nicky (anothercrusade) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2020-09-10 08:41:00 |
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There was a hole in his heart, going through him entirely, so wide and gaping that he imagined you should be able to see right through him to the other side. That was the place where Joe belonged and without him here, Nicky was lost. The last time he was away from Joe for this long it was the 11th century and they were on opposing sides of a crusade. Nicky found himself thinking about that first meeting. Killing each other, coming back to life, killing each other again. How many times? Over and over, until they were exhausted of it and knew that they were unlike the others. They were only like each other, despite all of their differences. And then those differences went away with the love that grew. He took a deep breath and stepped out the door to the outside. Several things happened at once. He was suddenly wearing different clothes - a brown leather waist corset, snug striped pants, a black shirt with brown leather straps covering his arms. It wasn't the worst thing he'd ever worn. And he had a blade in his hand. It wasn't a sword - more of a knife really - but Nicky could certainly make it work. He heard a buzzing to one side; saw a wasp with a sword advancing; smiled. The battle was where he was comfortable. And if he couldn't find his love on the battlefield again, at least he'd distract himself from his absence. He lost track of the time out here, until the exhaustion was bone-deep and he couldn't remember the way back to the door but it didn't matter. He didn't want to stop fighting. |