forum Crushing Hearts [Repost] (1/1)

Started April 05, 2023 by @RhysTheFirebird group

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Arthur let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding, and kissed Cyrin's forehead again. "I'd, uh…. I'd like that."
Cyrin pressed closer, and Arthur tightened his arms, melding their bodies together as much as he comfortably could. "We can sleep out here, though…. my bed is plenty big enough." That sounded like he was making a move, which wasn't what he'd meant, but he let it stand.

Cyrin snuggles into Arthur, nestling into him and relaxing as he pulls him closer. He smiles slightly, laughing softly and looks at Arthur, “I’m fine in either place, I’m not picky.” He murmurs, closing his eyes and resting his forehead back on Arthur’s shoulder.

Arthur chuckles. "You sure about that? You're kinda particular about your likes and dislikes." He shifted so that Cyrin would be more comfortable, before going on.
"Like, uh… do you have a thing about heights?" He couldn't remember if they'd talked about this before, or if it was just something he'd picked up on.

Cyrin hums, “Yes, I’m sure.” He mumbles, closing his eyes. He tenses at the mention of heights, and looks at Arthur, “Well. . .” He bites his lip, looking away, “Kinda. . .” He mumbles, “I. . . I’m afraid of man made heights. Specially man made.”

He shifts slightly, “I can stand, or even sit, on a cliff for hours, but a plane or a tall building?” He shakes his head.

Arthur tightened his arms a bit, doing his best to make Cyrin feel safe and secure. He held eye contact while Cyrin looked at him, and didn't push for it once the dancer looked away. "Any particular reason for that? You don't have to tell me if it's like, some traumatic story that happened to you when you were a kid or something." He did want to know, but prying would get him nowhere.

Cyrin shakes his head, No, not really. But irrational fears will be irrational." He smiles, laughing softly. "I thinks it's that I don't feel stable or something. I don't really know." He sighs softly, pressing his face into Arthurs shoulder more.

"That makes sense. Doesn't have to be rational to be real." Arthur personally thought it was silly, but he wasn't about to say that.
They stayed there, cuddled up and holding each other, for a long quiet moment. Eventually, Arthur's breathing began to slow as he relaxed and started to drift off.

(Sorry for the long silence, something had come up)

Cyrin hums softly, closing his eyes. He yawns slightly, lifting his hand to rub at his face. He wondered why he was so tired, he hadn’t really done anything besides move boxes and go out to eat lunch. It wasn’t even that late yet, and he’d usual stayed up later doing much more taxing thing to his body. Such as dancing for hours on end. He didn’t mind it though, he felt comfortable. Maybe not completely safe, not yet, but comfortable.

(youre ok, ive done it to you plenty. Hope everythings ok)

(also, I think they were out for supper, so its later. The conversation in the restaurant took a while. Not that it makes a huge difference, but just so we're on the same page)

Arthur was asleep by the time Cyrin moved, and all it did was serve to cause him to snuggle in closer. Cyrin was taller, which meant in order for Arthur to hold him, they had to be essentially laying on top of each other. At least at a bit of a slanted angle, anyway.
So when Cyrin moved his hands, Arthur gently pulled their bodies flush. His breathing didn't change, and he didn't open his eyes, clearly still out.

(I think it was a late lunch and early dinner- lol)

Cyrin felt his face heat slightly, and he holds onto Arthur for a moment. He closes his eyes and then shifts slightly, trying to roll over so Arthur was on top of him. Though, it was difficult on the couch, and after a moment, he gave up and poked Arthur gently.

(thumbs up)

Arthur woke up slowly, blinking at Cyrin. "Oh, hi… didn't mean to fall asleep on you exactly… haven't been sleeping real well and you're comfy." He sat up, blinking. "Am I squishing you? I'm sorry…"

“No. . . You’re not, I just wanted to go somewhere more comfortable than the couch? I feel like I’m the one doing the squishing.” He laughs softly, grinning. He sits up with Arthur, running his hand through his hair and yawning.

Arthur shook his head sleepily. "You're not squishing me, you're lightweight." He stood up, doing the stumble of someone still half asleep, and gently pulled Cyrin with him by his hand. "My bed is bigger, come with me?" He nodded towards his bedroom.

Arthur was truly sleepy. But Sixclaw was awake, and was aware that if he could get Cyrin to go to sleep with him, the cycle could start. The way Arthur had played it, it may even be successful, who knew…

Cyrin yawns softly, and smiles slightly at Arthur. "Lightweight? That's good I suppose." He followed Arthur at the slight tug on his hand, awning again. He had no clue why he was so tired, only that he was tired. "Yeah, I'll come."

His footsteps were still sure as he followed Arthur, though his movements were not as graceful as they normally were.

Arthur stumbled to his room, pushed the door open, and gently pulled Cyrin into bed with him. He wrapped his arms back around Cyrin's middle, flopped onto his side, and pulled Cyrin in close.

The room, as before, was dark and quiet, well-suited to sleep. The bed seemed more comfortable with Arthur in it, though.
He was out cold within a couple of minutes, though so part of him was aware of Cyrin still.

(Sorry about that-)

Cyrin snuggles close, resting his head on Arthur’s chest. He relaxes slowly, closing his eyes and yawning. Sleep slowly settled over him, and he eventually falls asleep, juggled close to Arthur and relaxed.

They rested, and tonight at least, things were right with the world.

………

(time skip? I can write it, just want to confirm that's what we're doing)

Over the course of the next 2 months, things progressed for Cyrin and Arthur. They went from friends with occasional benefits, to close friends, and then finally, they wound up together. They spent more and more time in each other's apartments in that time, and the bond grew.
Arthur walked with Cyrin through the investigation into his sister's death, which went on for a long time. Nothing and nobody was ever found to be guilty, leaving his family unsure and unsettled. Arthur made sure he helped Cyrin take care of them, leaving the dancer more free time to relax, and consequently, to be around him.
The job change went smoothly, and Cyrin fit right into his role. People liked him. His quiet demeanor made him less threatening to people, and the tenants of the building had no worries in asking him for help.

Arthur found that he actually managed to catch some feelings for Cyrin. The dancer won his heart in a few ways, though it would never be enough for the Revenant inside. He managed to keep things under wraps, at first to win Cyrin's trust, and then later, because he cared for him. But even so, on some of the nights they were together, Cyrin had terrible, awful nightmares. The kind that make a man wake up sweating and breathing hard. Sixclaw was sated on these, for now, but Arthur knew he'd need more. He wanted more, and his feelings could be put aside for his needs.

In fact, it seemed like that was going to happen sooner, rather than later. He couldn't shake the feeling as he came back into the building one day after a long people-watching walk.

Cyrin wondered sometimes, very rarely, over the next two months if dating was a good idea. It had nothing to do with Arthur, and solely to do with his career and life. Okay, maybe it had a bit to do with Arthur. But that was just Avdey’s whisperings into his ear. The guy was sweet, charming, funny, and, not to mention, cute.

He enjoyed the time he spent with Arthur, and his new, very relaxed, job. But he still felt like he was missing something. Something big. But he always chalked it up to be paranoia and left it at that. He felt like what he was missing was right in front of his face, so close, he could reach out and just grab it.

It was almost everyday now that he felt the loss of his sister. At first, he couldn’t believe it, and that every time his phone buzzed, it would be her, asking him some stupid question or being annoying. It never was, because she was dead, and she would never text him again bugging him about anything. Then he felt slightly relived , he would have some peace and quiet in his life. Then came the guilt that he ever felt relived. And now, it was just an overbearing loneliness.

He usually overcame these feeling by (a) dancing, or (b) spending more time with Arthur. And now that they lived in the same building, made it super easy to see him. Which he enjoyed. A lot.

He found it easy to get along with the other tenants in the building as well, enjoying helping them with their problems. Not that there were many. Like Arthur had said, it was a quiet job, and almost everything ran smoothly.

The only thing Cyrin found too troubling were the nightmares. The ones that had him waking up in the middle of the night, in a cold sweat, unable to go back to sleep. These terrified him. Not just the things in the dreams, but the fact he was having them in the first place. He didn’t normally dream, and never nightmares. And yes, he knows that you always dream, but when you ‘don’t dream’, it’s you simply not recalling the dream you had or something.

But Cyrin could remember these nightmares. Vividly and clearly. He shudders slightly, setting his water bottle down on the table and sliding down to the floor in a split. He leans forward, resting his elbows on the flor and placing his chin into his hands. He stares at the screen of his phone for a moment. What should he watch while he did useless stretches to divert his mind from the horrid nightmares?

He reaches his finger out and scrolls through Netflix and tilts his head slightly. He was getting bored with all his current shows. Maybe he would find something he didn’t normally watch. Avdey was begging him to watch this show. . . The Blacklist? He frowns and searches for it, reading the small paragraph of information about the show. Maybe. . . His gaze flicks to the time and sighs, hitting play on the show.

(He just sits there, doing the splits and watching TV on his phone- I’m sorry dude, but how? /j)