thoughts on burakhovsky as old/er men? like, the two of them 20-30 years post-canon.......... gay elders era..........
if you knew if you knew if you knewwwww i think about it saur myuch... i always go back and forth about what i want Their Living Arrangements to be but in their big age i think dankovsky either lives full-time or is around most of the time at burakh's house [now his too] because the bed is big and high and comfortable [and burakh's always been vaguely aware there are chances he might have been conceived in it but that made them laugh at 30 and it will make them heartily chuckle at 55] and they can both get inside it with their creaky bones. i think they still often see The Horrors flashing before their eyes i think it never goes away but even in their older age they find how to comfort each other. the blanky.
they're normal about each other's hands [see: "gentle hands of a surgeon", see: whatever the fuck that paragraph was about the hands in fic of mine] and as they age and the skin becomes thinner and the veins more apparent they're both oh so reverent about all the specks and the nicks and the small chemical burns and the decades-old scratches and cuts. kind kisses on the age spots that have appeared on the back of the hands, on the arms.
they've been navigating pain and trauma for decades together they found then and they still find now how to care for the other, and the weird way old phantom stitches itch at night... still... and again...
dankovsky has always indulged in fancy robes but as he ages he doubles down... more silk for the man... burakh pretends he does not understand his fancies but by god he will pet that soft fabric as he would skin. i think they've laid off cigarettes and booze; burakh still indulges in a twyre pipe from time to time, but dankovsky has doubled down on being a Tea Enjoyer, and thoroughly puled burakh in...
they creak and crack in all places but they will wash each other's hair still. as long as there is a little chair to sit.














