feyland:So I stayed in the darkness with youJehanparnasse Week - Day 3 - Chiaroscuro(Cw: Depression)

feyland:So I stayed in the darkness with youJehanparnasse Week - Day 3 - Chiaroscuro(Cw: Depression)Read on AO3They hadn’t heard him enter the apartment - key or not, he still moved with the silence of a thief. It was only when the yellow light of the hallway fell across their bed in a strip that Jehan realized they were no longer alone. “Jehan?” said Montparnasse softly.“Hi,” they said, and it came out in a muffled sob. Most of their head was under their pillow, cracked just enough for the breath coming hard and shuddering out of their lungs. An old quilt covered their legs, and they had pulled it up to their chest to clutch. The rest of their torso and arms were bare, and the dim light illuminated the curve of their pale waist and shoulder, the skin standing out white in the surrounding darkness. “Do you want to be alone?” Montparnasse asked. Many times, he had retreated at Jehan’s request when the dark embrace of their depression made no room for any other lover. Many times, he had sat on the hardwood floor outside their bedroom door, listening to the weeping he could not stopper. Too many times, there was nothing he could do..“No.” The response was barely a whisper but it was all Montparnasse needed to shut the bedroom door and cross the room to them.“Wait,” said Jehan. “Can you open the curtains?” Montparnasse did. The evening was still young, though January had dispelled the daylight several hours earlier. Still, the moon, nearly full, had made its way into the sky, if only to watch over Jehan. Silver-blue moonlight fell softly, parting the blackness of the room and softening the sharpness of Jehan’s form, still half-obscured. Montparnasse watched their body as they let out a shaky sigh, and he moved to the bed, slipping off his shoes and jacket, making himself as soft as possibly as he folded himself around Jehan. They moved their head out from under the pillow as he began to stroke their hair gently, leaning into his touch. He brushed the tangled strands out of their face. The hair was damp with tears that did not stop even as Montparnasse held Jehan. He let them cry, and he didn’t say a word. -- source link

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