morememoriesthanhope asked: " I was never the hero."

thefreelancerdirector:

northern-dakota:

thefreelancerdirector:

northern-dakota:

northern-dakota:

"Not if you keep talking like that. You should at least try, sir." The agent frowned. Sympathizing with the man obviously hadn’t helped in the past, so perhaps taking a different line of approach would get a reaction. A positive one, hopefully. 

His touches sent shivers up his back. It was a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time, he simply didn’t have time to while in Project Freelancer. The way the man’s hands shook worried him slightly, if he was being honest. He didn’t want to push him into something he wasn’t ready for. From the things he recently learned about the Director, finding a new romance probably wasn’t something he had prepared for.
Agent North slowly removed his arms from around him and gently took his hands. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. If you’re not ready, tell me.” Concern laced his voice, along with the usual warmth he found that he had reserved for him alone.

He was still shaking slightly, staring at their clutched hands. His eyes were so sad, tired and weak. It wasn’t that he wasn’t ready, he was just so damn scared of allowing the emotions to return fully. He gently squeezed his hands, head not tilting to look at him, just tired. The Director carefully slid his hands, free, shoulders quivering.

The look on the Director’s face made the Freelancer want nothing more than to wrap him in the safe embrace of his arms again and whisper away his sorrows. But by the way he turned, North could only assume it wasn’t what he wanted. He told himself that he was okay with that, he even felt a little foolish for thinking of something more. This was a man with more power in his fingertips than North could manage in an entire speech.
"Are you going to be alright, sir?" Leaving would probably be his best bet, even if it killed him to do so.

The Director nodded, he was reslient, he wouldn’t die. He always grew to be okay. His eyes were dark, turned to peer up at the man that had just held him close. As if he was something precious. He took one step and decided to give himself an inch. His hand raised, fingertips sliding over the other’s jaw silently. He didn’t speak with this move, fingers dancing to his neck, and then shoulder, mapping out his skin with piercing green eyes. He had a tiny smile by the end, hand rested over his heart, feeling the beat.

He pushed into the Director’s touch, enjoying the way lightening radiated through him from the light contact. He even found himself feeling a bit exposed when the man’s hand settled on his chest. The rate of his heartbeat would him so much about the Freelancer’s emotions that he was still unsure about himself. He placed a hand on the Director’s, not moving it at first, but just to feel it. After a moment he then gently took his hand, bowed his head and put it softly to his lips.

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baby: I-i-i
Mom: Are you trying to say I love you?!
baby: No mom, no, I'm not gonna say I love you. I'm gonna say I forget you.
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morememoriesthanhope asked: " I was never the hero."

thefreelancerdirector:

northern-dakota:

northern-dakota:

"Not if you keep talking like that. You should at least try, sir." The agent frowned. Sympathizing with the man obviously hadn’t helped in the past, so perhaps taking a different line of approach would get a reaction. A positive one, hopefully. 

His touches sent shivers up his back. It was a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time, he simply didn’t have time to while in Project Freelancer. The way the man’s hands shook worried him slightly, if he was being honest. He didn’t want to push him into something he wasn’t ready for. From the things he recently learned about the Director, finding a new romance probably wasn’t something he had prepared for.
Agent North slowly removed his arms from around him and gently took his hands. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. If you’re not ready, tell me.” Concern laced his voice, along with the usual warmth he found that he had reserved for him alone.

He was still shaking slightly, staring at their clutched hands. His eyes were so sad, tired and weak. It wasn’t that he wasn’t ready, he was just so damn scared of allowing the emotions to return fully. He gently squeezed his hands, head not tilting to look at him, just tired. The Director carefully slid his hands, free, shoulders quivering.

The look on the Director’s face made the Freelancer want nothing more than to wrap him in the safe embrace of his arms again and whisper away his sorrows. But by the way he turned, North could only assume it wasn’t what he wanted. He told himself that he was okay with that, he even felt a little foolish for thinking of something more. This was a man with more power in his fingertips than North could manage in an entire speech.
"Are you going to be alright, sir?" Leaving would probably be his best bet, even if it killed him to do so.

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thefreelancerdirector:

northern-dakota:

thefreelancerdirector:

northern-dakota:

thefreelancerdirector:

northern-dakota:

thefreelancerdirector:

northern-dakota:

thefreelancerdirector:

northern-dakota:

First came a look of surprise. That wasn’t something he expected from the man’s mouth. Then came an easy smile, a hint of embarrassment around the edges but one of kindness. “Hardly. But that’s kind of you.” he chuckled, eyes averting from the other man in a rather bashful way. “What brought that…

"Save those words for yourself, I don’t need them nearly as much as you do." he gave a playfully scolding tone to his words. He wanted to accept them, to remember them in his voice and treasure them, but North couldn’t do that while the man still held so little care for himself.

" You still need them. And you should believe me on that, because you might forget one day too." He murmured back so softly, trying to keep the mask in place as he told the man what he believed.

"Don’t count on it. I think I’m going to be just fine." he turned his eyes to the Director and gave a small, heartfelt laugh. A week ago, he wouldn’t have even been comfortable looking the man eye to eye, and now he was receiving compliments from him that made his heart pound in his ears. "With your help, I don’t think I ever have to worry about that."

" Isn’t that something you told me. Say it back. I want you to accept it?" He teased carefully, eyes flickering over his face to read into his expression as he did with so many others. Leonard carefully held out his hand.

Agent North Dakota took it with only a short hesitation, the contact welcome. He let the sensation travel from the tip of his fingers and up his arm where it caused his heart to skip an unexpected beat. He felt almost silly for the reactions the man managed to get from him, even if he couldn’t see them.
"Are you calling me a hypocrite, now?" he smiled.

" The term I would use exactly." He noted, eyes sparking as he held the other’s hand. His soldier, a force to be watched. Now just a simple contact that warmed him. A gentle tug was guven, making the other take a step forward, hand now around his wrist, feeling the quick beat of his heart. He had a soft smile now, the mask cracking for the other to see.

It was a sight to be cherished. One that he could forever return to if ever in need of the sun. His smile was something he decided he could no longer live without after discovering it beneath the dense exterior. It was all that was wonderful in life, summed up into a gentle motion. Previously amused by the Director’s actions, North now found himself distracted.
"You need to smile more." All the warmth given by his smile, and that was all North Dakota could say. He wished he was better with his words, that he could express how much he loved it without stumbling over the thoughts and likely making a fool of himself.

He could see it all on his face, how his eyes unfocused just so as he stumbled forward by his tug. How he could just about feel his heart beat speed up. He didn’t pull him any closer, unable to fight off the full blush that threatened him, his face dusting pink by now. He rubbed the back of his neck, not dropping his hand as he chewed his lower lip shyly. ” Nah, then it won’t be special.” He responded softly, eyes lowering.

North shook his head, if only that were the case. Even if the man smiled every waking moment of his pife, it wouldn’t take any of the value from it. He brought the hand that wasn’t being held up and to the side if his face. Feeling the warmness of his cheeks, his fingertips lightly running up and through his hair. The motion was slow, taking his time to appreciate every inch.
He then leaned forward, unable to stop himself from placing a small kiss on his forhead. Lips lingering a second before pulling back and resting his own against it. His hand coming to rest on the base of the Director’s neck.

The Director was likely giving a good fish impression as he was surprised by a kiss to hia forehead. No one had ever did that and it alone made his stomach flip as he bit his lower lip. ” That’s not fair ” he murmured to him, green eyes soft. His own hands came to his shoulders, holding tight, as he gathered courage. Then he was tilting his head up and capturing the other’s lips in a smooth kiss. Feeling the utter warmth in each touch, the fire became a steady blaze with the kiss. He spoke after the kiss was broken,” I couldn’t kiss your forehead but I could do that.”

The action left Agent North breathless. It wasn’t that it was particularly long or intense, it had just felt so nice and soft. Gentle but with a passion that he ached to return tenfold.
"Well you’ve certainly got me beat." he breathed out a small laugh, leaning in to give him another lingering kiss. It was rather chaste, not holding any current intentions of heating into a new kind of fire. He just wanted to taste it, to enjoy it and treasure the feeling. His mind was drawing a complete blank other what was infront of him. Although it was a nice kind of blank, he wanted to lose himself in the feeling.

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betterlucky-thangood asked: "Leave me behind."

betterlucky-thangood:

northern-dakota:

northern-dakota:

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"I’m not leaving York, I just… I could’ve saved us." he said, a quiver in his voice he prayed wouldn’t lead to losing what composure he managed to keep. "If I had reported back to you sooner or just not been distracted maybe I’d be able to see and get us out of this. I’m going to stay here with you but," he paused, swallowing thickly. "I don’t think our luck is going to hold out."

"Stop that, don’t you dare blame yourself for this and put this all on your shoulders. We’re a team, okay? So it’s both of our faults, we were supposed to save each other." He realized saying this kind of negated him urging North to leave him behind, but it was too late for that anymore. "Lady Luck always holds out, she just hasn’t reared her head yet."

"Luck isn’t going to save us from six armed soldiers while we’re in this condition." North had usually been an optimistic person, trying to find the good in things so it wasn’t quite so hard. But this was different, the Freelancer didn’t want to spend his last moments in denial. He was ready, no matter how many things he would miss, he had prepared for this before. "This is it, York…"

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morememoriesthanhope asked: " I was never the hero."

thefreelancerdirector:

northern-dakota:

thefreelancerdirector:

northern-dakota:

thefreelancerdirector:

northern-dakota:

thefreelancerdirector:

northern-dakota:

thefreelancerdirector:

northern-dakota:

northern-dakota:

"Not if you keep talking like that. You should at least try, sir." The agent frowned. Sympathizing with the man obviously hadn’t helped in the past, so perhaps taking a different line of approach would get a reaction. A positive one, hopefully. 

"It’s not so bad, is it?" North mumbled, tightening his hold the man. "You don’t have to push this away, it’s alright." he soothed, trying to wash away any doubts or fears and just let him enjoy this. God knows he needed it.

He said nothing, not risking to allow himself to admit he enjoyed the gentle touch. He leaned his head against his shoulder a bit more. North would be the only one to allow him to feel something like the affection he craved. His hands rested on the other’s lower back, hugging him felt nice. He simply nuzzled into his chest, craving to be closer to the warmth he hadn’t had in years.

It was a long silence before the Freelancer spoke. He rarely trusted his mouth to be faithful to his meaning, and especially didn’t want to ruin this. It had been awhile since North truly held someone; he hadn’t even so much as given South a real hug since they joined Project Freelancer. He missed the feeling, he missed being able to care for someone without his words and just let his actions do the talking.
"Never again tell anyone, including yourself that you’re replaceable, alright? You’re worth more than you can imagine."

He was still so sure that the other was still lying, struggling to make sure he wouldn’t fall behind. To lose himself in emotions again. He didn’t fight the hold, nor retort his words aloud, simply content under his touch. Affection.

"Can you repeat that back to me?" North all but whispered, rubbing his back lightly. He leaned his head down a bit to finish his words, his voice muffled a bit. "I want you to tell me that you’re worth at least something."

It felt nice to have someone murmuring in your ear, something that no one else could hear. Something so intimiate about it. His response was weak, the only words really heard were,” I’m worth..” and the rest mumbled. The Director spoke of what he thought he was worth but that much wasnt loud enough to allow North too hear.

"Everything." he couldn’t hear the man’s answer, and really didn’t need to. The answer North had already believed was the only one that held any truth. The word was said in a short whisper, but with the belief behind it only matched if he were to speak of how air was a necessity. It was a fact, unchallenged by any of the things the man has said against himself and replaced with images of beauty.

He despised that word. The tone of voice that the other man said it with. How confident and sure he was. It terrified him to no end. As if the sentiment was life instead of the Mark for the oncoming loss and disappointment. As if the thought of the Director brought sweet images to his head not the pain that he should see. His hands tensed in the material of his shirt, eyes squeezing shut. ” Don’t say that.” He pleaded.

"It’s the truth. You need to hear it." The hold North had on him tightened once again. He wanted to believe that if he said it enough, that if he meant it, he would believe it too. How could he not? It was something so blindingly obvious and radiant that he couldn’t ignore it if he tried. And here he was, claiming to have lost his ability to see it - if he ever saw it at all. It baffled him, and the Freelancer wasn’t sure on how to change that yet, but he would. He could, this was something he promised to do.

He came to rest his forehead to his chest, his glasses not allowing him to relax into him the way he desired. His hands rested on his hips now, hands moving slowly, almost on their own accord to trace unseen designs over his skin just beneath his shirt. He was breathing evenly now, seeming to droop as he gave up on keeping himself together. It wasn’t fair. All the emotions below the surface rushed him, shoulders shaking as he struggled to keep his oncoming tears away.

His touches sent shivers up his back. It was a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time, he simply didn’t have time to while in Project Freelancer. The way the man’s hands shook worried him slightly, if he was being honest. He didn’t want to push him into something he wasn’t ready for. From the things he recently learned about the Director, finding a new romance probably wasn’t something he had prepared for.
Agent North slowly removed his arms from around him and gently took his hands. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. If you’re not ready, tell me.” Concern laced his voice, along with the usual warmth he found that he had reserved for him alone.

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thefreelancerdirector:

northern-dakota:

thefreelancerdirector:

northern-dakota:

thefreelancerdirector:

northern-dakota:

thefreelancerdirector:

northern-dakota:

First came a look of surprise. That wasn’t something he expected from the man’s mouth. Then came an easy smile, a hint of embarrassment around the edges but one of kindness. “Hardly. But that’s kind of you.” he chuckled, eyes averting from the other man in a rather bashful way. “What brought that…

"Save those words for yourself, I don’t need them nearly as much as you do." he gave a playfully scolding tone to his words. He wanted to accept them, to remember them in his voice and treasure them, but North couldn’t do that while the man still held so little care for himself.

" You still need them. And you should believe me on that, because you might forget one day too." He murmured back so softly, trying to keep the mask in place as he told the man what he believed.

"Don’t count on it. I think I’m going to be just fine." he turned his eyes to the Director and gave a small, heartfelt laugh. A week ago, he wouldn’t have even been comfortable looking the man eye to eye, and now he was receiving compliments from him that made his heart pound in his ears. "With your help, I don’t think I ever have to worry about that."

" Isn’t that something you told me. Say it back. I want you to accept it?" He teased carefully, eyes flickering over his face to read into his expression as he did with so many others. Leonard carefully held out his hand.

Agent North Dakota took it with only a short hesitation, the contact welcome. He let the sensation travel from the tip of his fingers and up his arm where it caused his heart to skip an unexpected beat. He felt almost silly for the reactions the man managed to get from him, even if he couldn’t see them.
"Are you calling me a hypocrite, now?" he smiled.

" The term I would use exactly." He noted, eyes sparking as he held the other’s hand. His soldier, a force to be watched. Now just a simple contact that warmed him. A gentle tug was guven, making the other take a step forward, hand now around his wrist, feeling the quick beat of his heart. He had a soft smile now, the mask cracking for the other to see.

It was a sight to be cherished. One that he could forever return to if ever in need of the sun. His smile was something he decided he could no longer live without after discovering it beneath the dense exterior. It was all that was wonderful in life, summed up into a gentle motion. Previously amused by the Director’s actions, North now found himself distracted.
"You need to smile more." All the warmth given by his smile, and that was all North Dakota could say. He wished he was better with his words, that he could express how much he loved it without stumbling over the thoughts and likely making a fool of himself.

He could see it all on his face, how his eyes unfocused just so as he stumbled forward by his tug. How he could just about feel his heart beat speed up. He didn’t pull him any closer, unable to fight off the full blush that threatened him, his face dusting pink by now. He rubbed the back of his neck, not dropping his hand as he chewed his lower lip shyly. ” Nah, then it won’t be special.” He responded softly, eyes lowering.

North shook his head, if only that were the case. Even if the man smiled every waking moment of his pife, it wouldn’t take any of the value from it. He brought the hand that wasn’t being held up and to the side if his face. Feeling the warmness of his cheeks, his fingertips lightly running up and through his hair. The motion was slow, taking his time to appreciate every inch.
He then leaned forward, unable to stop himself from placing a small kiss on his forhead. Lips lingering a second before pulling back and resting his own against it. His hand coming to rest on the base of the Director’s neck.

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thefreelancerdirector:

northern-dakota:

thefreelancerdirector:

northern-dakota:

thefreelancerdirector:

northern-dakota:

First came a look of surprise. That wasn’t something he expected from the man’s mouth. Then came an easy smile, a hint of embarrassment around the edges but one of kindness. “Hardly. But that’s kind of you.” he chuckled, eyes averting from the other man in a rather bashful way. “What brought that…

"Save those words for yourself, I don’t need them nearly as much as you do." he gave a playfully scolding tone to his words. He wanted to accept them, to remember them in his voice and treasure them, but North couldn’t do that while the man still held so little care for himself.

" You still need them. And you should believe me on that, because you might forget one day too." He murmured back so softly, trying to keep the mask in place as he told the man what he believed.

"Don’t count on it. I think I’m going to be just fine." he turned his eyes to the Director and gave a small, heartfelt laugh. A week ago, he wouldn’t have even been comfortable looking the man eye to eye, and now he was receiving compliments from him that made his heart pound in his ears. "With your help, I don’t think I ever have to worry about that."

" Isn’t that something you told me. Say it back. I want you to accept it?" He teased carefully, eyes flickering over his face to read into his expression as he did with so many others. Leonard carefully held out his hand.

Agent North Dakota took it with only a short hesitation, the contact welcome. He let the sensation travel from the tip of his fingers and up his arm where it caused his heart to skip an unexpected beat. He felt almost silly for the reactions the man managed to get from him, even if he couldn’t see them.
"Are you calling me a hypocrite, now?" he smiled.

" The term I would use exactly." He noted, eyes sparking as he held the other’s hand. His soldier, a force to be watched. Now just a simple contact that warmed him. A gentle tug was guven, making the other take a step forward, hand now around his wrist, feeling the quick beat of his heart. He had a soft smile now, the mask cracking for the other to see.

It was a sight to be cherished. One that he could forever return to if ever in need of the sun. His smile was something he decided he could no longer live without after discovering it beneath the dense exterior. It was all that was wonderful in life, summed up into a gentle motion. Previously amused by the Director’s actions, North now found himself distracted.
"You need to smile more." All the warmth given by his smile, and that was all North Dakota could say. He wished he was better with his words, that he could express how much he loved it without stumbling over the thoughts and likely making a fool of himself.

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morememoriesthanhope asked: " I was never the hero."

thefreelancerdirector:

northern-dakota:

thefreelancerdirector:

northern-dakota:

thefreelancerdirector:

northern-dakota:

thefreelancerdirector:

northern-dakota:

northern-dakota:

"Not if you keep talking like that. You should at least try, sir." The agent frowned. Sympathizing with the man obviously hadn’t helped in the past, so perhaps taking a different line of approach would get a reaction. A positive one, hopefully. 

"It’s not so bad, is it?" North mumbled, tightening his hold the man. "You don’t have to push this away, it’s alright." he soothed, trying to wash away any doubts or fears and just let him enjoy this. God knows he needed it.

He said nothing, not risking to allow himself to admit he enjoyed the gentle touch. He leaned his head against his shoulder a bit more. North would be the only one to allow him to feel something like the affection he craved. His hands rested on the other’s lower back, hugging him felt nice. He simply nuzzled into his chest, craving to be closer to the warmth he hadn’t had in years.

It was a long silence before the Freelancer spoke. He rarely trusted his mouth to be faithful to his meaning, and especially didn’t want to ruin this. It had been awhile since North truly held someone; he hadn’t even so much as given South a real hug since they joined Project Freelancer. He missed the feeling, he missed being able to care for someone without his words and just let his actions do the talking.
"Never again tell anyone, including yourself that you’re replaceable, alright? You’re worth more than you can imagine."

He was still so sure that the other was still lying, struggling to make sure he wouldn’t fall behind. To lose himself in emotions again. He didn’t fight the hold, nor retort his words aloud, simply content under his touch. Affection.

"Can you repeat that back to me?" North all but whispered, rubbing his back lightly. He leaned his head down a bit to finish his words, his voice muffled a bit. "I want you to tell me that you’re worth at least something."

It felt nice to have someone murmuring in your ear, something that no one else could hear. Something so intimiate about it. His response was weak, the only words really heard were,” I’m worth..” and the rest mumbled. The Director spoke of what he thought he was worth but that much wasnt loud enough to allow North too hear.

"Everything." he couldn’t hear the man’s answer, and really didn’t need to. The answer North had already believed was the only one that held any truth. The word was said in a short whisper, but with the belief behind it only matched if he were to speak of how air was a necessity. It was a fact, unchallenged by any of the things the man has said against himself and replaced with images of beauty.

He despised that word. The tone of voice that the other man said it with. How confident and sure he was. It terrified him to no end. As if the sentiment was life instead of the Mark for the oncoming loss and disappointment. As if the thought of the Director brought sweet images to his head not the pain that he should see. His hands tensed in the material of his shirt, eyes squeezing shut. ” Don’t say that.” He pleaded.

"It’s the truth. You need to hear it." The hold North had on him tightened once again. He wanted to believe that if he said it enough, that if he meant it, he would believe it too. How could he not? It was something so blindingly obvious and radiant that he couldn’t ignore it if he tried. And here he was, claiming to have lost his ability to see it - if he ever saw it at all. It baffled him, and the Freelancer wasn’t sure on how to change that yet, but he would. He could, this was something he promised to do.

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freelancer-powers-activate:

"What I learned is that, a great love is a lot like a good memory. When it’s there, and you know it’s there, but it’s just out of your reach, it can be all you think about. You can focus on it, and try to force it. But the more you do, the more you seem to push it away. But if you’re patient, and you hold still, well maybe, just maybe, it’ll come to you. I just need to make sure I’m somewhere where she can find me." - Private Church / Epsilon, Season 8

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thefreelancerdirector:

northern-dakota:

thefreelancerdirector:

northern-dakota:

First came a look of surprise. That wasn’t something he expected from the man’s mouth. Then came an easy smile, a hint of embarrassment around the edges but one of kindness. “Hardly. But that’s kind of you.” he chuckled, eyes averting from the other man in a rather bashful way. “What brought that…

"Save those words for yourself, I don’t need them nearly as much as you do." he gave a playfully scolding tone to his words. He wanted to accept them, to remember them in his voice and treasure them, but North couldn’t do that while the man still held so little care for himself.

" You still need them. And you should believe me on that, because you might forget one day too." He murmured back so softly, trying to keep the mask in place as he told the man what he believed.

"Don’t count on it. I think I’m going to be just fine." he turned his eyes to the Director and gave a small, heartfelt laugh. A week ago, he wouldn’t have even been comfortable looking the man eye to eye, and now he was receiving compliments from him that made his heart pound in his ears. "With your help, I don’t think I ever have to worry about that."

" Isn’t that something you told me. Say it back. I want you to accept it?" He teased carefully, eyes flickering over his face to read into his expression as he did with so many others. Leonard carefully held out his hand.

Agent North Dakota took it with only a short hesitation, the contact welcome. He let the sensation travel from the tip of his fingers and up his arm where it caused his heart to skip an unexpected beat. He felt almost silly for the reactions the man managed to get from him, even if he couldn’t see them.
"Are you calling me a hypocrite, now?" he smiled.

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morememoriesthanhope asked: " I was never the hero."

thefreelancerdirector:

northern-dakota:

thefreelancerdirector:

northern-dakota:

thefreelancerdirector:

northern-dakota:

northern-dakota:

"Not if you keep talking like that. You should at least try, sir." The agent frowned. Sympathizing with the man obviously hadn’t helped in the past, so perhaps taking a different line of approach would get a reaction. A positive one, hopefully. 

"It’s not so bad, is it?" North mumbled, tightening his hold the man. "You don’t have to push this away, it’s alright." he soothed, trying to wash away any doubts or fears and just let him enjoy this. God knows he needed it.

He said nothing, not risking to allow himself to admit he enjoyed the gentle touch. He leaned his head against his shoulder a bit more. North would be the only one to allow him to feel something like the affection he craved. His hands rested on the other’s lower back, hugging him felt nice. He simply nuzzled into his chest, craving to be closer to the warmth he hadn’t had in years.

It was a long silence before the Freelancer spoke. He rarely trusted his mouth to be faithful to his meaning, and especially didn’t want to ruin this. It had been awhile since North truly held someone; he hadn’t even so much as given South a real hug since they joined Project Freelancer. He missed the feeling, he missed being able to care for someone without his words and just let his actions do the talking.
"Never again tell anyone, including yourself that you’re replaceable, alright? You’re worth more than you can imagine."

He was still so sure that the other was still lying, struggling to make sure he wouldn’t fall behind. To lose himself in emotions again. He didn’t fight the hold, nor retort his words aloud, simply content under his touch. Affection.

"Can you repeat that back to me?" North all but whispered, rubbing his back lightly. He leaned his head down a bit to finish his words, his voice muffled a bit. "I want you to tell me that you’re worth at least something."

It felt nice to have someone murmuring in your ear, something that no one else could hear. Something so intimiate about it. His response was weak, the only words really heard were,” I’m worth..” and the rest mumbled. The Director spoke of what he thought he was worth but that much wasnt loud enough to allow North too hear.

"Everything." he couldn’t hear the man’s answer, and really didn’t need to. The answer North had already believed was the only one that held any truth. The word was said in a short whisper, but with the belief behind it only matched if he were to speak of how air was a necessity. It was a fact, unchallenged by any of the things the man has said against himself and replaced with images of beauty.

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koipepper:

Handy dandy photoset of all your favorite freelancers! Now with captions listing the flowers used for each (message me if you’re curious about the reason for choosing them; the explanation would make this caption far longer than I want).

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lxcksmith:

for agxntcarolina.
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ashleystlawrence:

post#146 York and delta

Some more york and delta

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