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One year and one day. That much time had passed and yet Breach could not stop thinking about that day. That stupid, fateful day when Valorant agents burst into that Omega world radianite prison and he was made to watch as Omega Sova beat the life out of his Sova. It took his Sova one moment of letting his guard down. Even now, Breach could see how his shoulders lowered as he came to a stop in front of the cage Breach had been trapped in. Relief and hope washed over his features. His real eye softened, the blue eye focused on him more, and he smiled. But for any Sova apparently, it just took one moment of lapsed judgment to start and end a fight.
So, one year and one day later, Breach was face to face with Omega Sova again. Fracture had been stable for months, but when the fluctuations happened on their end, Breach was sent to investigate it. He had been the one to put together the information on the site after all. How could anyone have known that the portals were active again? And more than that, how would anyone have known that the portals were no longer linked? Instead, both ends of the previous teleporter joined in a completely new dimension.
That one risk ended with Breach being tossed out in a foggy forest with shadows that always seemed to move at the edges of his vision. Before he could even take a step forward, Omega Sova had lunged at him from the fog, and they fought. Bullets found their way into tree trunks and both their radianite abilities lit up the fog in bright lights and loud sounds. Perhaps that was what attracted the third party. Now, he was trapped in this small wooden prison with the very man that killed his love.
And they still shared the same fucking face.
They were not fighting now though, which confused Breach. He was on edge, but Sova seemed to be resigned to his spot on his side of their containment. He hadn’t looked at Breach at all since being trapped here. The people that took them prisoner spoke a different language and used radianite in odd ways, controlling the plants themselves to trap and restrain the two men.
“You aren’t gonna try to fight again?” Breach taunted Sova. He wanted to get a rise out of the man to see what his angle was. Was he just waiting for Breach to let down his guard before killing him? Or was he wary of how Breach had the upper hand now that they were within just a few metres of each other? A small voice in the back of Breach’s mind pointed something out to him: Sova was tired.
He had seen that same weariness cling onto his Sova’s shoulders in the early mornings before being chased off by tea and a morning workout. It was a subtle sadness that took Breach a few years to truly understand, and like instinct, he almost walked forward to hold Sova in his arms. He got as far as lifting his arms before catching himself. Instead of reaching for Sova, he crossed his arms in front of his chest. It didn’t go unnoticed by Sova though, and Breach saw the man tighten his own hold against his body. Sova was holding himself, perhaps imagining his own Breach.
What a fucked up situation they were in. Omega Breach died in a radianite explosion that was originally set off by Breach, rendering the body incapable of being resurrected by Sage. So in revenge, Omega Sova went rogue and designed a trap for Breach and Sova so that he could return the favour. And now both their other halves were gone, and neither of them seemed to have moved on. So, they looked at the face of their lover but without any of the shared memories.
“Do you really plan on staying here forever?” Breach asked after no response came the first time.
Sova shrugged and turned his head away so he was looking at the wall and nothing else. Not at Breach at least.
They both didn’t have a clue as to what was going on. The muffled sounds of talking had faded at least an hour ago, and they were still trapped here. If they didn’t start looking for a way out soon, they could run out of oxygen, or start being dehydrated, or the attackers could just choose to crush them, or anything. They did not know enough to say.
“What’s your problem? Either we fight or we call a truce until we get out of here.”
Sova practically had to drag his gaze back to Breach. “Impatient as always.”
Fuck. Breach was wholly unprepared for how familiar that voice was. The slight accent, the way the words sang out, the small smirk that followed, it was quickly overwhelming. Then, the way those eyes just searched him — it was too much. Too familiar, and yet too dangerous at the same time.
“We can call a truce.”
His words faded at the end of that, uncharacteristic for his Sova unless it had to do with… Breach. In soft moments on their shared bed, Sova would sometimes let his voice fade at the ends. Whether it was intentional or not, Sova did it without fail every time, especially when he said anything caring or loving.
Sova, this Sova, must’ve caught the recognition because he then spat out, “It is not like I can help it.”
The sudden injection of bitterness and rage woke Breach up from the memories.
“You are not the only one who wishes things to be different.” Sova looked down at his hands before tightening them into fists. He looked back up at Breach and shook his head. “You are not the only one who lost their heart.”
They fell silent. Breach had nothing to say for once, and Sova already said his part.
“Did you keep his tools?” Breach asked. He didn’t know why. At best, Sova broke down a little here. At worst, he went for Breach’s throat to shut him up permanently. However, Breach had a feeling he knew what would happen. He expected a talk. And at the end of this conversation, he expected to have been able to soften Sova up enough so that they could work together to get out of here.
Sova glared at him, but then with a long exhale, he nodded.
“You probably kept the band shirts too then? And the photos, and the post it notes, and—”
“What about you?” Sova retorted, interrupting him. His words were muffled from how he used his hands to cover his face, but the frustration was still there.
“What about me?” Breach asked. His voice cracked, and he just shook his head as Sova peeked at him over his fingertips. “I kept his cape, I moved and take care of his plants, I had to fucking fly out to his grandmother.”
That visibly shook Sova it seemed. Did he not think of that? Sova was frozen, eyes fixed on a random point in front of him.
“How…” He looked at Breach, as if asking him to just finish the question for him and answer.
Though he felt sorry for this Sova, he wanted him to fully understand what he put Breach through and break down his wariness a little more.
“How… Is she ok?”
Breach frowned at him and sat down. “You’re the one who fucking chose to kill him, remember?”
But the answer was that she did not take it well. Breach stayed for several days, and the two of them mourned, but that was it. The childhood room stayed, with dog tags as the new addition to the dresser, and the home didn’t change. Until she too passed away. Breach saw it coming, but he still tried to delay it as long as he could. Another child passing away before her was just too much though. There was nothing to fight for anymore.
“No. She… I tried to take care of her but… It’s not the same.”
Sova covered his face again as he muttered something in Russian. Then, finally sliding his hands off his face, Sova asked, “Why did you set the trap?”
Why? Because their words were at war: aggressor and the defender. They were both playing a losing game, and the ‘trap’ was just to gain another advantage. To deal another blow.
“It wasn’t for him or anyone. It was just sabotage,” Breach muttered. That was true, but at the time, he joked with Reyna that it wouldn’t hurt to get some collateral. He didn’t know what that collateral would be though, or what it would lead to. “I’d ask why you set your trap but…”
They both knew. Sova, for as much as he played the unbeatable hero, was also equally the uncontrollable monster.
“I am tired.” The announcement came from nowhere, but Sova still offered it up. Did he want Breach to wrap him up in that blue cape while holding him tight while pressing his lips against his blond hair?
That was what Breach used to do for his Sova, and he had a feeling that it would’ve worked the same on this one. Not that it would’ve brought him any real comfort. Because at the end of this mission, when they escaped and returned to their worlds, they would be separated again and walk past the same empty room to get to their bed and stare at the variety of objects left behind.
“Are you ready to break out of here?” Breach asked.
Sova nodded. “I miss… I miss you.”
Again, it was hard not to try to imagine his own Sova saying that to him. Everything was just so perfectly him. Except he was gone.
“Ja. I miss you too.”
Sova let his head hang for just a second while Breach closed his eyes. It was a special kind of hell to be trapped with each other. Enemies, lovers, gunshots, hugs. Nothing about this was simple, and yet to force it to return to what they used to be like would be to forget. And it seemed as though neither were ready for that yet.