CAN YOU KEEP ME CLOSE,
He was late.
Weeks. Months. It was a muddled mess of how much time had passed since he’d holed himself up in that far off realm with a smile and a promise to reunite soon. He carved out a mundane life for himself, settled into a rented room, and pretended that he would be okay. Making peace with himself was no easy task, and not having Liam by his side made it all the more difficult. But he’d tried.
Day in and day out he fell into a routine, told himself that he would leave soon. There was no place in any realm or land that Liam could run to that bucky wouldn’t know to follow. But day after day he would linger just a little bit longer. He would make up an excuse that he would tell himself, and ignore the ache in his heart. This wasn’t the life that Bucky wanted, but he’d needed more to finally give him that final push out the door.
It had started with a simple restlessness. He couldn’t sleep, and while this happened often there was something notably different about these unruly nights. He would catch himself reaching out, seeking the warmth of someone who wasn’t there.
Then in the busy market places, with a basket at his side and a cloak over his shoulders, he would hear his name being called in a familiar voice. Countless times he would turn in the hopes that Liam had come to him, only to be met with a crowd of too many faces but not the one he was searching for.
Bucky realized some days later that he was missing Liam. What he was feeling was a deeply seated need to return to his childhood friend's side, to press his face against that solid shoulder once more, and breathe in that well-known scent. No matter how much he tried to convince himself that these lands, and the four walls around him would do, there was no mistaking the lie. Liam was and always had been the star beckoning him home. Unsurprisingly there was very little that he thought to bring with him. He owned nothing of value, so with no fanfare he’d set off.
It had taken him a bit of time, but like always Bucky found who he had been looking for.
The wide stretch of field allowed him to see the back of the familiar figure before he descended down the small crest. It was enough to leave the scarred stallion breathless. A simple glance was all it took and his heart was soaring in his chest, leaving him light-footed as he picked up his pace. Finally, after all this time he would be home again. That empty hole carved out deep inside of him would be mended, and all Bucky could think is that he was a fool to have thought he was better off alone.
No. No, this is what he needed — who he needed.
“Surely you’re not expectin’ to take a nap now, are ya?” he called out softly — warmly.
@Liam
Weeks. Months. It was a muddled mess of how much time had passed since he’d holed himself up in that far off realm with a smile and a promise to reunite soon. He carved out a mundane life for himself, settled into a rented room, and pretended that he would be okay. Making peace with himself was no easy task, and not having Liam by his side made it all the more difficult. But he’d tried.
Day in and day out he fell into a routine, told himself that he would leave soon. There was no place in any realm or land that Liam could run to that bucky wouldn’t know to follow. But day after day he would linger just a little bit longer. He would make up an excuse that he would tell himself, and ignore the ache in his heart. This wasn’t the life that Bucky wanted, but he’d needed more to finally give him that final push out the door.
It had started with a simple restlessness. He couldn’t sleep, and while this happened often there was something notably different about these unruly nights. He would catch himself reaching out, seeking the warmth of someone who wasn’t there.
Then in the busy market places, with a basket at his side and a cloak over his shoulders, he would hear his name being called in a familiar voice. Countless times he would turn in the hopes that Liam had come to him, only to be met with a crowd of too many faces but not the one he was searching for.
Bucky realized some days later that he was missing Liam. What he was feeling was a deeply seated need to return to his childhood friend's side, to press his face against that solid shoulder once more, and breathe in that well-known scent. No matter how much he tried to convince himself that these lands, and the four walls around him would do, there was no mistaking the lie. Liam was and always had been the star beckoning him home. Unsurprisingly there was very little that he thought to bring with him. He owned nothing of value, so with no fanfare he’d set off.
It had taken him a bit of time, but like always Bucky found who he had been looking for.
The wide stretch of field allowed him to see the back of the familiar figure before he descended down the small crest. It was enough to leave the scarred stallion breathless. A simple glance was all it took and his heart was soaring in his chest, leaving him light-footed as he picked up his pace. Finally, after all this time he would be home again. That empty hole carved out deep inside of him would be mended, and all Bucky could think is that he was a fool to have thought he was better off alone.
No. No, this is what he needed — who he needed.
“Surely you’re not expectin’ to take a nap now, are ya?” he called out softly — warmly.
@Liam
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