bludhavensbluebird:

   Bubbling to the surface his insecurities spill out, pain too close to the surface to cover up with his facade and a lifetime’s worth of training in avoiding emotions. He never was good at lying to her especially not when she’s like this, pressed up against him in his arms fitting so perfectly. He tightens his hold, wanting to keep her there and prolong that feeling of safety for just a moment longer. He loves her but he only hopes that’s enough in the grand scheme of things because he’s survived many losses in his life but it strikes him that she is the one loss he wouldn’t be able to take. ❛I didn’t –I don’t think I could feel worse than knowing I upset you. I wish I had an excuse to give you but I don’t, I’m just self destructing and honestly it scares the hell out of me.❜ He pauses, heart shattering in his chest and spinning sickness into his gut with a ruthless twirl. It’s the knowledge that he makes her worry, to mere idea that one day she could possibly not walk through those doors again –and it’d be his fault. ❛You deserve so much more than what I’m offering you right now, Kitty. I have to be better for you. I have to make that happen..❜

   Her fingers tightened around his shirt and with unnecessary force she drew him closer, if closer was even possible, to her. Her cheek was driven into his chest with a burrowing that came off as affectionate but leaned on aggression for the full range of it’s effect. She was trying not to sniffle and she was trying to be a rock of solidarity in this whirlwind of emotions but it was hard having just returned from a walk where she considered the possibility of being alone. From under his fingertips she took a deep breathe the heave lasting far longer then the exhale for she knew when she had finished she would have to speak again. “Listen…” It was quiet and it was follow by a resurfacing of her, putting her chin on his chest so she might look him in the eye even as he towered over her in the embrace. “…I can’t be alone…not after you Dick. I’m not leaving you. You can throw anything at me and I’m not leaving. I’d prefer you didn’t…but it won’t make me go.” Reluctantly did her hands leave his shirt only to find their way to his cheeks with light touches and a look that said business no matter how watery the gaze. “Tell me you understand, okay?”

Feb 26 22:01 ( ♥ 10 )