for ltbrownnoser.

[obediences]

lost in time.

Comments

[obediences]

He's settled back on the mattress now, arms crossed over the broad expanse of his chest, the outline of him like a line of cliffs in the darkening room.

"I'm not going anywhere," Luther says,

and there is something so unthinking and simple and matter-of-fact about that sentence, as if he's surprised by Sarah's very suggestion, and never would've considered it himself. Because he wouldn't have. He's predictable as the tides, he sits where he's told to sit, and if he's backing someone up— He's not leaving them. Particularly if they're his only lifeline to human contact, to not being alone, to keeping that loneliness at bay.

A beat and then, realising how heavily significant that might have sounded, he adds to make it a little looser, wry: "Besides, not like there's much of anywhere to go."

[ltbrownnoser]

He waits a few seconds too long to lighten the sentiment and by the time he does, Sarah's already feeling reassured by the first comment. Solid, unmoving; I'm not going anywhere means I've got your back and I won't let anything hurt you. Not because Luther said it, but because Jacob used to and, for a long time, she believed him when he said the more significant things by hiding them in something vaguer; something more like I'm not going anywhere.

"Okay, good. I'll be really disappointed if I wake up in an empty room. I hope you know that," she tells him through another yawn as she rolls onto her back again.

Closing her eyes, Sarah tries to settle herself into a comfortable position on the rickety children's sized bed. "Good night, handsome. I'll see you in the morning for another round of What the Fuck Do We Do to Kill Twelve Hours," she says quietly, a weak smile playing at her lips, even though he can't see it.