Pantlas Week Day #5: Angst
Silas and Panto got their happy ending, but at a price.
Itās easy to forget, sometimes, when theyāre ruling side by side, watching over their kingdom, their children, sharing in this perfect world theyāve built together. Thereās no reason to be afraid now, they know this.
But that doesnāt stop Silas waking in a cold sweat when the sound of roaring, rattling gunfire echoes in his dreams. Doesnāt stop the panic, the shortness of breath when for a long, agonising moment he can feel every point of impact from those bullets- thereās not a scar to be found, but their placement is engraved in his memory.
When Pantoās hands find him, pull him in close and stroke his hair, he can feel it there, too. Cold, clammy, shaking. Itās strange, how often their nightmares seem to coincide. Or maybe not, considering how much theyāve shared- sometimes it feels like theyāre just two halves or a whole.
For Panto, itās more than a sound or a feeling- itās an image. An image of Silas, riddled with dark, angry wounds, collapsing to the ground. Of their hands, reaching out to one another, but never quite making it. Never quite finding each other. He travelled so far, saw so much, found his way back to his love and then, when all was nearly right with the worldā¦
As Silas is catching his breath, Panto is crying into his shoulder. And thereās little either of them can do beside just hold on tight, to each other, to warmth and safety, to what they have now. Sometimes it helps, to remind themselves of what they have.
Sometimes, though, it just reminds them what they had to lose.
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