[I’m not a saint, but do I have to be?]
“So incredibly an arse more like,” Zolf says huffily, and Wilde can’t help but lose it at that, exploding into merry peals of helpless laughter that ring over the freezing cliff. Zolf stares at him indignantly for half a second, and then he breaks too, and Wilde clutches his hands as they catch each other’s eyes and lose it all over again; two grown men giggling like children, helpless and manic with all they’ve seen, sitting together at the darkening edge of the world and holding each other like they might either fall off or fall apart if they let go.
“Oh, gods,” Wilde says breathlessly, dizzy from laughing, “you brought me back from the dead by promising me a vacation...”
(In which Wilde learns what he wants, and together they find out how to ask for it.)
(Podfic of baby you’re my holy ghost (and i need you close, come back to me) by shofics)
thanks shofics for having blanket permission to podfic this! every part of this fic was such a joy to record and such a lovely thing to work on while being stuck inside because of the panini. do give them some love if you enjoyed the story
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