[ here's the thing about killing -- eventually it becomes as easy as breathing, as the weight of it all becomes heavier and heavier. what's one more stain on the red, red of his hands? but then comes death, and a second chance in a new world that doesn't need him or his brand of revolution or justice.
here is a blank slate for william, for them both to find another way. for william, to atone -- for albert, to be the best man he can be, to veer from the path they had taken together. and perhaps, logically, it's all for the best; that path has no place here.
william leans into those gentle fingertips, pensive and contemplative, his mind fixed on the mystery person that had wound himself around albert's heart so. it's new and not pleasant, a development william had never thought he would have to handle, not when albert has always been his. he focuses on albert's roiling thoughts as he feels his chin tipped upwards, the intention to make things up to him before he tightens his hold on his shirt and pulls him close so he can deepen the kiss. ]
Good.
[ albert might try to seal things kindly, as he always does, but william is possessive; letting go of albert is not an option, and he wants to know: are you still mine? ]
[Perhaps it was proof enough that when sufficiently removed from his object of obsession, Albert could learn to walk on his own. But here William stands, close, warm, adored, and Albert's mind blanks of all other thoughts at that kiss. He'll be William's, even when William isn't his any longer. That much is true, and always will be. Perhaps that's what they're keeping from him.
The kiss lingers, deep and passionate and full of the feelings Albert pushed down for his own sake in William's absence. He's told him so many times how much he missed him, how he ached to be near him, how if London was too far then being in another world was absolute torment. The nights he spent alone were devastatingly isolating, and Albert looked forward to mornings because mornings meant people and tasks and distraction. Now he has William again. And he will be forever his, no matter what.]
Don't be foolish, William. You know I adore you. I'm yours until the end, and beyond it.
[He says it more for his own benefit than his brother's.]
[ william muses, a familiar mischievous gleam in his red, red eyes as he regards him with a growing predatory grace. he's pushing him back against the bed, sleekly coming to straddle either side of his thighs. he can feel it, the way albert comes back to him, the intoxicating shine of that familiar obsession he's never felt as vividly until now and here.
this is unhealthy for them both, how william's own possessiveness and mirroring obsession for albert manifests in a distinctly different way. albert remains his, and he intends to keep it that way for as long as he can. of course, he wouldn't begrudge albert his lovers and his flings, but this honest affirmation pleases him.
he leans down to kiss him again, again and again, deep and searching and fiery. tonight, too, speaks of their reconciliation in different ways, and he murmurs against his mouth, sweet and wicked: ]
You're mine, nii-san. I will brand my reminders onto you tonight.
[ he bites down on his bottom lip, hands coming to tug that scarf free less-than-gently. ]
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here is a blank slate for william, for them both to find another way. for william, to atone -- for albert, to be the best man he can be, to veer from the path they had taken together. and perhaps, logically, it's all for the best; that path has no place here.
william leans into those gentle fingertips, pensive and contemplative, his mind fixed on the mystery person that had wound himself around albert's heart so. it's new and not pleasant, a development william had never thought he would have to handle, not when albert has always been his. he focuses on albert's roiling thoughts as he feels his chin tipped upwards, the intention to make things up to him before he tightens his hold on his shirt and pulls him close so he can deepen the kiss. ]
Good.
[ albert might try to seal things kindly, as he always does, but william is possessive; letting go of albert is not an option, and he wants to know: are you still mine? ]
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The kiss lingers, deep and passionate and full of the feelings Albert pushed down for his own sake in William's absence. He's told him so many times how much he missed him, how he ached to be near him, how if London was too far then being in another world was absolute torment. The nights he spent alone were devastatingly isolating, and Albert looked forward to mornings because mornings meant people and tasks and distraction. Now he has William again. And he will be forever his, no matter what.]
Don't be foolish, William. You know I adore you. I'm yours until the end, and beyond it.
[He says it more for his own benefit than his brother's.]
Stay with me until you're satisfied.
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[ william muses, a familiar mischievous gleam in his red, red eyes as he regards him with a growing predatory grace. he's pushing him back against the bed, sleekly coming to straddle either side of his thighs. he can feel it, the way albert comes back to him, the intoxicating shine of that familiar obsession he's never felt as vividly until now and here.
this is unhealthy for them both, how william's own possessiveness and mirroring obsession for albert manifests in a distinctly different way. albert remains his, and he intends to keep it that way for as long as he can. of course, he wouldn't begrudge albert his lovers and his flings, but this honest affirmation pleases him.
he leans down to kiss him again, again and again, deep and searching and fiery. tonight, too, speaks of their reconciliation in different ways, and he murmurs against his mouth, sweet and wicked: ]
You're mine, nii-san. I will brand my reminders onto you tonight.
[ he bites down on his bottom lip, hands coming to tug that scarf free less-than-gently. ]