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TDIR: Later Is Not Now
Fandom: The Dark Is Rising
Pairing: Will/Bran
Warnings: Angst, sap
Rating: PG
Summary: One day, this will hurt. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Will watches Bran sleep.
He feels like the luckiest creature on earth. He never thought he'd have this. From the moment he was conceived, he was a creature set apart; from the moment the sign burned into his arm, he understood it. From the moment Merriman left, he knew he was alone.
It's a strange pleasure to wake next to Bran, to know that -- for now, at least -- he has this. To know that there is someone on earth who knows him down to his bones, even if he doesn't know it, someone who loves him despite his strangeness, despite the difference that even ordinary humans can feel. It's a pleasure that hurts, too, because he knows he has to lose it.
But there are mornings when he doesn't think of that at all, when all he knows is the warmth and strength and humanity of Bran's body, the softness of his touch, the depth of his love. There are mornings that cast their own kind of spell. There are mornings when he just watches Bran sleep, like this, and he knows all the pain that comes later will be worth it for this.
He runs his fingers through Bran's hair, watches him stirring slowly to wakefulness. It will hurt, later.
But later is not now.
Pairing: Will/Bran
Warnings: Angst, sap
Rating: PG
Summary: One day, this will hurt. For
20_est_relships.Will watches Bran sleep.
He feels like the luckiest creature on earth. He never thought he'd have this. From the moment he was conceived, he was a creature set apart; from the moment the sign burned into his arm, he understood it. From the moment Merriman left, he knew he was alone.
It's a strange pleasure to wake next to Bran, to know that -- for now, at least -- he has this. To know that there is someone on earth who knows him down to his bones, even if he doesn't know it, someone who loves him despite his strangeness, despite the difference that even ordinary humans can feel. It's a pleasure that hurts, too, because he knows he has to lose it.
But there are mornings when he doesn't think of that at all, when all he knows is the warmth and strength and humanity of Bran's body, the softness of his touch, the depth of his love. There are mornings that cast their own kind of spell. There are mornings when he just watches Bran sleep, like this, and he knows all the pain that comes later will be worth it for this.
He runs his fingers through Bran's hair, watches him stirring slowly to wakefulness. It will hurt, later.
But later is not now.
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