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Summary
Pantalone hadn’t cried in over ten years.
The last time it happened, it was while holding his son, having rescued him from nearly being killed at the hands of traitors, poison leaking out of his mouth as he did. That had been the last time he’d cried, an open display of fear and grief. Not even when the Doctor had cut deeply into him with icy words and a barred heart had he cried. Not even when Anastasiy had left for that damn mission, had he cried.
And now… the tears fell, plopping down onto the frozen ground as he let out a sound that was something between a whimper and a wail, his knees giving out and colliding into the ice roughly. He struggled upright, still seeing blue, red, and white blurs, but he didn’t hear anything they were saying, staggering haphazardly down the stairs as his knees stung.
“My son…”
TL;DR: Babytorre/Anastasiy teeters between life and death. Pantalone mourns.
Series
- Part 3 of Babytorre AU