[ Andyr spends his life refusing to relax, stop fighting and just heal. most days, taking a break from that relentlessness of his personality feels uncomfortable, like there's something he's neglecting, something he should be doing, but here, when he's been broken down to the base of him, feels like a scared, seventeen year old boy locked away in a cell with no mother, no father and no sister - no one coming to get him - it's as if it's his only relief. he's only fortunate, this time, to have bucky here, and to foster the kind of trust for this man that allows him to put himself in his hands and let go.
soft kisses against his jaw, arms circling his body and careful words at his ear, it's more gentle than likely anyone outside this room would believe bucky barnes could still be, and it's everything Andyr needs to sink into right now. a quiet sigh, like a exhale that breathes out the last of his holds on himself, deflate him some, and andyr goes where he's led, letting bucky's words wash over him, and willing himself to put absolute faith into those small promises. ]
Okay. [ a whispered murmur, almost trance-like, as his body eases down to the mattress that gives comfortably under his weight, feeling the dip when Bucky crawls in along with him, and Andyr doesn't seem to want to take his hands off him. always touching at some point, be it a hand on his arm, gripping a wrist, or both arms looped over his shoulders, when they settle, gravitating towards him like his body alone is a safe haven. as if he could crawl in and nestle somewhere between his ribs, and stay, warm and hidden and protected, close to everything else vital to bucky. ]
You came for me. [ the words are murmured against bucky's neck, near the hollow of his throat, as andyr's hands pull at his clothes carefully. he'd been too lost in his head to say it earlier, but he'd realized it then. bucky's the only one who's ever come for him. when the Houses took him, he had no family left, no father who would commit his every waking moment to getting his son back, and the people of his neighborhood, no matter how much they may have been fond of him or appreciated him, would all step back when the line of Hapsburg soldiers appeared. it had been a whispered chant in the back of his mind the entire six and a half years he was sealed in that cell, or strapped to the operation tables, only growing louder when the screams started - no one's coming for you, no one's missing you, because no one cares.
but bucky had. ]
You came for me. [ Andyr rasps again, this time touched with emotion, hoarse with his throat constricting, an ache that comes with that familiar surge of tears wanting to push out from him, and he closes his eyes tight, seeking out bucky's lips, kissing him with all of that stunned gratitude and need pressed into it, gasping when his lips part, fingers in bucky's hair pulling at him. needing so much more of him. ]
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soft kisses against his jaw, arms circling his body and careful words at his ear, it's more gentle than likely anyone outside this room would believe bucky barnes could still be, and it's everything Andyr needs to sink into right now. a quiet sigh, like a exhale that breathes out the last of his holds on himself, deflate him some, and andyr goes where he's led, letting bucky's words wash over him, and willing himself to put absolute faith into those small promises. ]
Okay. [ a whispered murmur, almost trance-like, as his body eases down to the mattress that gives comfortably under his weight, feeling the dip when Bucky crawls in along with him, and Andyr doesn't seem to want to take his hands off him. always touching at some point, be it a hand on his arm, gripping a wrist, or both arms looped over his shoulders, when they settle, gravitating towards him like his body alone is a safe haven. as if he could crawl in and nestle somewhere between his ribs, and stay, warm and hidden and protected, close to everything else vital to bucky. ]
You came for me. [ the words are murmured against bucky's neck, near the hollow of his throat, as andyr's hands pull at his clothes carefully. he'd been too lost in his head to say it earlier, but he'd realized it then. bucky's the only one who's ever come for him. when the Houses took him, he had no family left, no father who would commit his every waking moment to getting his son back, and the people of his neighborhood, no matter how much they may have been fond of him or appreciated him, would all step back when the line of Hapsburg soldiers appeared. it had been a whispered chant in the back of his mind the entire six and a half years he was sealed in that cell, or strapped to the operation tables, only growing louder when the screams started - no one's coming for you, no one's missing you, because no one cares.
but bucky had. ]
You came for me. [ Andyr rasps again, this time touched with emotion, hoarse with his throat constricting, an ache that comes with that familiar surge of tears wanting to push out from him, and he closes his eyes tight, seeking out bucky's lips, kissing him with all of that stunned gratitude and need pressed into it, gasping when his lips part, fingers in bucky's hair pulling at him. needing so much more of him. ]