Re: Lakeside night: Seven/Liam
It would be so much easier if he could just let Seven hear that jumble of thoughts that was filling up his head right then. The fear, the anxiety, the absolute terror of what would happen when that thread finally snapped and his tenuous hold on this world was finally released. The words were there, at the tip of his tongue, but voicing them felt like giving reality to them, as though it would shorten his time there just by saying it aloud.
Eyelashes fluttered against the bone-pale of his cheek with the press against his temple, and all he wanted was to stay right there. Let this moment extend out into eternity, both of them there with nothing else to worry about. It was a futile wish, and Liam knew it, even as he let out a ragged breath, pressing in to the lean of Seven's head. As hard as it was to voice his worries, his fears, Liam also knew that it had to be done; leaving it all unsaid was only going to cause more pain.
"I feel like I'm fading away. That I'm going to disappear. That even this will be impossible." His voice caught on the last syllable and his hands tightened slightly, fingertips pressing, grasping. "I feel it happening, and I'm terrified. There's less of me every day. Night. Moment." Blue eyes dragged open, and he licked lips that had gone dry, silent for several moments before he could stand to speak again.
"Will you miss me? When I'm gone?" It came out as a half-sob, a choke in his throat as he slid those cold hands back and back, winding around Seven's neck to draw him closer again, cheek to cheek. "I don't want you to forget me, Seven. Promise me. Promise me that." It was just a whisper, pleading and desperate.