[ william feels it, the sharp spike of fear, so openly reverberating in their connection. he shifts, instinctively, wordlessly reacting to albert's honesty -- what a strange place this world is, that it would lay bare their deepest feelings and destroy any semblance of masks. william both hates and appreciates it.
his eyes widen briefly, before he presses up close to him, drawn back to his turmoil. william can never turn away from albert, not like this, not when he calls to him so, and william's heart, what's left of it, responds to him. ]
Then I will stay by your side here.
[ he says softly, finally, absorbing the weight of such words, the way albert has found new ways to survive. how new, how it echoes sherlock's plaintive cries for william to find another way. first sherlock, and now albert. william's way had lived out its use, fulfilled what they needed it to, and it's with a bittersweet, eventual acquiescence that he reaches to him. ]
After all, I cannot deny you what you want. We will do it your way, according to your rules and standards. [ he leans up, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his mouth in a bid to quell albert's emotional upheaval, to soothe him as best as he can. after all, had he not been seeing to albert's requests since they had been children? his hand comes to rest over albert's heart now, his gaze flickering down.
wounds of his own making, is it...? if this person can heal albert, then...
he steps closer, fingers curling briefly in the front of his shirt. oh, how he doesn't want to let him go, and yet. ]
[Now the weight of emotion pulls back in William's direction, and Albert can feel how conflicted his brother is. He does love him, deeply and dearly, more than he's ever loved another. Probably more than he ever will love someone else. But Albert is trying so desperately hard to be the man he ought to be, upright and true, instead of the man that their time necessitated.
He knows, somewhere in his heart, that he'll kill again. He hates that he knows this, that he'll never be able to close that book entirely. That he will always have spilled blood, deserved or not. That he will always have taken in equal measure to giving.
As much as he's glad to hear William give him this, it makes his chest ache. Surely this is what William wants, too, isn't it? Peace? Some chance to change things from a different vantage point?
He runs his fingertips along William's cheek, knowing he's said the wrong thing again in invoking another man in his presence after begging a favor. He's taken too much. He ought to be giving William the world, after William delivered it to Louis and himself... no matter what Albert himself did to mar that ending.
His hand curves gently along William's cheek, then slips under his chin to tip his head up.]
Don't speak with such resignation. I missed your fire just as much.
[Kissing him gently on the lips, Albert tries to seal things more kindly.]
[ 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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his eyes widen briefly, before he presses up close to him, drawn back to his turmoil. william can never turn away from albert, not like this, not when he calls to him so, and william's heart, what's left of it, responds to him. ]
Then I will stay by your side here.
[ he says softly, finally, absorbing the weight of such words, the way albert has found new ways to survive. how new, how it echoes sherlock's plaintive cries for william to find another way. first sherlock, and now albert. william's way had lived out its use, fulfilled what they needed it to, and it's with a bittersweet, eventual acquiescence that he reaches to him. ]
After all, I cannot deny you what you want. We will do it your way, according to your rules and standards. [ he leans up, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his mouth in a bid to quell albert's emotional upheaval, to soothe him as best as he can. after all, had he not been seeing to albert's requests since they had been children? his hand comes to rest over albert's heart now, his gaze flickering down.
wounds of his own making, is it...? if this person can heal albert, then...
he steps closer, fingers curling briefly in the front of his shirt. oh, how he doesn't want to let him go, and yet. ]
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He knows, somewhere in his heart, that he'll kill again. He hates that he knows this, that he'll never be able to close that book entirely. That he will always have spilled blood, deserved or not. That he will always have taken in equal measure to giving.
As much as he's glad to hear William give him this, it makes his chest ache. Surely this is what William wants, too, isn't it? Peace? Some chance to change things from a different vantage point?
He runs his fingertips along William's cheek, knowing he's said the wrong thing again in invoking another man in his presence after begging a favor. He's taken too much. He ought to be giving William the world, after William delivered it to Louis and himself... no matter what Albert himself did to mar that ending.
His hand curves gently along William's cheek, then slips under his chin to tip his head up.]
Don't speak with such resignation. I missed your fire just as much.
[Kissing him gently on the lips, Albert tries to seal things more kindly.]
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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. ]