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hopsjollyhigh  asked:

For the lyrics meme: "and if you close your eyes we will always be/the way we were that night you crawled inside of me/and slept in my blood the way you sleep now/the quietest hush has consumed this house" from The Difference in the Shades by Bright Eyes

I’ve been meaning to write something for the time Erik had pneumonia in Flashes ‘verse for an age now, so I wrote this little thing.

Funnily, I had like five other completely different ideas as well, but I think this one works well.

Unedited, but I’m happy with it. I hope you enjoy it!

Send me a song lyric and I’ll write a prompt!


“Just close your eyes, darling,” Rahim murmurs, fighting to keep his voice steady as he smooths his hand over Erik’s hair. “Just close your eyes.”

Erik whimpers low in his throat, a soft plaintive noise that catches at Rahim heart. “Ra…him,” he breathes, his voice faint. “Ra—”

“Ssshh. Sshh. I’m here, Erik. I’m here, I promise.”

“Don't—”

“I’ll be right here.” It’s on the tip of his tongue to add on I won’t leave you now but he can’t say such a thing, not if—no. No. He will be here, he will. And so help him but Erik’s not going anywhere.

A sliver of gold-hazel iris regards him from beneath heavy lids, and Erik nods almost imperceptibly as his eyes slid closed. Within moments his breathing has evened out, his breaths still hoarse and whistling but, Rahim thinks, a little easier than they were even a few hours ago.

(He will not allow himself to get his hopes up. There is so much that could still go wrong. But there is a little flicker of hope in his heart, and he swallows against the burning of it.)

“Oh, Erik.” And in those simple words is the pain of the world, the aching worry and waiting of a week that’s felt like an eternity when he’a thought so many times that this was it, that it was over, that he’d lost—that Erik—

No, no. Tears prickle his eyes but Rahim cannot let himself think such things. Erik is alive, and he’s not well but he will be, he will if he rests, and takes things easy, and Rahim will see to it that he does, that he will be fine, and before long things will be back to normal, to as they should, with Erik at his piano and complaining that he just can’t get the notes right in his head and, of course I don’t need glasses, Rahim, I can see better than you do. Rahim never thought he could look forward to such arguments but now, now any argument with Erik would be welcome, would be a sign that he is getting well.

And Rahim will crawl into bed beside him, and hold him the way he’s been afraid to since he became ill for fear of hurting, and everything will he as it was, as it should be.

In the still silence of the house, Rahim kisses Erik’s forehead, and lays his head down on the edge of the pillow, and sighs.

Today is the one year anniversary of me posting my very first Haikyuu!! fanart (iwaoi, of course!). I wish I had the time to mark the date properly since it’s been a pretty momentous year for me, but alas, this will have to do. 

Thank you all so much for supporting me <3

there is a “Meet the Breeds (100+!!!)” dog fair in NYC this weekend and idk if i should go because the tickets are a bit expensive HAHAHA hah haa .…. . BUT DOGS!!!

I’m having one of those days where all I can think is “everything is awful and I’m never going to improve” so I decided to compare my first iwaoi picture to my most recent just to remind myself that even if I can’t see the improvement in the short-term, it’s definitely still happening.