unprompted // @visvivae said :
wordlessly, canary emerges from the shadows before heading straight to reaver &. pulling him in for a tight embrace.
EVERY ALARM BELL SHOULD HAVE BEEN RINGING, danger rising from the darkness, a natural enemy to the human mind. but in the time that they have learned each other's habits, discovered some extent of what their powers stretch to, the boy who had been so afraid of everyone, convinced that they were all out to get him, had yearned for the bone chilling cold of a being that preferred the shadows, a man never afforded a normal life & could tear into the hacker, rip him to shreds if he so desired.
reaver would welcome it, an end brought about by the only person he wants to witness him, see him, give him attention. his eyes shut before any sort of contact, anticipating death's sweet embrace but he is instead met by strong arms that only tenderly collected him in bed after his body had been run ragged, thoroughly used, or when he accidentally climbed into the other's lap, curious as to what intel he had garnered.
his face pressed against canary's chest found comfort in the familiar spot. arms soon wrapped around middle, stretching as much as he could reach to pull himself closer. if he made a comment to say how much he enjoys this, would the assassin pull away ? would he deny xinyu one simple pleasure in life that he had desperately need ? how pathetic of him, assuming that someone like this could even care about his life in such a manner. living or dying, breathing or gasping ⸻ canary claimed to enjoy his presence, implored the hacker to continue on, but did he mean any bit of it ?
tears, salty & warm clung to fabric, staining as they rolled away. they are far too close for him to breath with a stuffy nose but showing such weakness feels wrong, not because he does not trust his partner in crime but because he can already hear the deep timbre chastising him, scrutinizing the vulnerability.
it is not his fault. he cannot control it. his hold tightens as he lifts his head, chin careful not to dig into sternum, reaver looks up through thick, long lashes, steely grey damp with unshed tears.
