will you hold me when the curtains close
Good evening, I’m here, I’m tired, and I’m finally delivering another gift! In the @sanderssides-secretsanta I was paired with the wonderful @mallowmocha, which was a treat, since they’re also a mutual of mine! Hi, Mal, I wrote you an entirely-too-long piece of logince, I hope you like it! And happy new year, since I was very late with this gift, apologies!
(Title is from In My Arms by Illenium. This fic is on Ao3 here.)
Pairings: romantic Logince
Warnings: blood, injury, talks of death, fighting and arguing, a bit of panic and anxiety, sleep deprivation, some implied touch-starvation, kissing
Roman had almost died seventeen times.
He kept a tally, at first in his head and eventually on paper, at first out of habit and eventually just to keep things organized. Some of them were small–a fight gone wrong, a punch missed, a failed rescue mission. Some of them left him stumbling into his bedroom at three in the morning, blood dripping onto the floor, knowing he would miss another day of college as he patched himself up for the next patrol.
For each, he wrote the date and incident in his notebook, and beneath it whatever he’d done wrong.
That was the only way to learn. It was the only way to look at his mistakes and find a way to keep going. He’d never been much good at anything except fighting. He couldn’t fail at that, too.
Roman had almost died seventeen times, and every time, he figured out a way to keep going.
This, though? Well, it was definitely pushing the limits.
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