beautiful or creative; divinely inspired; peaceful and perfect
When Gob sleeps, Tony's eyes start to burn because he forgets how to close them. It's dark, save light in the corner of the room.
(Gob will never admit he needs to sleep with a light on to anyone but Tony. Not even Michael. And he's hardly ever afraid to overshare with his brother.)
But Gob's features are soft and he's almost smiling, his lips are upturned just a fraction. Tony notices all the marks on Gob's face, every line. And he smiles.
Gob's chest rises and falls, uneven though he's completely asleep. And it takes a lot for Tony to break the fallen silence, because it's just so... nice.
"I love you," He whispers, and the words roll off his tongue. He's never said that before.
Gob winces when he wakes up every morning, curls against himself a little before he pushes himself against the headboard of the bed. Tony's late to bed, early to wake. And the only reason is so that he can see Gob's tired smile and bright eyes. He yawns and his eyes fill with tears.
"You're up early," He says. He always says.
Tony smiles.
"I always am."
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ceaseless ; a collection of short blunder works
FanfictionIt's a lot, to fall in love. And it's even more to admit that you've done just that.
