Newton's love continued to astound him. How could one person possess such passionate emotions? And then choose to direct them at him of all people. Whereas he struggled to express all of his own and felt like he was constantly scrambling to catch up.
Everything with Newton was fast-paced and bordered on overwhelming. Even a confession of this magnitude, promising endless devotion in the face of the bleak future painted for them was too fast. It was.. it was essentially a wedding vow. Every word of it spoken with such a sincere compassion that he could see it.
Newton dressed in white, Newton's presence behind him as he pushed him along a slight valley road, sniping back and forth in a warm spring wind. Closed in during the winters, wracked with cold and snappish, but their bed was soft and warm and comfortable.
His eyes brimmed and Hermann suddenly knew with startling clarity that he was never going to marry anyone else. Like always, it was nothing he could verbally express, but this time more because his throat was stuck closed and would give way to ugly sobs the moment he tried to speak. It was bad enough that quiet tears spilled over when he was finally forced to blink.
Hermann pulled Newton in close, clinging to him with shaking hands, and drew in a ragged breath as he did so.
Never leave me, never leave me. I love you, Newton, I do.
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Date: 2016-02-07 08:01 am (UTC)Newton's love continued to astound him. How could one person possess such passionate emotions? And then choose to direct them at him of all people. Whereas he struggled to express all of his own and felt like he was constantly scrambling to catch up.
Everything with Newton was fast-paced and bordered on overwhelming. Even a confession of this magnitude, promising endless devotion in the face of the bleak future painted for them was too fast. It was.. it was essentially a wedding vow. Every word of it spoken with such a sincere compassion that he could see it.
Newton dressed in white, Newton's presence behind him as he pushed him along a slight valley road, sniping back and forth in a warm spring wind. Closed in during the winters, wracked with cold and snappish, but their bed was soft and warm and comfortable.
His eyes brimmed and Hermann suddenly knew with startling clarity that he was never going to marry anyone else. Like always, it was nothing he could verbally express, but this time more because his throat was stuck closed and would give way to ugly sobs the moment he tried to speak. It was bad enough that quiet tears spilled over when he was finally forced to blink.
Hermann pulled Newton in close, clinging to him with shaking hands, and drew in a ragged breath as he did so.
Never leave me, never leave me. I love you, Newton, I do.