Date: 2017-01-09 05:46 am (UTC)
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"I don't care if you aren't fighting for me in saloons, this time around," he cries into John's neck. His head is buried there, wetness starting to seep out from the site once more. His hands are claws, digging into his back, refusing to let Goody move even an inch away. "You help me by being here. You help me by being safe and being here and...please. Please don't risk your life again. I won't survive it. I can't lose you again."

His head pulls back, eyes red and swollen as he looks at Goody.

"I promised then that I would protect you. I promised I would keep the owl away and keep you safe and I failed. Do you know how you died?" His face contorted with pain, eyes shutting so hard that he saw spots against the darkness of his lids. "Eight shots in your torso. You fell from the tower down onto the hard ground. You might have been alive as you hit. As you toppled down, breaking bones along the way. And when you died, you died alone. We both died alone. I promised that I was going to protect you and I failed. I failed then and I can't... I can't fail when I have been given a second chance."

His eyes open, forehead pressing into his lover's, body shaking from the emotion he's barely reigning in. "You can't promise me that you'll be safe. You can't promise that. You don't know. You can never know." His fingertips are leaving ten bruises on Goody's back, but he can't let go. "You're my world, Goody. If I lose you, I lose everything."
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