[When the Goblin wakes, it's with a start - eyes glowing softly as the magic some part of him was using recedes. This isn't the first time he's had this dream, all fire and blood and damnation....
But it is the first time he hasn't woken up alone.
'Dearest.'
The softly spoken word lands on him hard, echoing back from years ago, from another pair of strong arms that never got to hold him this way -
He looks at Vicious, wide-eyed, looking for a moment less like an ancient predator and more like a scared young man. (Something about that look is - how could it be familiar?)
And then...shuddering, he reaches out to wrap his arms around the Shade, burying his face against soft white hair. He has no idea what Vicious had seen. He can still hear his son screaming for him.]
My Knight.
I-
I'm-
[A knot in his throat chokes him, and he sobs again. His voice is so different when he murmurs again, so quiet.]
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Date: 2023-02-22 11:08 am (UTC)But it is the first time he hasn't woken up alone.
'Dearest.'
The softly spoken word lands on him hard, echoing back from years ago, from another pair of strong arms that never got to hold him this way -
He looks at Vicious, wide-eyed, looking for a moment less like an ancient predator and more like a scared young man. (Something about that look is - how could it be familiar?)
And then...shuddering, he reaches out to wrap his arms around the Shade, burying his face against soft white hair. He has no idea what Vicious had seen. He can still hear his son screaming for him.]
My Knight.
I-
I'm-
[A knot in his throat chokes him, and he sobs again. His voice is so different when he murmurs again, so quiet.]
...You stayed.