[ Aki all but climbs into his lap, all but burrows himself in the warmth, the sanctuary of Tsurumaru's arms. There are things he wants to do, wants to ask, but he cannot do it; he fears what might happen at the touch of the gun, if he were to see Makima again, all of it.
He's afraid, he's so afraid.
Leaning in, the tears roll down his cheeks, and he sobs, broken and sad, crying until his voice is hoarse. Until his throat can barely keep words in motion, fingers gripping at his lover with all that he has.
Never letting go. They'll never let go.
As long as you live, Tsuru says, but isn't Aki already dead...? ]
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He's afraid, he's so afraid.
Leaning in, the tears roll down his cheeks, and he sobs, broken and sad, crying until his voice is hoarse. Until his throat can barely keep words in motion, fingers gripping at his lover with all that he has.
Never letting go. They'll never let go.
As long as you live, Tsuru says, but isn't Aki already dead...? ]