[ His voice sounds wet, his breathing a little ragged. He can feel the other man's happiness and for a moment, as Claude presses his forehead to his and looks into his eyes, he isn't certain whose feelings belong to whom - it doesn't matter, either. Anakin loves him. He can feel that again, now, as clear as the sky above them. When he thought he'd died, he'd felt nothing for weeks on end, nothing except a seething, burning anger at the universe, at everything and everyone. At himself, more so than anyone else.
Later, there'd been emptiness.
And this, then, is after. ]
I'm glad to be. You don't know how much.
[ He doesn't lean away, looking back at Claude, feeling him pressed up against his front, all hardness and heat. It makes him think about what they come from, about Paris, about standing amidst the packed crowd wearing next to nothing, watching Claude make a speech and thinking about revolutions, about a world that could be something better. The other man has taught him to imagine an existence like that, not just the fight that'll eventually lead there but the end result, too. The part that entails living.
Perhaps, he thinks, there really might be something on the other side for them, too. Even with all his limitations, even with the odds stacked much too high against them and the darkness closing in.
Right now, whilst holding and being held, it seems possible. ]
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Later, there'd been emptiness.
And this, then, is after. ]
I'm glad to be. You don't know how much.
[ He doesn't lean away, looking back at Claude, feeling him pressed up against his front, all hardness and heat. It makes him think about what they come from, about Paris, about standing amidst the packed crowd wearing next to nothing, watching Claude make a speech and thinking about revolutions, about a world that could be something better. The other man has taught him to imagine an existence like that, not just the fight that'll eventually lead there but the end result, too. The part that entails living.
Perhaps, he thinks, there really might be something on the other side for them, too. Even with all his limitations, even with the odds stacked much too high against them and the darkness closing in.
Right now, whilst holding and being held, it seems possible. ]