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Touch Starved Meme // not accepting // @redriict
A gentle breeze will never compare to the slick gales of wind from riding dragonback. The years continue to pass and still it is impossible to forget the memory of his dragon. The darkness that once plagued this world has been defeated and peace is once again known throughout the lands, but Katsuki only feels bitterness and sorrow.
The ballads created in their honor speak of young heroes with many defining attributes. An exalted prince, a honorable knight, a courageous mage, a peasant with a legendary sword, and a ferocious dragonrider. With his dragon gone from this world what has Katsuki become? To him, just a hero who has yet to feel the victory of war.
Without closing his eyes Katsuki can return to the battlefield and see the disgusting faces of every monster he cut open with his blade. The memories alone can manifest a ghost pain throbbing in the middle of his chest, exactly where the lance pierced his dragon, and he can feel again the droplets of her blood fall upon the battlefield like thick summer rain. He can feel the tremble of the earth when she fell from the skies and hear her dying roar—her dying cries for him. He can live it all again at the slightest word, the slightest breeze. The grief is always there in his heart ready to pour out in tears or cries of anguish.
Arms come around him and Katsuki is held together tightly to sooth the ache in his heart just enough to dry the tears and open his lungs for a deep inhale since his sorrow nearly drowned him where he stood. How Eijiro can sense the change in the blonde even at the late hours of the night is almost, or at least Katsuki believes, a magical ability.
Katsuki easily surrenders to the redhead’s comforting embrace and Eijiro lays his head atop of Katsuki’s shoulder. The touch brings him to the present world that they and their comrades created in blood and tears; Eijiro brings Katsuki back to the room they share, they home they made.
Katsuki sighs and turns his head to look over his shoulder at the other.
“I thought you said you sleep like a rock…”