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TDIR: Resolution
Fandom: The Dark Is Rising
Pairing: Will/Bran
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Will makes a promise to himself. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fic_on_demand.
When Will sees Bran, he's going to kiss him. He's fed up of -- well, of hiding behind excuses. It's so easy to say that he can't get involved with Bran because Bran will die and he can't, easy to say that it won't work because Bran has lost all the memories that tied them together. He can't live his life completely alone -- even Merriman had close friends, in his time; Hawkin and Gwion and the Drew family -- and though Bran has forgotten, he never will. He can remember for both of them, the memories all the more precious because they are so long treasured and so tightly locked away in his mind.
Yes; next time he's going to kiss Bran the first chance he gets. Of course, not in front of Owen -- he can just imagine how well that would go down, as in, not well at all -- but the first time they're alone together, and none of that waiting around for the right time. There are right times when it comes to affairs of the Light, yes, but when it comes to kissing one's best friend, no. Any time is just as bad or good as another.
There's a part of him that's ready for the worst, ready for Bran to push him away and say that no, no, he doesn't want that, never thought about Will that way. Will's ready for that, too. A horrible little voice deep inside him is ready to just wipe Bran's memory clean, but another part of him says that Bran has lost enough, that the memory of one kiss surely couldn't come between the bond they have now despite it all.
Keeping the resolution in mind when he's on the train isn't hard at all. He can think of nothing else, in fact, staring down at his book and trying not to think about it. After all, he tells himself half-angrily, the first time he sees Bran will be in a train station. Not the best place to kiss him completely out of the blue.
Will looks out of the window as the train pulls into the station. Bran is standing there, an unfamiliar anxious look on his face replacing years of built-up arrogance. For a moment Will wonders -- but he couldn't be, could he?
Apparently, Will finds, when Bran's arms are tight around him and Bran's lips against his, yes, yes, he could be.
Pairing: Will/Bran
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Will makes a promise to himself. For
fic_on_demand.When Will sees Bran, he's going to kiss him. He's fed up of -- well, of hiding behind excuses. It's so easy to say that he can't get involved with Bran because Bran will die and he can't, easy to say that it won't work because Bran has lost all the memories that tied them together. He can't live his life completely alone -- even Merriman had close friends, in his time; Hawkin and Gwion and the Drew family -- and though Bran has forgotten, he never will. He can remember for both of them, the memories all the more precious because they are so long treasured and so tightly locked away in his mind.
Yes; next time he's going to kiss Bran the first chance he gets. Of course, not in front of Owen -- he can just imagine how well that would go down, as in, not well at all -- but the first time they're alone together, and none of that waiting around for the right time. There are right times when it comes to affairs of the Light, yes, but when it comes to kissing one's best friend, no. Any time is just as bad or good as another.
There's a part of him that's ready for the worst, ready for Bran to push him away and say that no, no, he doesn't want that, never thought about Will that way. Will's ready for that, too. A horrible little voice deep inside him is ready to just wipe Bran's memory clean, but another part of him says that Bran has lost enough, that the memory of one kiss surely couldn't come between the bond they have now despite it all.
Keeping the resolution in mind when he's on the train isn't hard at all. He can think of nothing else, in fact, staring down at his book and trying not to think about it. After all, he tells himself half-angrily, the first time he sees Bran will be in a train station. Not the best place to kiss him completely out of the blue.
Will looks out of the window as the train pulls into the station. Bran is standing there, an unfamiliar anxious look on his face replacing years of built-up arrogance. For a moment Will wonders -- but he couldn't be, could he?
Apparently, Will finds, when Bran's arms are tight around him and Bran's lips against his, yes, yes, he could be.