THROBB FORTNIGHT | Day 3: Friendship and Brotherhood
"This wolf king heeds your counsel, does he?" The notion seemed to amuse Lord Balon.
"He heeds me, yes. I've hunted with him, trained with him, shared meat and mead with him, warred at his side. I have earned his trust. He looks on me as an older brother, he—"
—ACOK, Theon I
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To the last of the 10th...
"Sweetheart, I was looking for you."
You look up and saw Satoru, drowsily rubbing his eyes, topless and the waistband of his shorts hanging untied over his hips, clearly it was barely pulled up.
"What's wrong?" You gingerly smiled.
"You weren't in bed." He huffed, standing between your thighs. "What's wrong?" He asked back seeing the cloud on your eyes.
"Nothing, I was just checking the locks. Y'know, in case whatever happens." You shrug.
His brows softened. His tense shoulders visibly lax down.
"I'm not going anywhere Sweetheart. I'm right here." Warm, gentle arms pulled you in his embrace. Your skin feels so cold. If you were in his arms, sleeping snug and cozy, you wouldn't be shivering here alone. "Let's go to bed?"
Satoru knows no wise. No matter how you downplay it. The way your fingers fidget and your legs shaking up in down.
It's been four years since that day he was locked up. And it's also been four years that you've been dreading whenever this day comes.
You've never felt as regretful as you were. Having a fight that escalated for you to throw his keys at his chest, unknowingly it will be a long time before you ever see him walk back in that door.
Miserable is an understatement, at that point you were dolorous. Threading in anxiety, self-blaming, apprehension and mixed feelings of what you could've done.
"C'mon, let's get you in bed. I'm still sleepy." Satoru yawned. Slipping his arms around your waist and under your knees. You clung to him in surprise, but soon calmed down as he walk back to the bedroom with you, carried in his arms.
He knows. The underlying fear that never left your heart. He came home to you, who was living but dead in the eyes. The heavy bags under your eyes were testament to his absence. The remorse of not saying 'see you later' to you stuck in your constricting throat. If he wasn't already broken enough, then he was smashed to pieces seeing you break on your knees.
The soft mattress welcomed the two of you back. Satoru carefully tucked you in. The other side of the bed sink beside you, squeezing his way with your chest in his back and his hand resting on your hip, the other playing with your hair to make you drowsy.
"Don't go anywhere I can't reach you 'Toru," you murmured.
"Yeah. My poor Baby." He chuckled, chasing your fears away. A soft kissed pressed on the back of your nape. "I'm right here. 'm not going anywhere." He breathe.
You hummed, turning around and burying your head in his neck. The gentle hand, stroking your hair as you lay your head on his arms calmed the fear from your heart.
How you wish that October 31st would be a normal day. That as years pass it'll gradually be a memory while you lay in the comforts of Satoru's arms, knowing he'll never go away. Right both here, at home, loved and peaceful.
—GreyCaelum
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