( it's never the right time or place for adam, at least when it came to love. he fumbled over his words and emotions, stumbling before their first sexual encounter had come to fruition and yet despite being labeled as apathetic, weak, a voyeur to other's life, he had pressed on. if life dealt him one defeating blow after another, he'd complain and move on despite it all. it was the same way with mariaโ every time he had opened himself up and expressed what he felt, he was bracing himself for the blow. he'd pick himself back up and move on but today?
right here in this hospital bed, covered in endless bruises, appearance far beyond disheveled and sickly? he wasn't expecting a blow. if she turned him down and found it too much of a burden to now have a partner who was traumatized beyond belief and would take some time to recover, then so be it. at least now he could rub it in that serial killer's [or torturer rather] face. he had won that shitty game and he was now actually proving he valued his life enough to actually try and live it.
as silence filled the air around them, adam gently swallowed down a nervous lump in this throat. he didn't care what her answer was because he would still love and support her regardless. all he had to do now was not pass out before the answer cameโ )
Sorry my timing isn't always the best.
( her joke is matched by his own but soon he fell silent as he felt that kiss rolling in, her answer following behind. he didn't move much for now, simply keeping his gaze on her as his future began to brighten up with hope. the darkness that filled it before, the visions of death and torture that seemed to linger were now slowly fading away. )
Really? I uh....you know when you first approached me at the club I thought you might have been messing with me. Do you know how many times I thought about that night while I was trapped? I kept thanking God that I had the courage to approach you and ask you out you know? I never fucking thought you know that we'd be here.
( his expression finally did seem to improve a bitโ in fact he was this close to telling her to bring the paperwork to the hospital. he didn't care, he just wanted to do it before anything else happened. )
I'm the luckiest guy alive really....and Mr. Whiskers is going to be our ring bearer okay?
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right here in this hospital bed, covered in endless bruises, appearance far beyond disheveled and sickly? he wasn't expecting a blow. if she turned him down and found it too much of a burden to now have a partner who was traumatized beyond belief and would take some time to recover, then so be it. at least now he could rub it in that serial killer's [or torturer rather] face. he had won that shitty game and he was now actually proving he valued his life enough to actually try and live it.
as silence filled the air around them, adam gently swallowed down a nervous lump in this throat. he didn't care what her answer was because he would still love and support her regardless. all he had to do now was not pass out before the answer cameโ )
Sorry my timing isn't always the best.
( her joke is matched by his own but soon he fell silent as he felt that kiss rolling in, her answer following behind. he didn't move much for now, simply keeping his gaze on her as his future began to brighten up with hope. the darkness that filled it before, the visions of death and torture that seemed to linger were now slowly fading away. )
Really? I uh....you know when you first approached me at the club I thought you might have been messing with me. Do you know how many times I thought about that night while I was trapped? I kept thanking God that I had the courage to approach you and ask you out you know? I never fucking thought you know that we'd be here.
( his expression finally did seem to improve a bitโ in fact he was this close to telling her to bring the paperwork to the hospital. he didn't care, he just wanted to do it before anything else happened. )
I'm the luckiest guy alive really....and Mr. Whiskers is going to be our ring bearer okay?