icedthemoon
you are not alone | no one is alone
Nathaniel Matthews, Carlos Price, Asher McCoy, Ezekiel Finch, Theophilus Sharpe, and Emmett Adler (and the Smith Clan)
Former Firefly, Aspiring Artist, Former Hunter, Former Seraphite, Former WLF, Former Firefly | 21, 25, 32, 29, 25, 24 | Current location ;; Wyoming
Asher was bad with his words. He always had been and he had a feeling that he always would be. This was a truth that he could not and would not deny. There was no reason to do so. He knew himself well enough at this point, or at least he should after so long. He was old enough by now to realize his own faults. He thought he had it all worked out. He thought that he knew what he was doing. He thought. But the broken voice reached up and grabbed at his throat. That hand reached up for him, and he realized the mistake that he had made in not explaining his actions. In trying to do something that only he understood. It took all of his willpower not to shatter. He grabbed the hand and brought it to his chest as he lowered down to the ground. “You aren’t.” He was on his knees for only long enough to look into those sad eyes. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.” On the floor of this closet they were going to leave, he did what it wanted to do for a long time, but couldn’t. He pushed Jordan back against the wall as he crawled into his lap and wrapped himself around his partner. Covering him. Shielding him from everything else. Every horror that haunted his love. He wanted to leave nothing uncovered even though that was impossible. “I’m right here with you.”
Ezekiel loved how modest and humble Alex was. It was probably one of his favorite things about the man. The fact that his brother never lost that part of himself was wonderful to see. He grinned. “A month? Yes, I can see how that must have been hard.” He shook his head. “It took me how long? Far longer than a month. Though I do wish I could have been exactly that, watching your own love play out. Rooting for you as always.” He sighed.
Former Firefly, Aspiring Artist, Former Hunter, Former Seraphite, Former WLF, Former Firefly | 21, 25, 32, 29, 25, 24 | Current location ;; Wyoming
Asher was bad with his words. He always had been and he had a feeling that he always would be. This was a truth that he could not and would not deny. There was no reason to do so. He knew himself well enough at this point, or at least he should after so long. He was old enough by now to realize his own faults. He thought he had it all worked out. He thought that he knew what he was doing. He thought. But the broken voice reached up and grabbed at his throat. That hand reached up for him, and he realized the mistake that he had made in not explaining his actions. In trying to do something that only he understood. It took all of his willpower not to shatter. He grabbed the hand and brought it to his chest as he lowered down to the ground. “You aren’t.” He was on his knees for only long enough to look into those sad eyes. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.” On the floor of this closet they were going to leave, he did what it wanted to do for a long time, but couldn’t. He pushed Jordan back against the wall as he crawled into his lap and wrapped himself around his partner. Covering him. Shielding him from everything else. Every horror that haunted his love. He wanted to leave nothing uncovered even though that was impossible. “I’m right here with you.”
Ezekiel loved how modest and humble Alex was. It was probably one of his favorite things about the man. The fact that his brother never lost that part of himself was wonderful to see. He grinned. “A month? Yes, I can see how that must have been hard.” He shook his head. “It took me how long? Far longer than a month. Though I do wish I could have been exactly that, watching your own love play out. Rooting for you as always.” He sighed.