Despite their lock-step emotions and shared thoughts, Ram’s own misgivings can’t anchor his own happiness and surprise at the word. He’s loved enough to be someone’s husband - hell, someone wants him enough to bind themselves to him in that way. It was an outlandish prospect for him not too long ago, but it feels so natural and so right that it’s almost funny how gobsmacked he really is by it.
They’ve lived like spouses for ages now; the only surprising thing should be that it took him this long to realize it.
He pulls back slightly to wipe the damp from his face and smooth back Rama’s normally perfectly-kept hair. “Yes,” he admits, voice just as rough and thick with the weight of his own composure still breaking. “Yes, it’s surprising! I’ve been turned down so many times, and here I am at the end of the world and I’ve somehow…well. Stumbled into a marriage, I suppose.”
Who on earth does that?
And perhaps ‘husband” isn’t the correct word, but then what else would Ram be to him? And in a place with no rule of law or society to place judgement, who’s to say what’s right and what’s wrong? They make their own rules here. The happiness of this realization, that he may be a husband yet, takes the air out of his grief for one day losing this man that he loves. Who has time to think about such things now?
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Despite their lock-step emotions and shared thoughts, Ram’s own misgivings can’t anchor his own happiness and surprise at the word. He’s loved enough to be someone’s husband - hell, someone wants him enough to bind themselves to him in that way. It was an outlandish prospect for him not too long ago, but it feels so natural and so right that it’s almost funny how gobsmacked he really is by it.
They’ve lived like spouses for ages now; the only surprising thing should be that it took him this long to realize it.
He pulls back slightly to wipe the damp from his face and smooth back Rama’s normally perfectly-kept hair. “Yes,” he admits, voice just as rough and thick with the weight of his own composure still breaking. “Yes, it’s surprising! I’ve been turned down so many times, and here I am at the end of the world and I’ve somehow…well. Stumbled into a marriage, I suppose.”
Who on earth does that?
And perhaps ‘husband” isn’t the correct word, but then what else would Ram be to him? And in a place with no rule of law or society to place judgement, who’s to say what’s right and what’s wrong? They make their own rules here. The happiness of this realization, that he may be a husband yet, takes the air out of his grief for one day losing this man that he loves. Who has time to think about such things now?