#I WOULD HAVE BEEN REMISS NOT TO DELIVER WITH THESE TWO INSANITY INDUCING LUNATICS ALRIGHT

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längre | connor&edgar

It wasn’t the deep rumbling storm that had been booming around the vineyard all night that jolted Connor to alert consciousness, but rather the pinched echo of the power cutting out around him. Given the immediate darkness that his eyes were met with, Connor should have been reaching for the pistol that he kept fixed behind the headboard in case of particularly skilled intruders. That, or the knife beneath his ornate bedside lamp, or the revolver beneath the nightstand. But what he reached for instead, on sheer instinct and unquestionable priority, was his boyfriend. It was powerful pull to hearing the man’s voice in a pitch he wasn’t used to, trembling with debilitating urgency.

With his back pressed to Connor’s chest, Edgar was already safer than he would be anywhere else in the world, but the demons of his mind lived outside the confines of their existence and Connor knew as much. His voice lacked its usual rasp when he urged Edgar to turn towards him, firm when the man seemed too paralyzed to do so on his own. And as they faced each other, Connor searched for Edgar’s hand to guide it to his bare and brutally textured chest. Connor had never been well-spoken enough to tell Edgar that he was there for him, but he was capable of pressing Edgar’s fingertips against each link of the chain around his neck. The very present that never left his skin, rain or shine. 

Connor still didn’t have the right words to plead, it’s me by your side, I have never let you be harmed and I never will. But he did thread each of his fingers with Edgar’s, holding the man’s hand steadfast to squeeze the silver bands and stones that decorated his digits against Edgar’s skin. Given the time of night, some of the more embellished pieces were missing from the line-up, but at least one always remained on Connor’s person. It’s me, that one prized ring begged. It’s me and you don’t just adore me, you have adorned me. 

Connor leaned his forehead to forehead to Edgar’s, a breath shaking through his lips as though the younger man’s pain cut him just as deep. He was never good with words but Connor would never let the demons lurking in the dark prevail, and tonight, he needed Edgar to know why. “Jag älskar dig.” His heart pounded louder in his ears now than either of the nights he had pulled the trigger on the living manifestation of Edgar’s fears. “I love you.” The gravel had returned to his voice but only from the gravity of his fealties. “You are brave and magnificent and a good man. And I love you for it.” 

On his next deep breath, Connor carefully untangled their hands, replacing the cool metal of his rings against Edgar’s jaw. “You are safe,” he implored his prince to believe strongly enough to come back to him for the few moments of darkness that remained, before they could reclaim the lives they’d cultivated together. “Je t'aimerai jusqu'à bout. Je t'aimerai plus longtemps.”

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY P2 !!!!!!!! FIGURED I'D SUGAR COAT THIS NONSENSE WITH MAL AND RIVEN'S SITUATIONSHIP FIRST LMAO #I WOULD HAVE BEEN REMISS NOT TO DELIVER WITH THESE TWO INSANITY INDUCING LUNATICS ALRIGHT #me BEGGING my translator app with this one lmfao why these two clowns speak this many languages and then also love their native tongues so #damn much bYE #Murder husbands do be making me a brand of crazy I cannot explain MUCH LIKE CONNOR this was such an undertaking bc a man is so action #oriented he doesn't even like talking to ME but when you told me about Edgar's entire hang up in this regard this image was SO vivid to me #and to Connor also like I just KNEW if there was ever going to be a moment for him to step up it would be this one and he knew it too #SO LEAVE ME HERE TO ROT #XOXO HOPE THESE SERVE AS A GOOD BEGINNING TO YOUR BIRTHDAY LOVE YOU IN THE ONLY LOVE LANGUAGE WE KNOW; TOOTH ROTTING ANGST LMAO #s: Connor x Edgar #my writing