[ the sob resonates against his lips, and andyr swallows it down, kissing him deeper, holding him closer, fingers pushing through the soft waves of his hair, and cupping the back of his head delicately. ]
You're my brother.
[ and i love you, is somewhere lost in there, but even familial love is hard for either of them to push out. it's understood, at least, andyr knows it must be. mikal gets him more than anyone else, really. he must know. ]
I'm not ever leaving you, you know that? [ not until the very end. whether they make it through and out of this war or not, mikal's all he has left to really call family, and with all the memory he has of andyr's life before hapsburg, he knows the weight of that, for him. ]
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You're my brother.
[ and i love you, is somewhere lost in there, but even familial love is hard for either of them to push out. it's understood, at least, andyr knows it must be. mikal gets him more than anyone else, really. he must know. ]
I'm not ever leaving you, you know that? [ not until the very end. whether they make it through and out of this war or not, mikal's all he has left to really call family, and with all the memory he has of andyr's life before hapsburg, he knows the weight of that, for him. ]