"And I, You"
imma just make this up as I go along idk what it's gonna be.. imma try writing kit fluff
THIS IS FLUFF!!
i was waiting outside the asylum, far enough away that they couldn't see me from the windows. i was waiting for my boyfriend, kit. last year he was kidnapped by the police after they pinned a collection of murders on him. i was with him every night that all these women were killed but they didn't believe me because I was in love with him. i felt utterly useless.
last week a little girl pranced up the steps of my porch and gave me an envelope. "from your love." she said and began giggling and running away. I thought it was strange but when the letter said it was from Kit I lost it. he said he was coming the next week. so here I am. waiting for my love, outside of the asylum.
i was wearing something to cover my face but nothing that would make anyone suspicious. i looked around, scanning the area to see if he was out yet. "wren?" he called in a whisper. i spun around. "Kit?" i said, just barely recognizing him under all the bruises. "oh my god what did they do to you?" I said, running up to him and touching his face. he winced under my touch. "lets go home. its not safe here for us." he said and he took my hand and led me home.
when we got home i stopped just before we walked through the front door and pulled him in for a kiss. it was soft. i was trying to be as gentle as i could so i wouldn't hurt him. i felt his warm tears hit my cheek. "i missed you so much." he sobbed quietly. "and i, you." I said, smiling.
we went inside and he stopped at the door. "it looks the same." he smiled. "i didnt want to overwhelm you with anything so I did my best to not change anything." I said, taking off my coat and hanging it up. "its getting late, honey. come shower." i said, walking into the bathroom and starting the warm bath.
"what happened in there?" I asked as he sat in the water. "they kept everyone in a daze, drugged. One song on repeat from the day i got there, until today." he said, hugging his knees. something sinister happened. i rubbed a soap soaked sponge on his back. "that sounds terrible." I scrunched my face. "who gave you these bruises, babe?" i asked. "the guards." he sobbed. "i saw your back was bruised. and you had half healed wounds on the backs of your thighs." i said. "they w-whipped us when we broke the rules." he cried. i quietly gasped and dropped my arms. a single tear rolling down my face. "nothings gonna hurt you now." I assured him, rubbing his back.
i dipped the sponge in the water and wrung it out over his back. "im gonna go get a cup from the kitchen. i'll be right back." I said as i got up off the step latter and walked to the kitchen. on my way back with the cup in my hands I looked at a picture i had on the wall and i picked it off and brought it with me to the bathroom. kit was soaking his face.
"hey, remember this?" i asked and handed it to him as i sat back down. he smiled softly and looked deep into the photo. "the first time we went to san Francisco. the first time i told you that i loved you." he recalled. i giggled. "i remember when you gave me my ring." i said and showed him my hand. i was still wearing the sterling silver owl ring around my ring finger. it was a promise ring. "i promise to stay faithful and love you for always and forever." i quoted him. "And I, You." he quoted me.
it was something i always said. at first he thought that it was something i said to avoid the actual words. but i assured him that it was a way i could say what i meant without explanation. he understood that it was more meaningful. he recognized that i only ever said that to him.
he got out of the tub and put on fresh clothes. "are you hungry? i can make you something before we get in bed." i asked. he looked at me hesitantly. "i'll eat with you." i said, putting my hand in his. he smiled and we walked into the kitchen.
he sat down at the table. "we have enough to make a salad or a sandwich." i said, looking into the fridge. "anything. im okay with anything, really." he said looking back at me. i nodded and started making us the sandwiches.
i sat down, handing him his plate. he scarfed it down like he hadnt eaten in days. "Kit when was the last time you ate?" i asked almost in a panic. "um yesterday morning." he admit. "god. im never letting you out of my sight." i said. “i think it’d be best to leave. they’ll be looking for me here.” he said, i nodded and watched him eat partly in anger and sympathy. my love was abused, deprived of his basic necessities and niceties. "here you can have my sandwich. i ate before i picked you up." i said sliding the plate toward him.
soon we crawled into bed. i laid on his chest as he ran his hand through my hair. "you're such a beautiful soul, Kit Walker. and i love you" i said. "And i, You." he uttered as we both drifted to sleep in each others arms.
