Credence/graves - reunion kiss
Affection meme
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Credence stared up at a cloudy sky. The air around him was quiet and cold against his cheeks. There were steamy wisps of black flickering in his peripheral vision -- wavering like dark flames burning at the photograph of the world. He tried to move some part of him, but as far as he could tell, he had no fingers, no toes. With the exception of his face and perhaps the bit of his torso that held his increasingly panicked heart, he was still a large, writhing mass of darkness.
“H--” His breath rattled in his lungs. He squeezed his eyes shut and felt tears track like ice into his hairline. “H-- Help...”
He heard footsteps and twisted to look. What he saw made him freeze.
“No,” he croaked. “You’re not--”
A pair of hands came to rest on either of Credence’s cheeks, thumbs brushing way tears. Above him, Mister Graves’ face was wavering and blurry, but definitively the same as Credence remembered from their first meeting -- darkly handsome, worry creasing his brows, his full mouth shaping Credence’s name and--
“There you are.”
Credence turned into the warmth of Mister Graves’ palm. ”You’re dead,” he whispered.
“No, no, no,” Mister Graves said. “I’m as alive as you are.”
“I’m dead,” Credence argued. He remembered -- quite vividly -- being torn apart in the subway system under New York.
“Not at all,” Mister Graves said, leaning closer.
Credence sucked in a terrified breath as Mister Graves pressed their lips together. The kiss lingered softly, and Credence trembled against the feel of it, the promise of it. It was too real -- too much -- but thankfully Mister Graves released him from it.
“You see?” Mister Graves asked. “All is well.”
Credence sank into the truth of that last statement with a sigh. “Yes, Mister Graves.”
