[ It won't be easy, but it will be worth it. And he's never liked investing in things that were too easy, anyway.
It's like the hard earth around his heart has cracked and fallen away at last, and it's a terrifying, beautiful thing, to let himself lean into it, without the lies he's told himself for so long. Hope is such a fledgling, tender thing; he's held it before, only for it to be dashed to pieces. But back then...he was alone.
He isn't anymore.
Drawing in a shuddering breath, he winds his arms around Nico's shoulders properly, clinging to him, his eyes falling shut. It isn't that his burden has gone away, but when it isn't born on his shoulders alone...it feels so, so much lighter.
Basking in that feeling, of sharing not only joy and hope, but pain and sorrow, too, he turns his head, nuzzling against the corner of Nico's jaw, murmuring to his ear, so softly. A wish he hasn't let himself have in...so very long. ]
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It's like the hard earth around his heart has cracked and fallen away at last, and it's a terrifying, beautiful thing, to let himself lean into it, without the lies he's told himself for so long. Hope is such a fledgling, tender thing; he's held it before, only for it to be dashed to pieces. But back then...he was alone.
He isn't anymore.
Drawing in a shuddering breath, he winds his arms around Nico's shoulders properly, clinging to him, his eyes falling shut. It isn't that his burden has gone away, but when it isn't born on his shoulders alone...it feels so, so much lighter.
Basking in that feeling, of sharing not only joy and hope, but pain and sorrow, too, he turns his head, nuzzling against the corner of Nico's jaw, murmuring to his ear, so softly. A wish he hasn't let himself have in...so very long. ]
Will you...call me by my name?
[ He's so tired of being Aventurine. ]