Ty x Kit Reunion, from Kit's POV
hey y'all, here's something I thought I'd do, to get it all out of my system. I will admit i may or may not have cried while writing this but that's not the point.
anyways, enjoy! like, comment your thoughts, rb so that others can see it!!!
my kit x ty playlist to listen to while you read if you want :D
(and yes, it is hella angsty, thank you very much XD)
@nurceb @cakegatedisaster @tys-kitty all of y'all replied to my posts about it so imma tag you in this :D
edit: ive now written a Ty POV version, which is linked here!
Reunion - Kit Herondale x Ty Blackthorn, from Kit’s POV
Kit had decided that if he wanted to be left alone, away from the prying eyes of everyone else in the house, the kitchen was his best bet. He couldn’t forget the way that Tessa and Jem had jumped forward to protect Mina, as if he was a danger to her. His stomach dropped as he remembered the fear that had flashed through Tessa’s eyes for a brief moment, before it was gone.
He would never hurt Mina, would he?
He wouldn’t hurt her intentionally, that much he knew.
That didn’t necessarily mean he couldn’t, though.
He looked back down at his hands, still holding the gun. There was some sort of black stuff smudged on it, and it rubbed off on Kit’s hands when he touched it.
He may as well clean the gun, then.
Of course, he wasn’t exactly sure how to. But how hard could it be?
His face was slightly scrunched up in concentration as he held up the gun, about to—
“That’s not how you clean a gun.”
Kit’s head whipped up, shocked, dropping the gun, because he knew that voice.
He’d heard that voice in his dreams, in his memories, in his nightmares.
The voice conjures up a memory in his mind: a dark night, a pale face with floppy black hair, illuminated by the moon. And those gray eyes….the eyes he will never forget. The hurt in those eyes when he said those last words, laced with venom, as he struggled not to break.
“I wish I’d never known you.”
Ty. It was Ty, in the kitchen with him, the remains of a Portal behind him.
Kit’s breath caught in his throat, and he was hit by so many things all at once. Confusion. What was Ty even doing here? Surprise. Sadness. Anger.
So so so much anger. It burned through his body in waves, rolling off of him.
Anger, as he remembered the last time he had seen Ty. He remembered again, his words to Ty that night, and his eyes filled with tears. He blinked them back.
“You think this will make your family stronger, but it will destroy them, if you bring her back. You think you can’t survive without Livvy, but you can. We will go through it together. I love you, Ty. I love you.”
He remembered again Ty’s blank expression at his words. Like he didn’t even care. Like he didn’t care that Kit had put everything on the line in that moment. Because Ty didn’t care about him, that much he knew now. Ty would never care about him. Because, in the end, Kit meant nothing to Ty. Ty didn’t even care enough to acknowledge Kit’s words, to listen to him when he most needed to be heard.
Kit’s mouth turned down in a frown. And when he spoke, it was in a cold voice. “You shouldn’t be here.”
Ty broke Kit’s eye contact, looking out the window. Kit could see that his words had affected Ty, but only for a second, because then his face went blank again.
Behind Ty, he noticed Livvy, floating above the ground in the same white dress he had come to know her to wear.
He looked away from her, before his anger could be directed at her too. He knew it probably wasn’t her fault that they were here—and yet, he wanted it to be someone’s fault. Why else would Ty be here?
Kit was angry, and hurt, yes…but he wanted to believe that maybe they had come for him. Maybe Ty had come to ask for forgiveness, maybe he was finally going to acknowledge Kit’s words from two years ago.
Instead, Ty said “How long do you think it will take you to forgive me?”
It almost felt like Ty wanted a specific time, like he thought Kit was being ridiculous. Like he wanted to know when Kit would be done throwing a tantrum so he could show up and say ‘I told you so’ and it infuriated Kit.
But what infuriated Kit even more was that his heart was beating like crazy inside his chest. He was fighting his instinct to go to Ty, to be there for him. Ty didn’t usually like to be touched, but he liked it when Kit did it. Maybe he could hug Ty. Or maybe Ty wouldn’t feel comfortable around him anymore. Because he left, and they were both different now.
Kit was so tired of this. But he had also learned his lesson. He couldn’t be around Ty—not without feeling so much pain, so much embarrassment. He didn’t belong in Ty’s life. Ty didn’t need him; he had his siblings. He had Helen and Aline, and Mark, and Julian. He had Dru (who Kit was assuming he would be hearing from very soon, depending on whether or not Ty told her anything), and Tavvy, and his friends at the Scholomance. And he had Livvy.
There was no room in Ty’s life for Kit anymore. He was a fool to think there ever would be.
“I don’t know,” He told Ty, because truthfully, he didn’t know. His feelings were scrambled, but he knew enough to know that it still hurt like hell to even think about Ty. Being this close to Ty—it was like torture.
He felt his eyes flick to Livvy again, and this time it was almost accusing. She didn’t know what had happened between him and Ty. At least, as far as he knew, she didn’t. But he didn’t know whether Ty had ever brought it up. He hoped Ty never had. He couldn’t handle the humiliation. Every time Dru had asked him what had happened, he couldn’t tell her. He’d tried, but every time, he just couldn’t say, or text, the words.
How was he supposed to tell her, or anyone, that he’d run away from Ty when Ty had needed him most. How did he explain the betrayal, the dismissal of their friendship, of his feelings. He should’ve been able to stop Ty. If he couldn’t do that, how was he ever supposed to be anywhere near him, knowing that he’d failed to get through to Ty?
“She’s gone, Ty. She’s gone forever. You have to get through this. Your family will help you. I will help you. But not if you do this. Not if you do this, Ty.”
He focused again on Ty, really taking him in, despite his own hesitations. Ty was taller, thin but not too thin. He looked healthy. His hair looked mostly the same, maybe a little shorter. His jaw was more defined, his eyes, if possible, an even more intense gray. His shirt was unbuttoned on the top, and Kit could see the hollow of Ty’s throat. He wanted to gently kiss it so badly it felt like it was eating him up from the inside.
“But not now,” Ty said, in such a quiet voice that Kit almost didn’t hear him. Kit watched as Ty swallowed, his throat bobbing up.
A lump formed in Kit’s throat. Dear god, Ty was beautiful.
Kit shook his head, just barely, feeling like all the weight of his feelings were pushing down on his shoulders, making his whole body feel stiff and cold.
“No,” He said quietly, because if he spoke any louder, he was afraid he might break down. And he could not break down. Not in front of Ty. Never in front of Ty. “Not now.”
As he watched Ty leave, he felt empty. Hollow. Ty wouldn’t look at him, but Livvy was plainly staring. Livvy looked kind of angry at him, but she didn’t say anything to either of them.
He could’ve sworn there was a glint in Ty’s eyes, almost like tears.
But that couldn’t be right…
And then Ty was gone, Livvy with him.
Kit didn’t move, couldn’t move from where he stood. He wasn’t sure how to feel. His heart hurt, and he could feel tears forming again. But this time, he let them fall, because no one was around to see them.
“Oh Ty,” he murmured, his eyes landing on the gun again. “I wish I could forgive you. But I can’t. I just can’t. I hope you understand that.”
He picked up the gun again, and pulled out his phone so he could google how to clean it. Ty was probably right, he was definitely doing it wrong.
He forced all thoughts of Ty out of his head and busied himself with the gun yet again.
