[ sitting with tighnari, just silently being with him is a great comfort. it can't entirely chase away the sound of the voices ringing in his ears, or the thick scent of blood in his memory, the sensation of it sloshing and sticking beneath his feet.
cyno leans back against the headboard, his bare, sweat-slicked chest rising and falling - quickly at first, but then more steadily as he comes down, as his nerves begin to settle, and all the while his hand remains bound with tighnari's, his callused palm clammy. tighnari's fingers feel warm. gentle. grounding. cyno closes his eyes, and leans his head back. ]
I remember.. before I was General, when I was still a Matra, the first time I took a life.
[ it feels so long ago now. he'd been young, barely fifteen. cyno's fingers squeeze tighnari's gently. ]
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Date: 2022-11-16 10:12 pm (UTC)cyno leans back against the headboard, his bare, sweat-slicked chest rising and falling - quickly at first, but then more steadily as he comes down, as his nerves begin to settle, and all the while his hand remains bound with tighnari's, his callused palm clammy. tighnari's fingers feel warm. gentle. grounding. cyno closes his eyes, and leans his head back. ]
I remember.. before I was General, when I was still a Matra, the first time I took a life.
[ it feels so long ago now. he'd been young, barely fifteen. cyno's fingers squeeze tighnari's gently. ]
It was just like this.