TDIR: Know You By Heart
Fandom: The Dark is Rising
Main characters: Bran, Will
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: Will/Bran
Contains: Sap
Rating: G
Summary: In a way, this is easy. In another way, it's the hardest thing he's ever done. For![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
darthanne.
In a way, it's easy. Bran doesn't know why but it's always felt like something that was meant to happen -- the two of them, together, lives colliding and tangling. His first memories of Will have gone blurry with time, but he does remember the feeling. Like coming home, like meeting an old friend who knows you by heart, like meeting a new person who turns out to be your soulmate, like...
In a way, it's hard. Because they're so close, so right, Bran's so afraid to lose it. His throat is tight, his heart constricted, thumping away erratically in his chest.
He's pretty sure it's going to happen anyway, dithering aside. For a start, they're barely inches apart now, so close that he can feel Will's breath soft and warm on his face, so he can almost feel the heat of Will's body.
For another thing, Will is reaching up, hesitating for a moment longer and then finally, finally touching him, sliding his fingers into his hair and pulling him closer, closer.
The clock ticks closer and closer to midnight, and for a moment they hold the tableau.
Bran takes a deep breath. "Can you wait?"
"No," Will says, and he doesn't even sound nervous. Bran's beyond nervous now, flying high, his heart racing, dizzy with the feel of Will's body even closer to his than it was before. He closes the distance entirely, pressing against Will, kisses him -- kisses him -- and for a long, long moment he's aware of nothing else in the world but Will's body under his hands, Will's lips under his.
"Happy New Year," he says, feeling giddy, crazy, starving for more of that touch.
Will doesn't reply, not in words.
Main characters: Bran, Will
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: Will/Bran
Contains: Sap
Rating: G
Summary: In a way, this is easy. In another way, it's the hardest thing he's ever done. For
darthanne.In a way, it's easy. Bran doesn't know why but it's always felt like something that was meant to happen -- the two of them, together, lives colliding and tangling. His first memories of Will have gone blurry with time, but he does remember the feeling. Like coming home, like meeting an old friend who knows you by heart, like meeting a new person who turns out to be your soulmate, like...
In a way, it's hard. Because they're so close, so right, Bran's so afraid to lose it. His throat is tight, his heart constricted, thumping away erratically in his chest.
He's pretty sure it's going to happen anyway, dithering aside. For a start, they're barely inches apart now, so close that he can feel Will's breath soft and warm on his face, so he can almost feel the heat of Will's body.
For another thing, Will is reaching up, hesitating for a moment longer and then finally, finally touching him, sliding his fingers into his hair and pulling him closer, closer.
The clock ticks closer and closer to midnight, and for a moment they hold the tableau.
Bran takes a deep breath. "Can you wait?"
"No," Will says, and he doesn't even sound nervous. Bran's beyond nervous now, flying high, his heart racing, dizzy with the feel of Will's body even closer to his than it was before. He closes the distance entirely, pressing against Will, kisses him -- kisses him -- and for a long, long moment he's aware of nothing else in the world but Will's body under his hands, Will's lips under his.
"Happy New Year," he says, feeling giddy, crazy, starving for more of that touch.
Will doesn't reply, not in words.
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