Day five submission for Blacksun week ☀️ sorry I've been so off on the posting days, I just got a new job LOL
Warning: mentions of blood
A/N: the quote I chose; "You said I'm a good man," he said. "but i am not that good man. and I am- I am catastrophically in love with you."
Blake scrubs at her nail beds but no matter how soapy she makes the water, she can't get the red to wash away.
Despair bubbles in her throat and she lets out a water groan, scrubbing so hard she has to bite back from the pain. It's his blood under her nails, on her skin, and she can't stand it. Her back aches from her hunched position in the marble tub but she can't stop scrubbing, has to clean herself of his hurt and pain.
"Blake," Sun whispers, and she bobs her head up to see him leaning against the bathroom door. He's shirtless, but his abdomen is covered in gauze, pinpricks of blood seeping through and Blake winces. he had gotten injured for her, taking a hit that had been meant for her skin, not his.
"One sec," She whispers, her eyes dropping back to her hands. Sun stalks to the bathtub, dropping in front of it as his hands bracket her shoulders.
"Enough," Sun mutters, pulling at her naked frame weakly. "stop."
Blake shakes her head because she isn't clean, she'll never be clean. "No. I can't."
"Blake!" Sun exclaims, his normally calm voice morphing into one of anger and it makes her pause. "Stop. just, stop. stop punishing yourself. It wasn't your fault."
"B-but it was," She says through a watery gasp. "I...should have had your back. And i didn't."
Sun moves his hands to her neck and cups her jaw, his grip tender yet firm. "You're a good person, Blake. Do you hear me?"
The water has run cold and it makes Blake shiver, her pruned hands wet as she moves to grab his wrists. "I'm not. But you are."
"Blake," Sun groans with a shake of his head, a sad smile stretching his features. "You say...i'm a good man. But i'm not. Unfortuantly i'm something else entirely."
"what are you?" She asks, her throat tight, fingers digging into the thin skin of his wrists.
Leaning forward, Sun presses his forehead to hers. "I am- catastrophically in love with you."