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Living Nameless, Until You Find Me

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One bleeds, and cries, and dies, until the heavy echo of the container opens and sunlight floods in. Their heart is a chilling staccato in their chest, buzzing and swelling in their throat - until rough, hardened hands and squinty eyes arrive to hold their pieces together.

They can't sleep - never could, even Before - but sometimes they close their eyes and heat blooms at their side, and they know he's come to rest, too.

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Someone broken and grieving and so, so alone learns what it means to be whole again. Their sorrow scorches their tear ducts and splinters the streets below, but that's okay. It is - because sweet, honeyed hands are a balm on their rosy cheeks, their bubbled scars. Their torment is wiped away until all they feel are soft, sunny fingers and pillowed palms. They think this must be love. It swells in their chest and clogs in their throat, and they cry again - because they think this feels like home.

 

A fic about healing and found family, featuring a very sweet and genuine slow burn -all through the eyes of my incredibly fleshed out OC. Slow and steady heals the heart and soothes the soul, as they say.

EDIT 1/7/24: Fixing up chapters 2-5, so they may not flow the best atm.

Words: 528808, Chapters: 59/?, Language: English


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