confiscated: (⇀ a loss so great)
Brooks Myers ([personal profile] confiscated) wrote in [personal profile] calloused 2019-05-24 05:41 pm (UTC)

[Tate doesn't protest to being pulled along, showing no signs of resistance until his heels are sinking into the wet sand and water's washing up and threatening to lick at his shoes. But after that beat of hesitation he continues forward, letting the cool water soak into his jeans and wrap around his feet in a way that makes him feel solid again. He looks up to Derek while this goes on, following his gesture with his eyes and staring off at the darkening waters.

That beautiful, limitless expanse. He swallows hard - staring in silence. His hand shakes but it's not from the pain or the cold, he's jittery for a thousand other reasons but his fingers relax and his shoulders slowly slump. He looks out at the horizon line, the divider of the water and sky and then he closes his eyes. Just listens to Derek, while tilting up his chin.

It's what he wants, to be taken care of. To be given this gift of freedom and while it may not scratch the same itches Kavinsky can... Derek's promises make him want all the same. He blinks open his eyes and then wipes at them hastily with his free hand, wiping away tears that fell loose all on their own.

It's never going to work. But he smiles, just weakly, for the thought.]


I should've asked you first. I'm sorry. If... you get frustrated with that still, I'm sorry.

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