He locked Rama away when he left his village. He had to, he had a mission to complete, a promise to his dying father to fulfill. Everything was wrapped up in being Raju, it was life or death, and Rama had been buried under the weight of all that. He’d nearly lost himself entirely - Crozier can understand that all-too-well, that fear of losing yourself completely in the need to be something or someone else.
But the thought that he’d brought Rama back - he doesn’t know if he’s ever seen a divide, Raju versus Rama - but he can feel his heart thundering in his chest knowing this beloved man feels that way. If he sees Rama, then that’s who Crozier loves. He loves the man with the pendant and heart that would give all of himself and leave nothing left to save his people.
He smile fades ever-so-slightly as he leans forward, bringing their foreheads to rest against each other. He blinks softly; Christ, is he crying? He couldn’t even feel it. “Here you are,” he murmurs. “I love the man that you are, Rama.”
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He locked Rama away when he left his village. He had to, he had a mission to complete, a promise to his dying father to fulfill. Everything was wrapped up in being Raju, it was life or death, and Rama had been buried under the weight of all that. He’d nearly lost himself entirely - Crozier can understand that all-too-well, that fear of losing yourself completely in the need to be something or someone else.
But the thought that he’d brought Rama back - he doesn’t know if he’s ever seen a divide, Raju versus Rama - but he can feel his heart thundering in his chest knowing this beloved man feels that way. If he sees Rama, then that’s who Crozier loves. He loves the man with the pendant and heart that would give all of himself and leave nothing left to save his people.
He smile fades ever-so-slightly as he leans forward, bringing their foreheads to rest against each other. He blinks softly; Christ, is he crying? He couldn’t even feel it. “Here you are,” he murmurs. “I love the man that you are, Rama.”