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31 + 32 + 38 for Inigo! ✨

I GET IT. I GET THE VISION.

↪ content: 1.4k words. this is super weepy and dramatic, but so is inigo, so it all works out lol. set in the au where we got married in awakening <3 (from here)

31 - while laughing 32 - through tears 38 - reunion

he was seeing things.

that's what this was — an illusion; a waking dream; a trick his tired mind, sleep deprived from night after night of lying awake in lonely heartache, was cruelly playing on him. it wasn't real — he knew it wasn't real; knew there was no way for it to be real; knew there was no chance it would ever be real.

it wasn't her.

it couldn't be her.

but when their eyes met — when his shoulder had caught hers in the afternoon crowd of the capitol and they had both turned in sync to face the other — she froze just as he did; stared, wide-eyed and unblinking, just as he did; grew pale, just as he did.

she looked like she had just seen a ghost.

he felt like he had, too.

it wasn't her — it couldn't be her — but her eyes were the same shade of green that he had long since fallen in love with; her hair fell over her shoulders in the same messy curls he often coiled around his fingers; her cheeks were dotted with the same faint pattern of freckles he had committed to memory after countless nights of trailing his lips across them. the shape of her nose; the curve of her mouth; the choker wrapped around her neck and the gemstone dangling from it that matched the one embedded in his wedding ring — it was all the same.

it was the same, but it shouldn't be — she shouldn't be here; she couldn't be here. it couldn't be—

"inigo...?"

—her.

the sound of his name — his real name; the name he had been longing to hear her call him since being separated from her — being spoken in the same voice that he heard in every single one of his dreams sent a sharp stabbing through his heart; froze the breath in his lungs and the blood in his veins; made his throat grow so tight that it was almost unbearable.

he didn't realize he was crying until he couldn't make out her features anymore.

"i-inigo? what's—"

hearing it again — her voice; his name; the soft stutter and gentle cadence of the way she'd always said it — made something inside him snap.

in an instant, he had closed the small space between them — pivoted so quickly against the stone pathway, moved so desperately toward her, that his feet all but tripped over each other in their frantic attempt to reach her; to touch her; to bring her into his arms and hold her so tightly that she couldn't get away; so tightly that it put every broken piece of his heart back together.

so tightly that nothing could ever take him away from her again.

when his arms flung themselves around her waist, his face buried itself instinctively — habitually — into the crook of her neck; and while he cried into her skin, shaking fingers digging into her back through the fabric of her clothes, he felt her body stumble and bend under the weight of his own threatening to collapse on top of her; felt her muscles tense before relaxing into his grasp; felt her arms wrap around his shaking shoulders, slotting perfectly around his neck as if that was where they had always belonged.

"you're still such a crybaby," was murmured gently into his ear, her tone filled with nothing less than an affection so deep it very nearly made his legs give out. soft fingers found their way into his hair; threaded rhythmically through the strands. "...i missed you."

just barely, he heard her voice catch in her throat.

tighter still, inigo held her — tighter and tighter, as if he were afraid she would slip right through his fingers and vanish again if his grip loosened even slightly. "i—" he cut off with a shaky breath; a sharp inhale against the sobs that wracked his body. "i m-missed you— t-too— s-so much, koda, i-i—"

as if a dam had been broken within him, words spilled messily past his lips — thoughts and feelings he had kept buried, swallowed down as deep as they could go in futile attempts to keep them from consuming him; barely coherent admissions of how much he had missed her; of how badly he had longed to see her again; of how sorry he was for leaving her; how he would never do it again; how he would never let anything tear them apart again.

how all he had ever wanted from the moment he was whisked away from his home — from her — was to be by her side again.

his shaky rambling continued until her arms slowly pulled themselves from his neck; until his head snapped up, fear flashing through damp brown eyes; until her hands gently held his face between them, thumbs softly brushing away the steady stream of tears that dripped down his cheeks. a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth — faint and fragile, as if it were the only thing holding back a wave of sobs from taking over her as well; as if she were on the cusp of falling apart just as he was.

"hey, c'mon." just as soft as before, her voice filled his ears, the sound soothing his rapidly-fraying nerves and easing the unbearable ache in his chest. "smile for me."

huh?

something about the sentence — the gentle way it was spoken to him; the way that it was something he had so often said to her — made inigo pause; made his eyes blink the tears from them; made his breath hitch in the back of his throat and his heart skip a small beat in his chest. for a moment, all he did was stare at her — at the affection that colored her eyes; at the way her lips curled upward; at the features that he had resigned himself to only seeing behind his eyelids when he tried to sleep.

and then, he started laughing.

as if his body simply couldn't contain the swell of emotion within his heart, the sound tumbled lightly off his tongue and into the space between them, brown eyes lighting up with a happiness he had long since forgotten and a love he had kept painfully swallowed down. his arms moved on their own — unwrapped themselves from her waist so his palms could cup her face between them; so he could pull her towards him; so he could hold her ever closer and press his forehead to hers and cover her smile with his own.

i love you.

the thought sent a blossom of warmth through his chest — one that spread throughout his limbs; down the length of his arms and into the tips of his fingers; into every fiber of his being until he was sure he was glowing — until all he could do was press kiss after kiss after kiss to her lips; until she had broken out into a fit of giggles alongside him, the airy sound ringing softly in his ears like a precious melody.

just slightly, koda turned her head; in response, inigo kissed her cheek, his smile pressed against her skin. "h-hey—" she laughed out, the corners of her eyes pricking with unshed tears and the bridge of her nose dusting an adorably soft shade of pink. "i said smile, not—"

her voice cut off when he kissed her again; and when he pulled back, he beamed down at her, one of his thumbs drawing a soft line over her cheekbone. "but i am now, aren't i?"

a soft, endeared breath left koda's nose, her smile softening with the faintest twinges of amusement lingering in its edges. gently, her head leaned into his touch; and not-so-gently, his heart jumped against his ribs — threatened to burst, as if this were the first time she had ever acted in such a way; as if this were his first time touching her at all. "you are," she murmured back, a content hum filling her tone and quiet affection filling her eyes. carefully — as if she were just as afraid of losing him again as he was of losing her — she leaned forward until her face was buried in his chest, her head tucked neatly under his chin. "...i'm glad you are."

just as carefully, inigo held her — close to his chest; close to his heart that had finally begun to beat again; that had only ever seemed to beat for her.

"i am, too."

but i'm more glad that you are.