Drabble-ish thing

[okami_hu]

„Thinking?”

„Not quite.”

The quiet sound of barefooted steps rustles in the darkness as the other draws closer.

„What is it?” Not that he wouldn’t know.

The silver-haired one stares at the sea, into the golden and blood-red sundown and sighs.

„I’m scared” he whispers.

The other doesn’t answer immediately but offers his own body heat, settling down next to the silver-haired one and embracing him, leaning a head on the broad shoulders.

“We all are, Erik.”

“But you still hope, Charles. My hope is no more, it died back then.”

Charles breaths a kiss on the shoulder he’s leaning on then stands up, dragging his friend with, to the bed. He lies down and cuddles close to Erik’s body, entangling their limbs into the tightest knot he can manage. They need this both, the security, the warmth, the little reassurance that no matter what happens, there are still something left.

There’s no lust now. Their blood remains silent, void of the flames. This is a simple necessity like air; they need each other’s presence to carry on amidst the troubled times filled with uncertainty and fear.

“Better?”

“Much” Erik whispers. “Thank you. But what will be tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow, my friend, I’ll be here to embrace you again.”

At the moment, it’s enough.