[ william can read him, the things he doesn't say, even if there are no words for it. he wonders, then, if that was what happened -- that in william's absence, albert's heart had given up. after all, william's machinations were meant to absolve albert and louis of wrongdoing and bloodshed; that louis seems much more self-sufficient and independent now, polished, sturdy and commanding, points to a clear absence of albert, as well.
his brows knit as his chest tightens, and this time william doesn't hesitate as he rises and acquiesces, albert's words imprinted in his heart, his mind. first love, he had said, and he remembers the church, the first time they had met.
he regrets, now, the pain he will inevitably cause him. he says nothing as he joins him in bed, this time from the front as he climbs in, taking care to keep the covers properly over them both. he leans forward now, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, the first of a thousand quiet apologies. ]
We have never lost anyone that mattered.
[ he says quietly, acknowledging -- and how this first cut must be the deepest for him, the bitter taste of grief. he tucks himself into his brother's arms as his own comes to wind around him, sharing his own body heat, his comfort, the best way he knows how. william doesn't want to think about how he, too, will be gone from albert. ]
I love you. [ he nuzzles him, closing his eyes. ] I'm sorry.
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his brows knit as his chest tightens, and this time william doesn't hesitate as he rises and acquiesces, albert's words imprinted in his heart, his mind. first love, he had said, and he remembers the church, the first time they had met.
he regrets, now, the pain he will inevitably cause him. he says nothing as he joins him in bed, this time from the front as he climbs in, taking care to keep the covers properly over them both. he leans forward now, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, the first of a thousand quiet apologies. ]
We have never lost anyone that mattered.
[ he says quietly, acknowledging -- and how this first cut must be the deepest for him, the bitter taste of grief. he tucks himself into his brother's arms as his own comes to wind around him, sharing his own body heat, his comfort, the best way he knows how. william doesn't want to think about how he, too, will be gone from albert. ]
I love you. [ he nuzzles him, closing his eyes. ] I'm sorry.