'cause you're my king and I'm your lionheart

[selfie_centered]

♦️🌹

and in the sea that's painted black
creatures lurk below the deck
but you're a queen and I'm a lionheart

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[crimsontyrant]

[ oh


For a few seconds, seconds that feel like minutes, Riddle pauses, in his motion to pull back. His hand had been taken, and that warmth from Cater's hand was a lovely reminder.

He'd planned to pull back completely, to let Cater have more space. Not. This. Not the way their hands are clasped together, clumsily, shakily, as if this were their first times holding hands with anyone.

Then, Riddle adjusts his hand's position. He squeezes Cater's hand just slightly, confirms this moment is read. For himself more so than Cater. Oh how his heart beats so quickly in his chest, a distraction from most of his other thoughts.

... Why is this so much weirder and more intimate than having sex???? ]

...

[ His fingers, his hand, look so small still compared to Cater's. His hand squeezes down again, this time as if... ]

Don't let go yet.

[ as if he was scared to lose it. ]

[selfie_centered]

[who is he to deny Riddle? Riddle's demand is stronger than Cater's doubt, always. at first it was just an over-accommodation. he'd just conceded to keep his life easy, to get by in the best way possible. but lately, it'd become like a lifeline instead.

he'd wanted so badly to be something Riddle could rely on, but wasn't he the weak one, clinging to a crutch like that? it isn't the time to suddenly get stronger, though. he curls his hand tighter around Riddle's, too.

something in his chest burns. he wants to let go, wants to run, but Riddle grounds him, anchors him. his touch doesn't soothe the churning in Cater's stomach, the way his eyes start to sting, but it keeps him here. it makes the feeling easier to bear through.]

Yeah. I gotcha.

[Cater takes a deep breath in, lets it out. he's supposed to be put together, damnit.]

Sorry. I'm— cool, I promise.

[who's he trying to convince?]