Fics like the spaces between the stars

“Is that what you really think?” There’s less bite to her words than what she would’ve wanted but Rin suddenly feels the anger bleed out of her all at once like an open wound. “That I’m not afraid every time I’m out there?” Flying was my escape, she wants to say but doesn’t. That had sounded like what you’d tell someone when you let them in, so she settles for something else. “Flying’s the only time I don’t think about dying.” “Funny,” he says, and maybe it really isn’t that funny at all because there’s gravity in his voice and in the space between them; she feels the force that must've kept them in orbit the same way tides have always turned towards the moon. Rin takes a chance when she reaches out and places her hand at the crook of his neck, spreading her palm against the hollow of his throat. Nezha swallows and Rin trails her fingers up until she reaches his lips. “I think about it all the time,” he confesses. His voice is low, the sound muffled in the palm of her hand where it cups his jaw. “And then,” Nezha continues, mouthing the words against her skin, “I think about you.” — Rin learns that there’s more to flying than fighting.

Fics like the spaces between the stars

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