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TDIR: Over Again
Fandom: The Dark Is Rising
Pairing: Will/Bran
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: A rainy day, and another mistake made. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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"Oh," Bran said, when he opened the door. "It's you again."
Will nodded, silently. Behind him the rain came down hard: he was soaked, his hair in his eyes, his skin clammy to the touch. Bran drew him inside without another word, though the look on his face was tight, tense. Will didn't say anything as Bran handed him a towel -- wrapped himself up in a bathrobe Bran found for him without once opening his mouth to explain or even excuse.
"I told you not to come again," Bran said, quietly. He was making tea, his movements jerky, his eyes not always on his task. "I asked you not to come again. Last time -- "
"I'm sorry," Will said, speaking for the first time. He was staring down at his hands. "I -- couldn't keep away."
"Still not ready to tell me anything?"
"I can't, Bran," Will said, and his voice came thick with misery. Bran didn't say anything more: he finished making the tea, putting the cup into Will's cold hands and helping him curl his fingers around it -- and then pulling away swiftly as if it hurt him to touch. He retreated to the chair at the other side of the room, curling up, watching Will always, through his eyelashes, over the rim of his cup.
He could hear the soft patter of the rain outside, still.
It was Will who broke the relative silence, leaning forward to put his cup down with a little click. "I do love you," he said to Bran, who wouldn't quite meet his eyes. "I do."
"But you won't ever tell me anything."
"I can't, Bran."
"And you always leave. This time won't be any different." Bran took another sip of his tea and then set it aside, looking at Will, something suddenly more alive in his face. "If you would -- if you would just promise you won't hide anything -- "
Will shook his head, getting up and padding over to Bran. He knelt down before him before he said anything, and his hand, warmed by holding the hot tea, rested on Bran's knee, warm even through the denim of his jeans. "I do always leave. But I'm here for now. We can -- "
"It'll hurt," Bran said, harshly, starting to pull away.
Will was looking at his face, sad and vulnerable and lonely, and Bran wondered why he ever tried to say no. "Yes," he said, softly, "it always does."
"Oh, come here," he said, tiredly, and leaned down as Will leaned up, putting a hand behind his head and tangling his fingers in soft wet hair. And it felt good, for that moment, to surrender, to trust -- as it always did.
Pairing: Will/Bran
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: A rainy day, and another mistake made. For
20_est_relships."Oh," Bran said, when he opened the door. "It's you again."
Will nodded, silently. Behind him the rain came down hard: he was soaked, his hair in his eyes, his skin clammy to the touch. Bran drew him inside without another word, though the look on his face was tight, tense. Will didn't say anything as Bran handed him a towel -- wrapped himself up in a bathrobe Bran found for him without once opening his mouth to explain or even excuse.
"I told you not to come again," Bran said, quietly. He was making tea, his movements jerky, his eyes not always on his task. "I asked you not to come again. Last time -- "
"I'm sorry," Will said, speaking for the first time. He was staring down at his hands. "I -- couldn't keep away."
"Still not ready to tell me anything?"
"I can't, Bran," Will said, and his voice came thick with misery. Bran didn't say anything more: he finished making the tea, putting the cup into Will's cold hands and helping him curl his fingers around it -- and then pulling away swiftly as if it hurt him to touch. He retreated to the chair at the other side of the room, curling up, watching Will always, through his eyelashes, over the rim of his cup.
He could hear the soft patter of the rain outside, still.
It was Will who broke the relative silence, leaning forward to put his cup down with a little click. "I do love you," he said to Bran, who wouldn't quite meet his eyes. "I do."
"But you won't ever tell me anything."
"I can't, Bran."
"And you always leave. This time won't be any different." Bran took another sip of his tea and then set it aside, looking at Will, something suddenly more alive in his face. "If you would -- if you would just promise you won't hide anything -- "
Will shook his head, getting up and padding over to Bran. He knelt down before him before he said anything, and his hand, warmed by holding the hot tea, rested on Bran's knee, warm even through the denim of his jeans. "I do always leave. But I'm here for now. We can -- "
"It'll hurt," Bran said, harshly, starting to pull away.
Will was looking at his face, sad and vulnerable and lonely, and Bran wondered why he ever tried to say no. "Yes," he said, softly, "it always does."
"Oh, come here," he said, tiredly, and leaned down as Will leaned up, putting a hand behind his head and tangling his fingers in soft wet hair. And it felt good, for that moment, to surrender, to trust -- as it always did.
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very poignant *Hugs both of them *
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Today, I should try very, very hard to write them being happy. xD