[ As Louis undresses, anticipation and hope war with guilt and sorrow inside Armand's chest, a complexity that leaves him trembling, wanting to fidget with his hands. He forces himself to be still and compliant, reduced to raw and nervous clay simply awaiting the thumbprints of his longest companion. He's undone by the way he wants what he can no longer have. He wants, he wants.
He gets, despite everything. He gets Louis closing the distance, cold water sloshing around his bare legs as he approaches, familiar and unfamiliar, hands that haven't touched him intimately in too long sliding around his throat. Armand's eyes close almost automatically, eyelashes fanning his cheek as he tries not to sway into Louis' arms and fall into pieces against him. ]
Please.
[ He echoes Louis' request as he opens his eyes again. His brows knit above his eyes; he could go to his knees in the water and beg. He would do it, if Louis asked him to. He would reach into his chest and pull out his heart if Louis asked him to.
Unable to stop himself, he lifts one hand, ghosting his fingertips over Louis' arm. His chest rises and falls with shallow breaths he doesn't need any more. All his control crumpling around him. In a voice barely above a whisper, he makes his confession. ]
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He gets, despite everything. He gets Louis closing the distance, cold water sloshing around his bare legs as he approaches, familiar and unfamiliar, hands that haven't touched him intimately in too long sliding around his throat. Armand's eyes close almost automatically, eyelashes fanning his cheek as he tries not to sway into Louis' arms and fall into pieces against him. ]
Please.
[ He echoes Louis' request as he opens his eyes again. His brows knit above his eyes; he could go to his knees in the water and beg. He would do it, if Louis asked him to. He would reach into his chest and pull out his heart if Louis asked him to.
Unable to stop himself, he lifts one hand, ghosting his fingertips over Louis' arm. His chest rises and falls with shallow breaths he doesn't need any more. All his control crumpling around him. In a voice barely above a whisper, he makes his confession. ]
I remember it. I remember dying again, Louis.