anglophone: (010 | little dogs like you)
alec ([personal profile] anglophone) wrote in [community profile] wellcome 2024-09-06 04:21 am (UTC)

Aisha digs into him, pushing hard like she wants to break through the surface of him and get into the parts underneath. He's not sure if she knows that. He's surprised he can think of it. He wouldn't have had a clue not so long ago.

But he's had time. More time than he ever suspected he had, and now he knows he was right about that part, although he kind of just got lucky. His faulty intuition had him looking in the wrong direction for the inevitably brutal foreclosure of a life that probably shouldn't have happened at all.

Alec can't really be sorry about it. Being alive had its upsides. He'd do it again, if he had the opportunity.

If he hadn't ever lived, he wouldn't have met her. That was worth it. Whatever else there is, he's sure about that.

He lets her hit his shoulder again, aware of it in an absent way, and shifts slightly underneath her, propping his upper back against the wall to free up his braced arm to defend himself.

"I am a selfish asshole," he agrees, folding it over her back. He doesn't tug her down, even though that's an appealing option, but lets the negligible weight rest over her. His hand touches one of the sharp wings of her shoulder blades, taut and furiously quivering.

"I like you more than me," he says, like it's obvious, because he sort of thinks it is, "And you're the one who has all the ideas, anyway. I didn't want to have to make up my own ultimate world domination schemes. Too much effort."

He doesn't dwell on the process that brought him around to figuring the first part out. It's not important.

"...have you been working out?" He adds, fingers on her shoulder pressing down experimentally.

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