blue
he/him
twenty five
february 24
mauville
samsexual
addict
grunt
let us live, since we must die
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knox prescott
around and around [bar crawl]
POSTED ON Sept 20, 2023 22:58:36 GMT
no more craving, wanting, waiting for the inevitable loneliness. waiting instead for his smile and his touch and his laugh and golden eyes and seeing that color, only that color every time he closed his eyes. he could have been a painter in a different life (and he was, somewhere, out there, in a world not this one) and he would have known how to make the gold work with the blue.
how not to turn it into a ruddy brown.
has he ruined it? by missing him and by being here and by touching jayden's waist and telling him all of these important secrets, only his lips are moving and no sounds are coming out? or is he singing? he's singing soundlessly to the music and jayden's asking him more questions.
"like fire and ice and it burns, jay. it burns and you keep asking for more, more, more, as frost wells in your throat, because it fills you up and it's everything. without it, them, all that space is empty and you're left spinning out of orbit -
"colliding." his hips hit his brusquely, hand splayed over the small of his back. he tilts his chin up, smiles with watery eyes, and on the drop he's slipped free, twisting around and head flung back.
jostled by the bodies around him, feeling his atoms vibrating.
"this is feeling alive."
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