Time had no meaning to the fae. In an expanse of endless and freezing white, he had learned that. He exhaled chill, heavy breath against the sinner's chest and coiled his arms around him in turn. "Your words? No, my love. Mine." He knew what the snow had whispered to him. "A gospel, maybe? I remember writing-- Everything." Eyes he could not meet. He looked instead at wrists and arms, chest and neck. His gaze was vacant. Mind still a little lost to eternal white. "We are lost together."


Sin tipped his head minutely against the chiseled ice that was the fae's hand; it could be cold or it could be warmer than the fires of hell, he didn't care. "We are family. We are pack," he recalled, speaking softly. "We are brothers and lovers and guides. You have my heart, little hunter-- you have my name and my love. This will never change."


"Lost," he agreed, testing the word on his tongue. "So lost. Without him-- without you. I have no balance. I have no heart." Finally.. he dared to meet those eyes with his own murky gray ones, pleading for truth; let it be real. He may just end here and now if it wasn't. So close, so close..


His voice dipped lower; a bare whisper of air that passed between them. "Te amo. Siempre. And I know, Salvador Delahada Azar-Gonzalez. I know, Karma Made Flesh. I always knew you did too. And I loved you for it." He pressed cool lips against the hunter's own; a soft, almost innocent thing. "I will.. always wait for you."

"No." It was a single word that broke apart intimacy, shattered memories and latched little hooks into the present. The now. The here. Salvador's eyes snapped open. They were the purest flood of rust-colored iris. This was his time. Hours and days of healing. There were scars aplenty but no more pain, no more aches.

He looked the sinner in the eyes, then. Looked Tohias in the eyes and smiled the one true smile he kept reserved only for him. Not quite so feral. Not at all edged. Something that really belonged on the face of a human boy instead of the monster he truly was.

"No more waiting, mi alma." No more scripture. No more citations. No more written words given a voice so that they could be heard beyond reading. These words were knew. He could find them now. He could speak them.

"I love you," he said. "Te amo. Ti amo. Vos amo. Taim i' ngra leat. S' ayapo." In every language he knew, he spoke those most important words. Except for the one that did not translate the sentiment properly, and thinking on that made him chuckle a little. "Sí. I love you, Tohias. Mi alma."

Sin had said himself that it was a sentiment that couldn't be said enough. Though he tried. He said it in as many ways as he knew how and sealed it with a kiss. Returning the favor by pressing lips to lips, but this one lasting longer than the first. Broken when he spoke again. "But no more waiting, hermano." He shook his head and smiled. "No more need to wait."

He was here now. He wasn't going anywhere any time soon. Only a week ago did we meet; only two days did I lose you to winter, and yesterday I got you back again. "And tomorrow I'll still be here," he repeated. "Siempre." Even though...

Tomorrow never comes.