That the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow

[fingerstripes]

who: Dick Grayson and Wanda Maximoff
what: Truths are shared
when: end of August
where: A ROOFTOP
warnings: Drama, angst, will update as needed



[ He's on the appointed rooftop shortly before seven, hands tucked into pockets, leather jacket buttoned all the way up despite the tropical weather. Rather than hover by the stairwell he waits by the ledge itself, watching the sun go down over the skyline as if that's the only thing he's here for. The lines of tension are in his posture if you know where to look, but his expression is smoothed over. Nothing offered or given away.

He'd promised her the truth. He'd promised her honesty. Whatever she does with that is up to her.

Maybe if he tells himself that enough the world will feel a little less like it's about to come crashing down around him. ]

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[fingerstripes]

[ A little tremor goes through him that's not quite fear, and his arms come around her, folding her back into his embrace.

Because in his heart he'd believed that too. He’d believed that, and he hadn't known until this moment just how much he wants anything but that.

How much he wants this. Just this. ]

You’re gonna have to work a little harder than that. [ Breathed out in a rough little laugh. He squeezes a little tighter, kisses her temple, then cheek. ]

I don’t want this to be over. [ Softly, like a confession. ]

[divulsion]

[In the aftermath of his tremor, she trembles as well, leaning into the kisses to her temple and her cheek as if they were sustenance. As if they could give her the strength she needs now to stay standing with him. Clinging to him tightly, she shakes her head.]

I don't want this to be over either. What you told me...it's part of you, and I accept all that you are.

[If this falls apart between them, it won't be now because of her. What she feels for him is too strong, too important to let him go just because he had secrets.

What she feels for him...

What she feels for him...

Wanda's mind reaches the edges of a realization and she closes her eyes with a sigh.]

So...we're okay then?

[fingerstripes]

Yeah. [ He hides a smile in her hair, then leans in at last to steal the kiss he wants. The tension eases out of him, leaving almost dizzying relief in its wake. ]

We’re okay.