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Gossamer – KamikazeSoundSociety

(For @whileyoustillcan)

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He’s been feeling funny all week. Slightly sick, a little
nauseated, his hands shaky. He keeps dropping things. When Papa came home last
night Credence was fast asleep on the sofa, all the lights out, dinner still
out on the counter. He barely remembers being picked up and carried to his bed,
fingers knotted into his Papa’s cable knit sweater, nuzzling his cheek into the
soft wool, breathing in warmth and safety.

“Are you unwell, Credence?” his father asks him in the morning,
the back of his cool hand pressed against Credence’s cheek. His fingers span
the length from his lips to his ear and Credence shivers, eyelashes fluttering
down over his cheekbones. “You’re a little warm,” Papa says, concern turning
his mouth down and forming a fine line between his heavy brows. “Why don’t you
stay home from school today?”

“Oh – okay, Papa,” Credence says obediently. His hand falls from
Credence’s face and his stomach drops. He doesn’t know why – he wants Papa to
keep touching him, keep his lovely cool hand soft against Credence’s face. In
the wake of its loss he feels hotter and sicker than ever, feverish and
trembling.

OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS ENTIRE DAMN FIC YOU NEED TO READ IT IT’S SO PERFECT THE IMAGERY AND CREDENCE AND GRAVES AND THE SEX AND AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH