BasDorcha
Golden Age Dinosaur
Harper's Place
Harper’s pain did not go unnoticed, and it only confirmed what he was thinking – he may have sat her back in her recovery and hindered her healing. The guilt was already starting to eat at his chest as he could see light purple blooming on her skin in various places. It made his eyes sting, wanting to make it disappear. She should not have been okay with it; she really shouldn’t have. As her hand caressed his cheek, he leaned into it, his face relaxing to an almost innocent, boy like look. Her arms coming around him brought him close against her, where he rested his head quietly. It was soothing, being held, in a way he never expected it to be.
He listened as she said she thought she understood their connection, and how dealing with her always seemed easy for him. The snort he gave her was an obvious and playful denial, but he didn’t interrupt her. Pointing out that even now, he likely didn’t feel like he was truly one of the brothers brought a shadow to his face, a sliver of sadness as he didn’t deny it or confirm it. Truth was, he was still an employee that, should be mess up, could be outed and turned away. If Spencer, Alex or Billy did something like that, they’d still have a family – Jeremy had to keep up and be better or he wouldn’t. It was part of the reason he always strived to work so hard, to mess up less, to make the right moves every time.
Looking up, he caught her eyes again, waiting for the rest of what she had to say. She wasn’t wrong, it was commonly and normally said that it was the King Boys and Harper – many saying it simply because Harper was not a boy but it still hurt to feel like you were just tagged on at the end. He remembered a lot of the times, probably more than her, that he had spent time with her because none of the family had time, but he had no where to be. He’d babysit, actually babysit, just to have the company. Whenever he was excluded because the guys were doing something family related, something for ‘just the boys’, he’d drop by with any excuse knowing that Harper would ask him to stay. He couldn’t deny that they had an odd history – part of it feeling like they were family before growing into something deeper and much more mature. He knew it must be a little weird for her but he wouldn’t deny his heart and the chance to love her just because it wasn’t normal.
Feeling her lips on his forehead, he sighed softly realizing she was not going to hear his pleas of avoiding him like that. She tried to point out she would have stopped him, and as much as he wanted to believe her, he knew that if he really had lost himself – the way he had during the night he killed a man from a boxing match – she never could have stopped him. He didn’t say it out loud, there was no point trying to make her understand when it would terrify her from every wanting him to touch her again. She had no clue that the man she had seen was just a part of it, being held back by pure willpower. The monster inside of him wouldn’t care who she was, if he hurt her, he wouldn’t even remember her name if he ever broke all the way – there was no human side to it.
Quietly he swore to himself he would just never let that happen, even if it meant he would have to hurt her by putting distance between them, disappearing, becoming no one. He’d never let himself become that thing with her. “I love you Harper, just remember that always, okay?” He murmured against her lips, holding her close. “No matter what I learn about you, nothing will ever change how I feel. Just promise me if I ever get like that, if I ever get to the point where you don’t feel safe, you’ll do the smart thing and protect yourself. Please.” He stroked her hair out of her face, his thumb moving to stroke her swollen lips before kissing it gently. “You’re more important to me than even my own life, I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt you..”
Bethnal Green, London
Jeremy Gray
Jeremy Gray
Harper’s pain did not go unnoticed, and it only confirmed what he was thinking – he may have sat her back in her recovery and hindered her healing. The guilt was already starting to eat at his chest as he could see light purple blooming on her skin in various places. It made his eyes sting, wanting to make it disappear. She should not have been okay with it; she really shouldn’t have. As her hand caressed his cheek, he leaned into it, his face relaxing to an almost innocent, boy like look. Her arms coming around him brought him close against her, where he rested his head quietly. It was soothing, being held, in a way he never expected it to be.
He listened as she said she thought she understood their connection, and how dealing with her always seemed easy for him. The snort he gave her was an obvious and playful denial, but he didn’t interrupt her. Pointing out that even now, he likely didn’t feel like he was truly one of the brothers brought a shadow to his face, a sliver of sadness as he didn’t deny it or confirm it. Truth was, he was still an employee that, should be mess up, could be outed and turned away. If Spencer, Alex or Billy did something like that, they’d still have a family – Jeremy had to keep up and be better or he wouldn’t. It was part of the reason he always strived to work so hard, to mess up less, to make the right moves every time.
Looking up, he caught her eyes again, waiting for the rest of what she had to say. She wasn’t wrong, it was commonly and normally said that it was the King Boys and Harper – many saying it simply because Harper was not a boy but it still hurt to feel like you were just tagged on at the end. He remembered a lot of the times, probably more than her, that he had spent time with her because none of the family had time, but he had no where to be. He’d babysit, actually babysit, just to have the company. Whenever he was excluded because the guys were doing something family related, something for ‘just the boys’, he’d drop by with any excuse knowing that Harper would ask him to stay. He couldn’t deny that they had an odd history – part of it feeling like they were family before growing into something deeper and much more mature. He knew it must be a little weird for her but he wouldn’t deny his heart and the chance to love her just because it wasn’t normal.
Feeling her lips on his forehead, he sighed softly realizing she was not going to hear his pleas of avoiding him like that. She tried to point out she would have stopped him, and as much as he wanted to believe her, he knew that if he really had lost himself – the way he had during the night he killed a man from a boxing match – she never could have stopped him. He didn’t say it out loud, there was no point trying to make her understand when it would terrify her from every wanting him to touch her again. She had no clue that the man she had seen was just a part of it, being held back by pure willpower. The monster inside of him wouldn’t care who she was, if he hurt her, he wouldn’t even remember her name if he ever broke all the way – there was no human side to it.
Quietly he swore to himself he would just never let that happen, even if it meant he would have to hurt her by putting distance between them, disappearing, becoming no one. He’d never let himself become that thing with her. “I love you Harper, just remember that always, okay?” He murmured against her lips, holding her close. “No matter what I learn about you, nothing will ever change how I feel. Just promise me if I ever get like that, if I ever get to the point where you don’t feel safe, you’ll do the smart thing and protect yourself. Please.” He stroked her hair out of her face, his thumb moving to stroke her swollen lips before kissing it gently. “You’re more important to me than even my own life, I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt you..”
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