[Nick answers so quickly, defensive for nothing as far as he knows. it leaves August confused, frustrated even, raw from exhaustion. he stares at him, jaw set. he could ask why he doesn't just take care of the hangover and heal himself, but he's already asked enough. he lets his silence do the talking, gaze hardened with disbelief.
that's as far as he takes it. he places another kiss right below Nick's eye, then to his lips and settles down once again. he strokes his head, fingers entangling themselves in his hair. if Nick wants to keep hiding in the crook of his neck, he'll let him.]
Sleep. I'll take care of you.
[and he will, as much as he'd like to disappear into darkness for the next twelve hours, he'll tend to him. he'll comfort the lows, keep himself in a light sleep so he can wake easily. for whatever reason, he wants to make August think he's coming down, or maybe he is and he's suspicious for nothing. too many thoughts for how early it is, he accepts Nick's words as they are.]
[ nick tries so hard to hold it together, he really does, but somewhere between the feather light kisses to his eyes and his lips, nick cracks. the sharp intake of breath he sucks in is shuddering, but nick screws his eyes shut before anything more damning can leak out.
he's a fucking mess. maybe he should have gotten high, this would all have been much easier with a nice numb buzz to soften the sharp edges. but it's too late for that, and the only thing worse than august being here would be august leaving. he winds his arm around august quickly, like it might distract from everything else nick has going on, pressing up against him. maybe this is the most selfish thing that nick has done, but august came to him, right? he must want some kind of normal. this is normal, or it could be, if nick just figures out how to let it be. ]
Okay. Just--stay, please.
[ he sounds so sad, it's almost too humiliating to finish the sentence, but nick--can't let go, not entirely. not yet. maybe it will be easier later in the morning. maybe he really does just need to sleep it off. ]
[not here in saltburnt, where death is probably inevitable but at least it's reversible. his heart hurts for Nick, for whatever he isn't telling him. he murmurs sweet nothings, looks for ways to solve instead of adding to whatever he's feeling. whispers of what do you need followed by any adjustment of his body to somehow get him closer.
this is the second time August has seen him like this, felt him begin to shatter in his arms. it's times like these where he wishes his magic did something other than destroy. he offers caresses through hair, noses his way into Nick's space to try and kiss him - kiss whatever it is -- better.]
[ a smarter person might have asked for space, even just a day to recover from that devastating blow and get back to normal, but nick has never been a smart man. certainly he's never been able to figure out how to turn down anything that wasn't good for him, if he wanted it enough in the moment.
this probably isn't good for nick, but he's desperate enough to figure out how to get back to normal that he's all too willing to ignore that. if august can act like nothing has changed, then surely nick can too. at any rate, there's no version of events where august kisses nick and nick doesn't kiss him back. so nick kisses him, even though it feels an awful lot like a knife in the tender spot beneath his ribs. the thing is, if he wasn't here it would probably feel so much worse.
nick kisses him until he falls asleep, and when he wakes up a short few hours later he doesn't feel any less tired for it. it's the hardest thing in the world to quietly slip out of bed, but if he lingers too long then august will wake up too, and nick will crack back open all over again. so he gathers up some clothes and changes in the bathroom, quietly tip toes out through marco's room instead, and he waits until he's down the hallway to send august a text. ]
sorry, had something on. stay as long as you want, i'll see you later 💖
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that's as far as he takes it. he places another kiss right below Nick's eye, then to his lips and settles down once again. he strokes his head, fingers entangling themselves in his hair. if Nick wants to keep hiding in the crook of his neck, he'll let him.]
Sleep. I'll take care of you.
[and he will, as much as he'd like to disappear into darkness for the next twelve hours, he'll tend to him. he'll comfort the lows, keep himself in a light sleep so he can wake easily. for whatever reason, he wants to make August think he's coming down, or maybe he is and he's suspicious for nothing. too many thoughts for how early it is, he accepts Nick's words as they are.]
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he's a fucking mess. maybe he should have gotten high, this would all have been much easier with a nice numb buzz to soften the sharp edges. but it's too late for that, and the only thing worse than august being here would be august leaving. he winds his arm around august quickly, like it might distract from everything else nick has going on, pressing up against him. maybe this is the most selfish thing that nick has done, but august came to him, right? he must want some kind of normal. this is normal, or it could be, if nick just figures out how to let it be. ]
Okay. Just--stay, please.
[ he sounds so sad, it's almost too humiliating to finish the sentence, but nick--can't let go, not entirely. not yet. maybe it will be easier later in the morning. maybe he really does just need to sleep it off. ]
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[not here in saltburnt, where death is probably inevitable but at least it's reversible. his heart hurts for Nick, for whatever he isn't telling him. he murmurs sweet nothings, looks for ways to solve instead of adding to whatever he's feeling. whispers of what do you need followed by any adjustment of his body to somehow get him closer.
this is the second time August has seen him like this, felt him begin to shatter in his arms. it's times like these where he wishes his magic did something other than destroy. he offers caresses through hair, noses his way into Nick's space to try and kiss him - kiss whatever it is -- better.]
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this probably isn't good for nick, but he's desperate enough to figure out how to get back to normal that he's all too willing to ignore that. if august can act like nothing has changed, then surely nick can too. at any rate, there's no version of events where august kisses nick and nick doesn't kiss him back. so nick kisses him, even though it feels an awful lot like a knife in the tender spot beneath his ribs. the thing is, if he wasn't here it would probably feel so much worse.
nick kisses him until he falls asleep, and when he wakes up a short few hours later he doesn't feel any less tired for it. it's the hardest thing in the world to quietly slip out of bed, but if he lingers too long then august will wake up too, and nick will crack back open all over again. so he gathers up some clothes and changes in the bathroom, quietly tip toes out through marco's room instead, and he waits until he's down the hallway to send august a text. ]
sorry, had something on. stay as long as you want, i'll see you later
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