[ the mention of temp v makes his stomach roil. he’d taken it. ash had taken it, too, and then used it to leave him. he watches the flames move to the candles, the soft glow illuminating the shroud of despair coating the room. he should give that to ash. a proper burial, or at least the closest thing he can get to it. if tim can thaw the ground, embry can dig no matter how cold it is, no matter if he has to deal with revenants at the same time. he can break up his own former gravesite, because it’s fucking weird to keep seeing it.
his fingers curl in the fabric of ash’s shirt, tensing with the knowledge that he’d have to let him out of this room first. he’d have to stop sitting at his side, stop talking to his corpse, stop sleeping with his head nestled against a dead man. ]
Not yet. [ his expression is almost pleading. ] I will. But I need more time.
[ he brings the candle close to ash’s side, the warm shadows dancing across the planes of his still face, playing at the mockery of life. there’s never a time when ash doesn’t look handsome to him, not even in death, which probably makes him demented as fuck. tim’s hand curling firmly around his is nearly the thing that undoes him, his breath tightening, as if none of these moments become real except in the rare instances that living human contact grounds him. pain returns to him, and he almost pulls away. ]
You better fucking appreciate this. [ muttered down to ash’s face. then, louder — ] Yeah, I’m ready.
[ He nods, his lips a tight line. Tim can leave it without pushing for a day or two. He knows Embry to be far more sensitive than he wants people to believe, to imagine slights where there are none, to act selfishly out of love. Ash will forgive him, even if God won’t. Whether he’ll forgive Tim for enabling this madness, he doesn’t know. Maybe not. It’s a risk he’s willing to take, because Embry is alive no matter how cold he feels in Tim’s hand, and he needs support right now, not eventually, when this is over.
If this will ever be over.
Tim makes the sign of the cross over himself and lets out a final, shaky breath, before he begins. ]
Lord Jesus Christ, with your three days in the tomb, you hallowed the graves of all who believe in you, and made the grave a sign of hope, even as it takes our mortal bodies. Grant that our brother Ash sleeps in peace until you awaken him to glory, for you are the resurrection and the life. Then he, ah... he’ll know the light and the splendor of God. For you live, and reign, forever. And ever.
[ Paraphrased, partially forgotten, and made perverse with the knowledge that when Ash does awaken, it will be right back here in Saltburnt instead of the eternal paradise that they were promised. It doesn’t feel like enough. But what could? Biting his lip, Tim blinks away tears before looking at Embry. ]
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Date: 2025-02-22 06:31 pm (UTC)his fingers curl in the fabric of ash’s shirt, tensing with the knowledge that he’d have to let him out of this room first. he’d have to stop sitting at his side, stop talking to his corpse, stop sleeping with his head nestled against a dead man. ]
Not yet. [ his expression is almost pleading. ] I will. But I need more time.
[ he brings the candle close to ash’s side, the warm shadows dancing across the planes of his still face, playing at the mockery of life. there’s never a time when ash doesn’t look handsome to him, not even in death, which probably makes him demented as fuck. tim’s hand curling firmly around his is nearly the thing that undoes him, his breath tightening, as if none of these moments become real except in the rare instances that living human contact grounds him. pain returns to him, and he almost pulls away. ]
You better fucking appreciate this. [ muttered down to ash’s face. then, louder — ] Yeah, I’m ready.
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Date: 2025-02-24 06:46 pm (UTC)If this will ever be over.
Tim makes the sign of the cross over himself and lets out a final, shaky breath, before he begins. ]
Lord Jesus Christ, with your three days in the tomb, you hallowed the graves of all who believe in you, and made the grave a sign of hope, even as it takes our mortal bodies. Grant that our brother Ash sleeps in peace until you awaken him to glory, for you are the resurrection and the life. Then he, ah... he’ll know the light and the splendor of God. For you live, and reign, forever. And ever.
[ Paraphrased, partially forgotten, and made perverse with the knowledge that when Ash does awaken, it will be right back here in Saltburnt instead of the eternal paradise that they were promised. It doesn’t feel like enough. But what could? Biting his lip, Tim blinks away tears before looking at Embry. ]
Do you want to say anything?