#kit-ty

this is def happening. this is not me reading too much into things. this is me proving all u nonbelievers right

—queen of air and darkness

(and I don't think my heart can handle it)

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Kit Rook slept in the infirmary bed next to Ty. It was always a restless, uncomfortable sleep, for every time Tiberius would move in even the slightest of ways, Kit would wake up and wonder if Ty was finally awake. Kit sat up in his infirmary bed. Today was Livvy’s funeral, and Kit missed her. If she were alive, she would be able to distract him from Ty in the bed next to him. Of course, if Livia were alive, Ty probably wouldn’t even be asleep. He glanced at Ty. “Good morning,” Kit whispered to him. He looked the same as he always did, Kit thought glumly. Kit stretched as he got out of his bed and went towards the pitcher of water on the counter a few feet away. Pouring himself a glass, he turned to lean against the counter and stared at Ty. Ty was - Tiberius was moving! The most movement Kit had seen yet! He usually only tossed his head from side to side, but now he rolled from lying on his back to his right side so his back was to Kit. To anyone else, this development would seem disappointing, but Kit thought it was the greatest thing in the world. Kit wondered if it was selfish of him to want Ty to wake up, because he knew how hard he would feel Livvy’s death. His water forgotten, he walked over to the chair he had set up on Ty’s right side. He sat in the chair, picking up Ty’s first edition Sherlock Holmes he had placed in the seat, and opened it up to the page he had stopped at yesterday. Kit had thought that even though Ty was asleep, it would help his dreams and just maybe, when he heard Kit’s voice, he would decide to wake up. After two days of him reading and Ty showing absolutely no sign of hearing him at all, Kit had thrown the book at a wall in frustration. At the noise, Ty had shifted in his sleep, making a slight face of discomfort. Today, before he resumed his chapter, Kit decided to just talk to Ty. “I really have no idea if you can hear me or not, and I’m not sure if I even want you to be able to, because what I’m about to say is something I never would have thought you’d hear. “Today is Livia’s funeral. I’m not sure if you even saw her... die - no one could tell me if you did or didn’t, they just knew you collapsed around the time she did - but she was helping Julian, her family, and I think that’s a good way for her to… go out.” Kit cleared his throat. “They, your family, I mean, wanted to wait for you to wake up for the funeral, but the Silent Brothers told us that this is the last day they could have an honorable Shadowhunter memorial. “Yeah, I thought that was pretty insensitive, too. And in case you were wondering: no, I’m not going to the funeral. I don’t have any white clothes, and… I don’t think it would feel right to go without you. Do you remember when I said I would miss you if you went to the Scholomance?” Tears welled in his eyes. He wiped them away furiously. “Well, I meant it, because the Scholomance is far away, but I never thought I’d miss you when you’re right in front of me. Come back, please, Ty. I know it’s hard, and it will be hard for a while, but please come back.” Ty turned onto his back again. “Livvy….” he murmured, his head moving back and forth, before stopping as suddenly as he had started. The steady rise and fall of his chest was the only sign he was alive. Two tears he didn’t realize had formed fell down his cheeks. “Yeah,” Kit agreed faintly, his voice as soft as Ty’s had been, “Livvy.”