[9S doesn't know what happened to her, and there's something slightly shocking about that revelation. Perhaps she thought it best for him not to be aware of what would take place in the future. Perhaps it was fear from how he would react that had forced her to keep this awful secret buried so deeply within herself.
Was he the only one who knew now? The sole keeper of all of her secrets. He would take all of them, would hold them inside himself, would bury them where no one else could find if it meant she no longer had to carry the full weight and pain of them alone.
But he doesn't speak of it once that door has closed, both physical and metaphorical, keeping them separated and safe from the world outside. Beyond that barrier, it was only them, their space and their time. This room had always only ever been for her, for them.
They're so incredibly close, yet it still feels as if they're so far apart, leg's intertwined, arms wrapped tightly about one another. Lips seeking out skin, pressing into her shoulder, her neck, allowing as many kisses to be stolen from his lips as she wants.]
I need you, my love. Nothing more. [There's a desire there now, to tell her of the suffering of his past, to wrap up all of his secrets and give them to her, to have and to hold forever.] There are so many things I should tell you. But I do not know how to start.
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Was he the only one who knew now? The sole keeper of all of her secrets. He would take all of them, would hold them inside himself, would bury them where no one else could find if it meant she no longer had to carry the full weight and pain of them alone.
But he doesn't speak of it once that door has closed, both physical and metaphorical, keeping them separated and safe from the world outside. Beyond that barrier, it was only them, their space and their time. This room had always only ever been for her, for them.
They're so incredibly close, yet it still feels as if they're so far apart, leg's intertwined, arms wrapped tightly about one another. Lips seeking out skin, pressing into her shoulder, her neck, allowing as many kisses to be stolen from his lips as she wants.]
I need you, my love. Nothing more. [There's a desire there now, to tell her of the suffering of his past, to wrap up all of his secrets and give them to her, to have and to hold forever.] There are so many things I should tell you. But I do not know how to start.