It has to have been half a century since he last felt so suddenly terrified. He squeezed his eyes against those words and the ones that echoed.
I want to make you promise me that you'll never leave like that again.
I am happy with you. So I manage
Does nothing change, because the time outside each door never moves, and then a lifetime here still takes nothing from there?
What would you have of me? How complicated is it to say, everything?
Very.
Edward nodded, his nose brushing up and down at Carlisle's shoulder, while his chin bumped against a collar bone and his hands had become something like a vice. He can feel this one, in every part of who he has left in him to be, when he mumbles against Carlisle's shirt, uncertain if he means Milliways or Lyon or the nineteenth century; or the coming of his insanity, booked and brooked by only one man.
no subject
He squeezed his eyes against those words and the ones that echoed.
I want to make you promise me
that you'll never leave like that again.
So I manage
Does nothing change, because the time outside
each door never moves, and then a lifetime
here still takes nothing from there?
How complicated is it to say, everything?
Edward nodded, his nose brushing up and down at Carlisle's shoulder, while his chin bumped against a collar bone and his hands had become something like a vice. He can feel this one, in every part of who he has left in him to be, when he mumbles against Carlisle's shirt, uncertain if he means Milliways or Lyon or the nineteenth century; or the coming of his insanity, booked and brooked by only one man.
Who was now two. "For now."