"Almost, Max. You're doing so good." Lucas manages to say while his stomach ties in knots. He hates this realization and the darker implications that spiderweb out from it. If this helps Max move forward and slowly shake off the shackles of being a Pet, then he'll swallow down how much it makes his heart ache without protest.
"Just one more thing and then you can sleep." He promises with another kiss. Focus on Max. Lucas takes a quiet breath to steady himself. "I need you to accept Lior's forgiveness. And I know! I know. It's not easy and that you don't believe you deserve it. But accept it and talk to her. Soon. Alright?"
Max nods his head in reaction to more praise. Good. He's doing good. He's doing better. The world is stable beneath him once more. His place in it feels solid. There's just that one thing...
Accept Lioriley's forgiveness.
Another tremor runs through him. He tenses one last time. But it's still an order. It's what he must do. So, he nods again.
"I will," he promises. "I... do. I'll call her."
With that promise cast in stone, he closes his eyes and lets out another long shuddering breath. Lucas said he could sleep after that one last thing. He longs to let that blissful nothingness take him for a while. He's reached the point of exhaustion now where he doesn't think he can resist it anymore. He's slipping already.
Lucas stills, his chest near bursting with broiling emotion as he waits. Max will either accept the order or rail against it and part of him is hoping it's the latter.
It isn't.
His stomach drops and slowly, carefully, Lucas measures his exhale out and forces himself to relax around Max, to hold in a tremble and keep the wetness stinging his eyes at bay. A kiss to send Max off to slumber. No further orders from the Medium will follow aside from a quiet, "Good night, Max. I love you."
Long past the moment he's certain the man is sleeping, Lucas waits, swallowing down the burning lump in his throat, blinking to hold back tears until that no longer works. They slide hot and silent down his cheeks. Afraid for Max, worrying for Max, in ways that absolutely fill him with dread, because he'll do it again. If another situation arises, if it means helping guide his love along a better path, then Lucas vows he'll take on this mantle again. As many times as he needs to, but it's not a noble gesture.
It makes him no better than Erik, in the end.
The thought keeps him up umtil his tears have dried and the castle starts waking up. No rest for the weary, he had promised to check on Lioriley and he means to do that, too. Once Max is up and moving, Lucas kisses him goodbye and slips out of the man's room.
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Date: 2020-12-16 02:08 pm (UTC)"Just one more thing and then you can sleep." He promises with another kiss. Focus on Max. Lucas takes a quiet breath to steady himself. "I need you to accept Lior's forgiveness. And I know! I know. It's not easy and that you don't believe you deserve it. But accept it and talk to her. Soon. Alright?"
this looks good to wrap up
Date: 2020-12-16 04:39 pm (UTC)Accept Lioriley's forgiveness.
Another tremor runs through him. He tenses one last time. But it's still an order. It's what he must do. So, he nods again.
"I will," he promises. "I... do. I'll call her."
With that promise cast in stone, he closes his eyes and lets out another long shuddering breath. Lucas said he could sleep after that one last thing. He longs to let that blissful nothingness take him for a while. He's reached the point of exhaustion now where he doesn't think he can resist it anymore. He's slipping already.
And good to call done, enjoy the feels
Date: 2020-12-16 05:13 pm (UTC)It isn't.
His stomach drops and slowly, carefully, Lucas measures his exhale out and forces himself to relax around Max, to hold in a tremble and keep the wetness stinging his eyes at bay. A kiss to send Max off to slumber. No further orders from the Medium will follow aside from a quiet, "Good night, Max. I love you."
Long past the moment he's certain the man is sleeping, Lucas waits, swallowing down the burning lump in his throat, blinking to hold back tears until that no longer works. They slide hot and silent down his cheeks. Afraid for Max, worrying for Max, in ways that absolutely fill him with dread, because he'll do it again. If another situation arises, if it means helping guide his love along a better path, then Lucas vows he'll take on this mantle again. As many times as he needs to, but it's not a noble gesture.
It makes him no better than Erik, in the end.
The thought keeps him up umtil his tears have dried and the castle starts waking up. No rest for the weary, he had promised to check on Lioriley and he means to do that, too. Once Max is up and moving, Lucas kisses him goodbye and slips out of the man's room.