[Fic] sanctify me when i'm dead (The Attic - A. M. Burrage)
- Fandom: The Attic - A. M. Burrage
- Pairing: Stanley Forbes/Derek Wilson
- Tags: Hurt/Comfort
- Word-Count: 427
- Status: Complete
- First Published: 2024-02-25
- Disclaimer: I do not own The Attic - A. M. Burrage and make no profit from this—it is solely a hobby for fun, with no financial compensation.
Notes:
Written for 3 Sentence Ficathon 2024.
Title from Dream Girl Evil by Florence + the Machine.
Work Text:
"I can walk," stated Forbes, for indeed he could surely do such a thing; and so he pushed off from the couch and fell right back down on the cushions, Derek catching his hand and keeping him upright---Forbes heart skipped a beat, and Derek's gaze caught his entirely unguarded one; "I can walk," Forbes insisted once more simply to try the words out, if perhaps the fall had in some way been unrelated and he heaved himself up once more with Derek's support and remained standing for a glorious two seconds before he tipped backwards once more, Derek swiftly sliding forth and catching him in his arms, Forbes latching onto his lapels, eyes wide---and sneezed.
"You're sick, old chap," Derek murmured, smiling crookedly, and in the eve's firelight his features looked distinctly divine, of such expert composition that Forbes could scarcely believe he was made of flesh and bone; Forbes licked his dry lips, glancing around the room lest his heart skip one too many beats and he dropped dead in Derek's arms---a tragedy, he thought, and one that he should never hear the end of---and Derek pulled him up into a proper standing position and held him upright, Forbes stomach swooping at the easy movements, and Derek stated, then, "I shall carry you to bed," winking, "Like a proper gentleman."
"That is entirely un-" but Forbes failed to finish the sentence when Derek did, indeed, pick him up; it was not the most smoothest of motions, for Forbes was a bit taller than Derek even if Derek was broader, and the doorways were not particularly wide so Derek did have to slow to pass them, twisting and turning to get through without banging limbs into places they should not be banged, and when Forbes sneezed once more, whole body rattling with it, Derek did not so much as flinch, merely smiled at him and handed him a spare handkerchief; Forbes heart did a complicated movement in his chest he could not entirely decipher when he was at last put down on his own two feet in the bedroom, clinging onto Derek's arms longer than perhaps was strictly necessary; to maintain his balance, of course; it had nothing at all to do with Derek's enchanting smile, or his beautiful eyes, or the way Derek so gently moved to hold his hands and help him over to the bed, where Forbes sat down heavily, still staring at Derek---until one more sneeze rocked his body and Derek had to leave to find more handkerchiefs.