[Everything is bliss for what feels like an eternity, and a part of Billy just wants to sink into it, let the darkness take him and Teddy away, because it feels so good. It's cold, yes, colder still as he lifts a hand to wrap around Teddy's at his cheek, holding it in place, but he likes it that way. He feels at home. Like the embrace of a loved one.
....
...a loved one...
Teddy's not supposed to be cold.
It's a flicker of clarity, a memory- no, a realization of how things were before, how things are supposed to be. Cuddling up during chilly winter mornings so recently past, one body finding another only inches away and drawing so close that it's as if their skin melds together. Sleepy smiles under the covers. And something else, sweet and secret and sensual, a rush of energy and sweat and it's warm, all of it's warm. The opposite of what he feels right now.
Cold is awful; he's never liked it. He's always cold, his dad used to say he has his mother's feet, but they'd always fit so perfectly under Teddy during their cuddles, who put up with it with minimal complaints, who wrapped an arm around him and held him close until he didn't feel like such a reptile anymore, who kissed his cheek and smiled at his griping and- and he-
he's so cold
The realization is piercing now, almost violently so, and with a gasp he breaks the kiss, yanking his hand down to try and pull Teddy away from his cheek, tilting his head so his lips are mere fractions of an inch away from skin. He's trembling now, the shadows flaring and receding every few seconds, and when he speaks, his voice is faint and tremulous.]
Teddy... Teddy stop... you have to stop, I can't...
[Action, June 1st]
....
...a loved one...
Teddy's not supposed to be cold.
It's a flicker of clarity, a memory- no, a realization of how things were before, how things are supposed to be. Cuddling up during chilly winter mornings so recently past, one body finding another only inches away and drawing so close that it's as if their skin melds together. Sleepy smiles under the covers. And something else, sweet and secret and sensual, a rush of energy and sweat and it's warm, all of it's warm. The opposite of what he feels right now.
Cold is awful; he's never liked it. He's always cold, his dad used to say he has his mother's feet, but they'd always fit so perfectly under Teddy during their cuddles, who put up with it with minimal complaints, who wrapped an arm around him and held him close until he didn't feel like such a reptile anymore, who kissed his cheek and smiled at his griping and- and he-
he's so cold
The realization is piercing now, almost violently so, and with a gasp he breaks the kiss, yanking his hand down to try and pull Teddy away from his cheek, tilting his head so his lips are mere fractions of an inch away from skin. He's trembling now, the shadows flaring and receding every few seconds, and when he speaks, his voice is faint and tremulous.]
Teddy... Teddy stop... you have to stop, I can't...