[ 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...? ]
(He shifts to let Aki settle into him more comfortably and merely comforts him. Rocking gently, brushing his hair, he occasionally whispers or hums soothingly to his lover.
Ah, what a heartwrenching cry and his heart aches and twists for him. While he's seen Aki miserable before, he's never heard him like this and it all makes him wonder...
Undoubtedly, he's been fated to carry a miserable and heavy burden, but how much has this man held back?)
Oh, Aki. Go ahead and cry.
(Contrasting with how desperately he holds onto him, how tightly he keeps him in his embrace, Tsurumaru only leans in gently, nuzzling his face against his, brushing his hair softly.)
[ Aki does cry; he cries until it feels as if he can't do anything else except cry, the tears rolling down his cheeks, hot and pained. He can't do this in front of Denji, can't share it with the other man, has to tuck it away, because hasn't Denji suffered enough?
Hasn't he been through enough?
Agonised, hurt, he grips at Tsurumaru until there's nothing left within him, until the only thing he can do is lean into his lover, holding on, quiet and so, so tired. ]
(His emotions come out in the rawest and one of the most primitive forms of human communication. Not a single word can express how he feels and all this man can do is cry and cry until he exhausts himself.
It's agonizingly long and he wishes so much that he could take it all away. If only he could make it better. If he could save him. When it finally goes silent, he lets the silence settle around them. He listens to shuddering, breaths and feels the way his body shakes in his embrace. When he begins to calm, he leans in and kisses the top of his forehead,)
Come here, love.
(Though he may be lean and seem delicate to all who see him, he's much stronger than he looks. He shifts and slowly, so slowly urges Aki to rise with him. )
Come rest. (And he'll gladly do the heavy lifting. He'll easily guide him over to his bed and set him down upon it,) Close your eyes and rest. No one else is here.
[ Aki goes, because he doesn't have the strength to resist, the strength to do anything except lie down on the bed and reach for Tsurumaru, to lean in to the warm length of his body and cling to what feels the most real to him.
Each brush of his metal arm against his skin has him wincing, feeling uncomfortable and on edge, but it's not the kind of prosthetic he can just take off. It's stuck to him now, and it doesn't elude him just how close to a gun's metallic sheen it actually is.
Instead of saying anything about it, he sighs, reaching out to grip at Tsurumaru's clothing, to hold himself close. ]
I'll - please. Keep me safe. Just a little longer.
(Gently, so gently, he removes Aki's hands from his clothes but he makes sure to keep ahold of him as he settles down and sits next to him. He can play his head on his lap if he would like. Then, Tsurumaru will pull the covers over him, tuck him in carefully. He can't help but laugh softly,)
Why settle for a little when you can have all of my time?
(Running his fingers through his hair and rubbing his tired, heavy shoulders,)
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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...? ]
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Ah, what a heartwrenching cry and his heart aches and twists for him. While he's seen Aki miserable before, he's never heard him like this and it all makes him wonder...
Undoubtedly, he's been fated to carry a miserable and heavy burden, but how much has this man held back?)
Oh, Aki. Go ahead and cry.
(Contrasting with how desperately he holds onto him, how tightly he keeps him in his embrace, Tsurumaru only leans in gently, nuzzling his face against his, brushing his hair softly.)
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Hasn't he been through enough?
Agonised, hurt, he grips at Tsurumaru until there's nothing left within him, until the only thing he can do is lean into his lover, holding on, quiet and so, so tired. ]
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It's agonizingly long and he wishes so much that he could take it all away. If only he could make it better. If he could save him. When it finally goes silent, he lets the silence settle around them. He listens to shuddering, breaths and feels the way his body shakes in his embrace. When he begins to calm, he leans in and kisses the top of his forehead,)
Come here, love.
(Though he may be lean and seem delicate to all who see him, he's much stronger than he looks. He shifts and slowly, so slowly urges Aki to rise with him. )
Come rest. (And he'll gladly do the heavy lifting. He'll easily guide him over to his bed and set him down upon it,) Close your eyes and rest. No one else is here.
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Each brush of his metal arm against his skin has him wincing, feeling uncomfortable and on edge, but it's not the kind of prosthetic he can just take off. It's stuck to him now, and it doesn't elude him just how close to a gun's metallic sheen it actually is.
Instead of saying anything about it, he sighs, reaching out to grip at Tsurumaru's clothing, to hold himself close. ]
I'll - please. Keep me safe. Just a little longer.
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Why settle for a little when you can have all of my time?
(Running his fingers through his hair and rubbing his tired, heavy shoulders,)
You're safe with me. I'll protect you.
(Stroking, brushing, rubbing, caring,)
Go to sleep, go to sleep...