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TDIR: Splendid Isolation
Fandom: The Dark Is Rising
Pairing: Will/Bran
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: The Corona Borealis is bright above. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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The stars are bright, away from the town. Will flops back in the grass, next to Bran, raising his eyes to the stars. It's a warm July night, and the Corona Borealis is bright above them, and that makes longing gather thick in his throat, a painful thing. He tears his eyes away from that part of the sky.
"You've got that look again," Bran says, softly. "Tell me why."
Will closes his eyes. "I'm lonely," he says, and trusts Bran to understand what he means -- that he's not lonely, not right now with Bran beside him, but that there's something bigger, something that surrounds the rest of his life and keeps him separate from everyone. Bran understands that, even if he no longer has the deeper understanding of Will that he once had.
Bran says nothing. Will takes a deep breath.
"Bran?"
"I'm here," Bran says, and suddenly he's taking Will's hand, his skin startlingly warm. "I just don't know what to say. I'm here, though."
Will squeezes his eyes tighter shut. "I know," he says, and rolls toward Bran, stilling holding onto his hand, so he's half on top of him, looking down at his face. Bran's eyes are closed. He's smiling softly. Will feels like he can't breathe.
Bran cracks an eye open. "This is the moment when you're meant to kiss me," he says, smirking. "Just in case you needed help."
"Arrogant..." Will can't think of what he meant to say, so he just does as he's told.
Pairing: Will/Bran
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: The Corona Borealis is bright above. For
fic_on_demand.The stars are bright, away from the town. Will flops back in the grass, next to Bran, raising his eyes to the stars. It's a warm July night, and the Corona Borealis is bright above them, and that makes longing gather thick in his throat, a painful thing. He tears his eyes away from that part of the sky.
"You've got that look again," Bran says, softly. "Tell me why."
Will closes his eyes. "I'm lonely," he says, and trusts Bran to understand what he means -- that he's not lonely, not right now with Bran beside him, but that there's something bigger, something that surrounds the rest of his life and keeps him separate from everyone. Bran understands that, even if he no longer has the deeper understanding of Will that he once had.
Bran says nothing. Will takes a deep breath.
"Bran?"
"I'm here," Bran says, and suddenly he's taking Will's hand, his skin startlingly warm. "I just don't know what to say. I'm here, though."
Will squeezes his eyes tighter shut. "I know," he says, and rolls toward Bran, stilling holding onto his hand, so he's half on top of him, looking down at his face. Bran's eyes are closed. He's smiling softly. Will feels like he can't breathe.
Bran cracks an eye open. "This is the moment when you're meant to kiss me," he says, smirking. "Just in case you needed help."
"Arrogant..." Will can't think of what he meant to say, so he just does as he's told.