he is lost, unmoored and without anchor.
between the tears and stefan's skin so close, a light sheen of sweat cools his body. he forces his breathing to steady. he wants to believe him, that all will be all right, when it so rarely has. whatever hope he carries is bitter, and the confessions he offers are ones he cannot hold back. like sacrifices of truth, bleeding out on the altar of his fear. )
I am a bastard. ( his voices is barely above a whisper. ) You would think my father would be relieved.
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his eyes close, letting his breath steady with his lover's. they have always been in lock-step even on different sides of the world. )
I'm right here with you.
( in a dark maze of his own making. but, in this case, in whatever hole klaus has sunk himself into. he doesn't pull away, doesn't extract himself. he would melt into this man if he could. his son is leaving early. his son has patched things and the fear that he'd done the exact opposite with his forever, it almost breaks him as well.
but it doesn't. )
We can find the light.
( they can be each other's light.
words topple between them, but klaus was right because they were only words. his arms wrapped around him. his unbending loyalty. this sweet embrace, he hopes, says it all.
he speaks against damp skin, eyes still shut. the world having fallen away. )
Did something happen before meeting me here?
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between the tears and stefan's skin so close, a light sheen of sweat cools his body. he forces his breathing to steady. he wants to believe him, that all will be all right, when it so rarely has. whatever hope he carries is bitter, and the confessions he offers are ones he cannot hold back. like sacrifices of truth, bleeding out on the altar of his fear. )
I am a bastard. ( his voices is barely above a whisper. ) You would think my father would be relieved.