[ It's strange, knowing that his fingers are coated with their blood. It's strange feeling the grit against his skin, the cold of it, and it's stranger still wrapping his hand around Yuri's right wrist.
Strangest of all knowing that all of the swirling feeling in Flynn as he wraps his right hand around Blue's wrist in turn will be evident to them both. There is a small moment of fear, a curl of worry. With this bond in place, Flynn won't be able to keep his anger banked inside himself, entirely unseen. They'll both know the intensity of his emotions, they'll both be burdened with that, and it could very well change the way they think about him. How can he be steady, reliable Flynn, ready to take on the world, if they know that he is so afraid and so angry and so full of worry?
But, he tells himself as Yuri speaks, his voice familiar and soothing, Yuri trusts this. Careful, private Yuri, who buries his feelings under an armor of lightness, who pretends not to be affected by anything at all, is cracking himself open to the two of them, laying himself bare. The least Flynn can do in the face of that is offer himself up in return, anger and flaws and all. He can bare the cracked parts and let this soothing connection flow in and fill them up.
He doesn't really mean to be so emotional about it, but his breath hitches as the bond settles, and he tightens his hands around both of their wrists. Yuri can pull out such lovely words when he really wants to, say the thing that everyone needs to hear, inspire people to action in his quiet steady way, and Blue's own words are soft and gentle and lovely. Flynn feels like a rough rock in comparison, like he's going to blunder into this fragile thing and crush it. He swallows around that wave of nerves and says, quiet and small, ]
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Strangest of all knowing that all of the swirling feeling in Flynn as he wraps his right hand around Blue's wrist in turn will be evident to them both. There is a small moment of fear, a curl of worry. With this bond in place, Flynn won't be able to keep his anger banked inside himself, entirely unseen. They'll both know the intensity of his emotions, they'll both be burdened with that, and it could very well change the way they think about him. How can he be steady, reliable Flynn, ready to take on the world, if they know that he is so afraid and so angry and so full of worry?
But, he tells himself as Yuri speaks, his voice familiar and soothing, Yuri trusts this. Careful, private Yuri, who buries his feelings under an armor of lightness, who pretends not to be affected by anything at all, is cracking himself open to the two of them, laying himself bare. The least Flynn can do in the face of that is offer himself up in return, anger and flaws and all. He can bare the cracked parts and let this soothing connection flow in and fill them up.
He doesn't really mean to be so emotional about it, but his breath hitches as the bond settles, and he tightens his hands around both of their wrists. Yuri can pull out such lovely words when he really wants to, say the thing that everyone needs to hear, inspire people to action in his quiet steady way, and Blue's own words are soft and gentle and lovely. Flynn feels like a rough rock in comparison, like he's going to blunder into this fragile thing and crush it. He swallows around that wave of nerves and says, quiet and small, ]
I love you both. I hope you know that.