lachrymose (слэш)

The hands that rested against his shoulders were cold and large, pulling him up and against the firm line of Maekar's body as Valarr wept. He had half the mind to shove and fight as his shoulder bumped against Maekar's chest, but all he did was fall against it- defeated and exhausted from his fit. As he leaned his forehead against Maekar's shoulder and those broad hands settled against his back he felt that frantic hysteria leave him.
He ached all over, like he'd plunged his hands into his chest and ripped everything out of himself. Maekar didn't speak as Valarr settled and let that hollowness fill him again. It was after he finally took his first proper breath that he forced his eyes open.
A sad glint of silver caught his eye, familiar in a way that made his stomach drop as he reached up to touch over the pin his father wore with his Hand's pin- long and ridged like the tail of a dragon. He stroked over the ridges and swallowed, voice thin and rough when he spoke, "you don't deserve to keep this."
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valarr returns to summerhall with his uncle and cousin.