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Kel ([personal profile] knockingatthedoor) wrote in [personal profile] photographists 2024-08-08 09:17 pm (UTC)

[He's pathetic. A mess of sweaty long hair, tears and shivers as he desperately attempts to hold himself together, to pull himself back to reality. It's a wonderful thing he can feel so much pain, right? His body is back, somehow and... and... oh god, it was that nightmare again, wasn't it? It took him a moment to notice the sheets under his body, the warm breeze coming from the window and caressing his skin, the... comfort? Of... someone?

There are fingers between his wavy locks, there is a body against his own and Kel gasps in surprise when his brain registers it's not... an enemy. It's not a monster. The familiar voice sends a shiver down his pine, the blonde locks caress his face and remind him of home. Hero isn't there, but Basil is. Most of his fiends are no longer there, but Basil is still be his side. Basil, sweet Basil that he neglected for so long, he's the one... he's-
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You see me. [His tone carried both desperation and relief at the same time. Basil was there for him- Unlike the man in the dream, unlike his family and- oh, no, he was supposed to be the strong one.] I'm... so sorry. [For not being there when it mattered, for letting him suffer, for being such a pathetic version of himself now that he was also supposed to become stronger... for lying about things that Basil deserved to know. God, he was such a terrible friend.

Shaky hands were raised up around the other's frame, trying to hold him close. It takes him a moment to realize he's sobbing, to notice he's probably covering the poor other man with both tears and snot, but everything is so difficult right now...
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I'm... I'm so glad you're here.

[Such a selfish, selfish person he was.]

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