You’re so close that you can taste his exhale, breathe him in, kiss his eyelashes - but can you truly believe this is real? That’s he’s right here next to you, warm and tangible and utterly Arthur, looking at you like he’s wondering the same? Not Arthur the soldier, the point man, but Arthur with the brightness in his eyes, the dip in his cheek. Arthur with the chuckle in his voice, the mysteriousness, even though he lets you read him like an open book.
( Is this love? This thing devouring you from the inside out, this thing that keeps drawing you in? )
If this is a dream, you think, and he echoes the words against your mouth.
"If this is a dream," he says softly, like it’s your little secret. "I never wanna wake up."
He touches his face - a gentle pass of fingers against his mouth - it isn’t ruined. He can breathe without assistance, without drugs, and Bane sighs out softly. “I do not wish to awaken either, darling.”
Bane knows it’s fake. Knows none of this is real. But what is the harm is dreaming? Blue eyes focus on the younger man, and Bane is drawing Arthur close for a kiss they will never share in the real world.
A real world full of guns and pain, a world where they are on opposite sides, and can never truly be one without the other sacrificing all that is dear to them. And they are both too stubborn to make such sacrifice.