They don’t talk. It’s not about that. They have other ways to fight their demons.
Sayid could spill every secret he had and none of it would make him feel any less alone. He knows that Desmond feels the same. Saying it out loud is like condemning himself and burdening another person in the same breath. So they don’t talk, or very rarely, and never about anything important. Instead, they touch, fingertips grazing flesh, warmth captured between them. Instead of confessing, they forget.
It’s never really gone though, the things that they’ve done, the consequences they’re hiding from and calling towards them. Instead, Sayid apologises for his sins by kissing Desmond’s collarbone in a way that makes him sigh, while Desmond pushes the darkness back by sucking on Sayid’s pulse point and feeling the life flow beneath.
They writhe and moan like they deserve it, push each other to the brink and then allow themselves to fall over. And then, it’s okay, in the moments while they breathe together and their hearts beat too fast. Because they’re not alone and they realise that fact and life isn’t simply against them. It’s all still worth fighting for. They can fight it together.
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Desmond/Sayid, hurt/comfort, pg-13ish
Date: 2010-04-18 07:46 pm (UTC)Sayid could spill every secret he had and none of it would make him feel any less alone. He knows that Desmond feels the same. Saying it out loud is like condemning himself and burdening another person in the same breath. So they don’t talk, or very rarely, and never about anything important. Instead, they touch, fingertips grazing flesh, warmth captured between them. Instead of confessing, they forget.
It’s never really gone though, the things that they’ve done, the consequences they’re hiding from and calling towards them. Instead, Sayid apologises for his sins by kissing Desmond’s collarbone in a way that makes him sigh, while Desmond pushes the darkness back by sucking on Sayid’s pulse point and feeling the life flow beneath.
They writhe and moan like they deserve it, push each other to the brink and then allow themselves to fall over. And then, it’s okay, in the moments while they breathe together and their hearts beat too fast. Because they’re not alone and they realise that fact and life isn’t simply against them. It’s all still worth fighting for. They can fight it together.