#thymegorya

“Both of my trembling hands went up to cup her perfect, oh so beloved face. My voice was somehow steadier than my hands as I asked her my question. Do you love me as much as you hate me?” -- r.k. lilley

I’m sick of the lack of Thyme Gorya fanfiction so I did a thing 😭 so sorry for any grammar/spelling errors

Just an FYI- Her brother was crashing in the living room, binging anything and everything he could find since it was a Friday night.

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“What are you thinking about?” She questioned softly, rolling over in bed and switching the phone to rest on her right ear.

It was the same phone he pressed into her hands earlier today, his expression both defiant and pleading at her initial refusal to accept it.

He had yet to answer her question.

“Thyme?” Her heart seemed to react on its own, fluttering at his whispered name in the darkness of her room.

“You,” he rasped. His voice was raw, like his mind hadn’t fully decided to answer her before his lips formed the confession.

Something warm and unfamiliar spread through her stomach and the flutters in her heart took flight.

“What-what about me?”

“You like Ren.”

It wasn’t a question and it filled her with anxiety.

Why would he say that? Why in this moment? Why in that voice? Was he trying to say he’d step back?

She didn’t-

Damnit.

She didn’t know what she felt for Ren anymore, but he never gave her this dizzying, frustrating, vibrant feeling that pulsed through her when she was with Thyme.

“Thy-“

“You like Ren,” he interrupted, “but I can’t be the bigger person here Gorya, at least not yet.” He exhaled a shaky breath and continued.

“I want to be a better person. For you, for me, for everyone I care about. You make me need to be better. Someone you would be proud to have standing by your side. I’ve been selfish my entire life and I don’t want to be that way anymore. I’ll do everything in my power to be selfless in everything that I do. But,” she closed her eyes when he paused, “but not with this. Not with you. I don’t know if that makes me a terrible person or a terrible friend, but I won’t give you up. Not to him or anyone else. This is the only thing I can’t be selfless with. Because if being the bigger person means losing you, then I can’t be that person.”

Her breathing was erratic, unable to control itself in the face of his honesty.

“Thyme,” his name was almost a plea. The anxiety that filled her earlier was replaced with a frantic need to see him, to feel his hands engulf hers.

Or maybe she needed to hit him. For giving her emotional whiplash, for being an idiot, for making her fall deeper into this big, scary, unknown feeling that’s threatening to change her life to it’s very core.

She wasn’t sure why she needed to see him, all she knew was that she just wanted to be with him in this moment.

“Hmmm?” He hummed.

“I hate you,” she sniffed, “I hate you so so much.”

He chuckled softly. “I kno-“

“Don’t,” it was her turn to interrupt, “don’t give me up. I need you to keep being selfish with this. Please.”

Her confession shocked them then both- what it implied, the weight it carried- and the lingering silence grew heavy.

“Thyme?”

“I’m coming to see you,” His abrupt response was followed by the sounds of movement and rustling clothes.

“What?” She scrambled to sit upright, her heart pounding in excitement and fear, “now? You can’t!” Her whispered yell still seemed too loud for her quiet, sleeping home.

“I’m already out the house.”

“Thyme, you idiot, go back inside.”

He didn’t respond but she heard the distinct sound of a car door slamming

“Thyme I swear to god if you show up here I will murder you!”

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That was how the midnight moon remembered them, childish and bickering.....and already so in love, though neither seemed to realize it yet.

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If Thyme had reverted back to his old self, he would have retaliated but his promise of non violence to Gorya held him back. Even though Thyme thought that he could be ruthless and uncaring again, Gorya had suffused too much in him, his mind, his heart, his very self that he no matter how much he tried, consciously or subconsciously, he held onto his self that had developed with Gorya.