|| The Beginning || || The Owlery || || The Castle || || The Office || || The Son || || The Savior ||
woW WHY YOU GOTTA BE LIKE DAT DOE. WAI. I HAVE LITERALLY ALREADY WRITTEN THIS AND IT WAS BAD ENOUGH THE FIRST TIME. The second one I guess is revenge for you giving me these prompts cause it started out great bUT THEN GOT REAL SAD REAL QUICK YOU’RE WELCOME.
Once the initial shock, the initial tears, screaming and recklessness are over with, Dex is silent. For the first time in his life he’s comfortable with the silence and even when he’s asked to say a few words at the funeral he refuses because it feels unnatural to be anything but silent. Nothing feels right but than to gaze down upon the emotionless, pale face that isn’t his Adam because the man he fell in love with had a perpetual love for smiling, for having hands that weren’t so cold when Dex grazed his fingers over them and for not being able to keep his mouth shut for sixty seconds when they were together. It was all unnatural but the last thing he and Adam shared; the silence.
"From the moment I first saw you, you were special to me," Dex says quietly, sincerely. He could practically feel Adam’s hands shaking in his now, stupidly sweaty like they always got when he was all too happy or all too nervous or even both. "The way your eyes lit up, the way you smiled at me, the way you…" his lips twitch upward, as he can practically see Adam’s, "the way you said my name, all from the very first day set you apart. And not a single ounce of the genuine care that was in each of those actions faded for a single second no matter how many years we spent together and that…that was what made me so sure I wanted to spend the rest of my years with you."
Dex clears his throat and folds over the crumpled up paper he’d been reading from. “That’s what I would have said, you know,” he speaks to the gravestone he’s sitting in front of, “Months I spent wracking my brains trying to figure out my vows but that was the best I could show how I really felt.” He could practically feel Adam dropping everything in his hands to lean forward and hold him close now.
He feels fingertips on his cheeks, lips hovering over his and the unmistakable smell of cigarettes all too close to his nostrils. He doesn’t even need to see a face to know who it is that’s standing before him. He shifts to lean towards the figure but a clattering noise disrupts the soothing vision behind his closed lids. He opens his eyes just in time to see Adam pull a hand away from his face, apologizing from knocking something off the nightstand in an attempt to tuck them in. The younger of the two men says “you two” and it’s only at this point that Dex realizes he’s not in bed alone, rather he’s laying next to his toddler and he seemed to have drifted off while putting her to bed.
The little girl stirs at the noise and cries out in distress from being woken up and Adam begins to move towards her but Dex waves him off. “It’s ok,” his voice is hoarse as he licks his lips and pulls the girl close to his chest, “I’ve got it under control.”
It wasn’t unusual for Holden to spend Christmas with the Broadmoor clan. While he was the helpful sort he also liked observe the family from time to time, although he should have learned better than to do so by this point because once again as he stood there underneath the door frame and more importantly the mistletoe, he was charged from behind, a set of strong arms firmly around his waist. Christian nipped at Holden’s ear before shifting so their lips could meet and taking off in a flash, leaving nothing else behind but the echoes of his booming laughter.
HELLO HI I’M EXCITE TO SEE YOU TOO. IMMA GO WASH UP BUT TELL ME WHO TO POST ON/LINK ME TO THINGS TO REPLY TO PLSTHX :D
guys this is the 3rd birthday i’ve crossed in tmr.
send assistance i’m getting emotional.