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“I promise this is real,” Madara murmurs. He shudders at the kiss pressed to his temple, broad hand gently stroking his hair, cradling his head. “I’m here with you now. I won’t ever leave.”
The pounding ache in his skull sinks its claws deeper, vision fuzzy around the edges. He can’t breathe like this. His mouth tastes of grave dirt and ash. His fingers draw tighter. The cloth feels dusty beneath his hands, sand slipping through his fingers, gritty on his skin.
This position is familiar by now. Stuck in a cage of flesh, bone, and sinew that wound its loving arms around him, that rubbed soothing circles on his back. Poison filters through his ears. It’s a slow decay. A controlled fall.
He takes a breath.
“This is never going to end.” It’s an absent-minded remark. A reconciliation of two conflicting halves, however brief. He’s ripped free from the embrace.
There is no happy ending to be had.