hatched
Now it's not what Poe did that doesn't let him sleep, it's what he meant. It's what they could've become through each other that keeps Edgar awake. What he could've done for Poe if he’d allowed it. What Poe could've taught him if he'd listened.
What Poe's very existence screamed in silence to him every moment they shared together. What Poe made impossible for him to ignore and what he repeated back to Poe with a bitter tone, feeling raw. Too seen.
Why couldn't you just be what you were meant to be?
Words: 6101 (oneshot)
Warnings: existential (light?) angst, im making it seem like its heavy i promise its not, its just. a lot i think. also the allans are a bit shit
Tags: Crying, Gender Dysphoria, Character Study, Introspection, Angst and Feels, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Touch-Starved, if u squint, Friendship, Platonic Cuddling, Grief/Mourning, Eventual Happy Ending (more silly ones on ao3)
Author's note: i love edgar. and i think his character has gone through so much already. so naturaly i will 100% project and put him in as many Situations as possible . enjoy !
