olivia_grace2003
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“We cannot let anyone see us die. We cannot let them see us heal. We must get out of this city, away from them. If they catch you, they will kill you. If they see what you are…it will go as badly for you as it would for me. Neither of us is safe with them, you understand? You need me to help you get past them, away from this place. I need you to help me out there, in the desert, until we reach a port. Do you understand? We are the same. We must get out.”
He stopped; he was not sure how to make himself any clearer, and the Saracen was not evidently interested in conveying anything other than his loathing. Nicolò waited, and after a long, uncomfortable moment, the Saracen finally responded. He spat an incomprehensible sentence in Arabic, heavy with disdain, and thrust his bound hands forward. A demand to be released? That would make sense. Nicolò hesitated.
“Do you understand me?” he pressed, repeating his gestures. “We are the same. We go together? Away from here? Both of us?”
The Saracen repeated also; his Arabic phrase, and the twisting of his wrists against their bindings. Nicolò nodded, and crouched before him.“I am going to free you,” he said. “Please help me.”
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It shouldn’t be that big of a deal. Dusty windows and bare oakwood floors, a kitchen tucked into the back wall. Stairs traveling up and out of sight. Bedrooms.
But Henry’s arms are around him, and it feels like it’s a spring afternoon in Brooklyn.
It feels-
Like Alex is moving in with his boyfriend, and they’ve got a home together now, and he’s starting to live for himself, not anybody else. It’s his heart spilling with the sun onto every surface, lighting the whole place up, making it sing, and-
Alex thinly avoids slamming the moving box onto the ground, but it doesn’t matter either way, because he’s taking Henry’s face in his hands and kissing him.
(or: the one where alex and henry make a life together.)