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TAAKO

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Pâtissier

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[Taako hates how fucked up this entire situation has become. After spending a whole night thinking about what it meant that Kravitz was here and how to handle it, he'd come to something like an understanding with himself about how to move forward. Now that's pointless and it's not even the part he's most upset about.

The truly horrible part is how it must feel for Kravitz.

It's why Taako doesn't consider denying him something as easy to give as a kiss. He closes his eyes and meets Kravitz half way, uncertain what to do with his hands for a moment before he says an internal fuck it' and just skims a hand down Kravitz's chest to settle on his waist.]

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[ It's easier like this, for all maybe it shouldn't be. It's easier than it should be to just pretend this isn't happening in the first place. To cast back in his mind to a time when the most difficult thing he had to come to terms with was accepting that someone as vibrant, as beloved by the world as Taako, would want to be anywhere near the Grim Reaper of all people. It's less of an effort not think about the fact that none of that happened to him at all, a thought that just keeps coming back up as if determined to crush this temporary peace to dust.

The telltale cloying smoke of panic starts to climb up his throat and Kravitz really doesn't mean to cling like he does, but there's really nowhere else for it to go. And this grounds him again, just like always. Just like listening to an idle story of something embarrassing Magnus once did, or being assured that surfing really isn't that hard, or watching Taako cook and being quietly glad that not having to eat doesn't mean he can't.

His thumb brushes Taako's jaw again, just to feel him there - and if Kravitz is a little less warm than he was before, that's probably understandable. ]

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[Understanding exactly how Kravitz feels is an impossible feat, a fact that Taako is well aware of, but he knows the telltale signs of someone who's lost and desperate and clinging to the one thing in front of them. It's a little overwhelming, to be that for somebody, but he can deal with it.

Every time he has to break the kiss to breathe, Taako finds himself murmuring some useless platitude; it's alright, or I'm here, words that are inevitably kind of lie when he knows that it isn't going to be okay at all. He just needs to say something.

It's the same reason that after a brief moment of hesitation, Taako uses that hand on Kravitz's waist to push him onto his back, going with the momentum until he's on top of Kravitz, free arm braced on the bed so doesn't have to break the kiss. He just-- he just thinks it might help, the weight of him as a reassurance that he's here.]

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[ As Kravitz rolls onto his back, he doesn't even have the presence of mind to think about how unexpected that is - just exhales heavily, as if he actually needed to. Though at this point it's probably fair to say that he did, even if it is for reasons entirely unrelated to respiration.

The little extra freedom of movement here is immediately tied up in keeping Taako close; one hand on his waist while fingers of the other curl loosely into the hair at the back of his neck.

He does try to be good about leaving those gaps for the one of them who does actually need air, especially when just the occasional murmur of Taako's voice is so comforting no matter what he's actually saying. It's during one of these gaps that Kravitz is the one who pauses, mouth still slightly open, chest heaving shallowly out of habit. ]

I love you...

[ The words are breathy and there's a pleading look on his face, but it's not to have the words returned - he knows better, and honestly the thought barely enters his mind. What he needs in this moment is just to be heard, to be understood, because being a temporary reflection doesn't mean that he feels any less than the original must. ]

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[Maybe those words should be a surprise, not because Taako doesn't know that's how Kravitz feels but because he knows Kravitz was trying not to put too much pressure on him. But it's - different now, there's a desperation here that there wasn't yesterday and he thinks he understands what Kravitz wants here.

It breaks his heart a little, the pain of it written on his face as he looks down at Kravitz.]

I know, I know. I'm not gonna forget you.

[He can't make Kravitz real, that's beyond even his power, but he can at least promise this. That the memory if this will be important after Kravitz is gone.]

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[ If only he could say the same.

It helps, though. And he believes it. And he hates himself a little for it too, because he already knows this isn't an easy memory, and maybe he should want Taako to forget instead. But at least... at least he won't have meant nothing.

The moment of desperate panic seems to ease off a little, and when he wraps both arms around Taako to hold him close again, it's with less of the sense of a drowning man clinging to a muddy bank. ]

Thank you.

[ For a long moment he's quiet, just re-orienting. Following the comfortingly regular rhythm of Taako's breathing, silently counting the beats of his heart. And then something comes to mind out of nowhere that draws a quiet chuckle. ]

It's funny, you know, I--

[ And apparently that's it. The sentence he was never going to make it to the end of. It's so sudden that it feels like it should make some kind of noise, but it doesn't - there's just what appears to be an entire person there one moment, and then as if a switch was flipped somewhere (which, who knows, maybe it was) - nothing at all. The only thing to say that there might ever have been anyone else there, a book left on the nightstand, still open to the last page he'd been reading. ]

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[There's a brief, desperate moment where Taako thinks about reaching for a spell as if there's anything he could do to change this, before he gives it up. The bed is empty except for him but it still smells like Kravitz, something that shouldn't make sense when he was just made of light. Taako isn't going to question it too hard, maybe it's just his senses playing tricks on him and if they are, fine, it's better than nothing.

He should leave the room, it'd be better if he left the room, packed this moment away where it can't hurt him anymore.

It doesn't happen, his limbs are too heavy to move, all he can do is wrap his arms around the still warm pillow to give him something to hold onto while he cries.]