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moneyballer) wrote2016-08-01 12:04 pm
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moneyballer) wrote2016-08-01 12:04 pm
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[But then, he'd already dealt with these questions of identity: he knows how to deal and falter less, even if he can't quite get it perfectly. Now, onboard with ALASTAIR, it's all being challenged all over again-- his place in the fabric of his family's destiny, his role as a part of the team, what he's good at, what he still needs, sorely, to work on over and over until he can finally get it even close to right.]
But who knows what's gonna happen after this mission? Or the one after that?
[Much less when they all go home. But he can't afford to consider that, not right now.]
Give yourself some more time. You'll figure things out as you go. You're talking to an expert of fake it 'till you make it, too, so you know my advice is pretty sound. And you already know that I believe in you.
You can do it.
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It's time like these when he understands that, for a fact, he is incredibly lucky.
A lifetime spent in a house that now seems more and more like a gilded cage has left him with an understanding of what it meant to have joy constantly slipping through his fingertips. He thought he knew what it meant to feel loved, despite the sinking feeling that something had always been missing, and that there was ice beneath a thin layer that had always felt lukewarm at best.
Slowly, he nuzzles his way into the space between Jin's neck and left shoulder.
Oh.
This is what love really feels like.]
I hope you're right.
[Asher lets out a low hum after taking in a deep breath.
Jin smells good.]
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[No you're not, Jin.
He closes his eyes as Asher takes his spot in the crook of his neck and leans his head against his. The warmth's already lulling Jin back to sleep-- he'd talk some more, prepared to reassure Asher of how much he matters as much as he needs to hear, if only he could stay awake a little longer.
They can talk about accidents, and the blood on his hands, and of death another time.]
Love you. [he mumbles into Asher's hair.] Go to sleep.
[In this particular moment, he's curled up with a person he loves in a place that is safe. That matters. That, in the end, is worth all of this trouble.]
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[That earns Jin a laugh, and a light swat to the arm.]
Asshole.
[The words may seem harsh, but the tone is affectionate, warm, like the way Asher's smile feels against the monk's skin.]
Love you too.
[He places one last kiss to the other's neck before whispering:]
G'night.