Re: Lakeside night: Seven/Liam
Maybe tonight would be the last night. Maybe tonight would be the night the thread would stretch too far and finally snap. Maybe tonight...
The curtains didn't even shift when he slipped from his seat at the edge of the window, testament to how not there he really was. The smell of the lake filled the room, though, full of wet, moldy things, and he moved to the edge of Seven's bed to stand there, head canted to the side as he watched him sleep. He hadn't tried before, never deigned to push that far, to invade, but if this was the last night, if he faded before the sun kissed the horizon, then what did he have to loose?
His chest felt heavy with something as he sat on the edge of the mattress, a ghostly hand passing over a sweat-damp forehead as though to soothe. "I wish I could talk to you again. To touch you again. I'm so sorry I was..." Liam trailed off, his words breaking up as he leaned over, forehead pressed against Seven's own as he reached down to wrap a cold grip around one of Seven's hands.
"I'm sorry. I love you, and I'm sorry." His presence shimmered for a moment, a breeze fluttering curtains where there was no wind to move them.