#konur belongs to cptprocrastination

[gaithe-guy]

The scrape of calloused fingertips against brow brought him out of his thoughts, a small look of confusion upon that adorable face - even in his age and scruffiness - was enough to bring a small smile to a grizzled face.

“You’re doing it again,” the voice was deep and calloused, like those fingers - and yet, deep within held such deep emotion.

“Doing what?” He asked almost innocently, almost.

“Konur,” the sigh that left Aikein’s lips had him wincing ever so slightly and pulling in upon himself, only to feel arms wrapping around him and pulling him into a chest that was hard and yet comforting - a real display of how Aikein actually was; all hard and hissing on the outside, soft and deeply caring on the inside and behind closed doors.

“Sorry,” he whispered, burying that scruffy face against those toned muscles full of scars and holding tales of years of war and strife.

The only response he received was a kiss to his forehead, arms holding him tighter and yet more gentle. “No apologies,” Aikein finally whispered to him after minutes of silence and solace, a warmth passing between them.

Another day, another day where thoughts were too big, the world was too big, the galaxy more so, and Konur didn’t know what or how to handle it.

“Deep breath,” another voice echoed through his ears, this one silky and dangerous in a different way from Aikein’s. Big hands ran through his hair, causing him to sag within Aikein’s arms of safety. “One moment at a time. One breath at a time, pup...”

“One touch at a time, one thought,” Aikein added, those lips kissing his forehead before each eyelid as it closed to try and do as they asked. “We are here for you, Konur, regardless of how big it all seems. You are not alone.”

“Never alone,” Praven’s voice added before both were pulled into his strong and yet caring embrace.

“One rock at a time is set down for the foundation of something great,” Praven continued on, causing Aikein to chuckle ever so slightly as Konur whined at those words.

“Don’t turn away from us, Konur,” Aikein whispered to himself. “You have nothing to prove with us. We have been through so much, and still will... But that is then... this is now. We are grizzled warriors that need a day. A day where we curl up in each other’s arms, take solace, and know that whatever battle or fight comes next... That we have each other to confide in...”

He tilted Konur’s chin upwards before leaning down to kiss those pouting lips that were just inviting him to do so. “We’ve risen from the dust to build what we have... And nothing will knock it down so long as you believe in that. The world can wait a day, a week, a month... However long it takes until you feel comfortable. But...”

“We will be here,” Praven whispered as he bent his head down to kiss the top of Konur’s head.