INVISIBLE STRING

AND THE FATES THAT BIND US

WHAT FERNANDO AWAKENS to is not the comfort of another body. it is the foreign alienation that comes from being displaced. he’s not at home; he’s not where he expects.

so when his eyes open, pried by instinct, he immediately closes them. slows his breathing to lull himself into the illusions of still being out. at least until his mind can catch up.

why?

where?

the jarring split second of coming too is replaced by his senses. it grounds him in the ruffles of silk sheets and the warmth of her clinging to his side. she still smells like the bad decisions of an overpriced tab but the small noises she breaths tell a story of relief.

“…”

he’s careful not to disturb her slumber. small, minute movements to snake his half-asleep arm out from under her grasp. the crinkle of the pillows give away his intentions when he runs his fingers against her cheek.

his glare is sharp, pointed with the growing recolletion of last night, but his touch still remembers delicacy.

only here, in the confines of her chamber, does he shed the weight of porcelain mask.

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illeana reyes

INVISIBLE STRING

AND THE FATES THAT BIND US

SHE’S EASY TO PRY OFF but fernando is more than at home in the arms of another. it’s an indulgence he craves and treasures but can never admit to. only the silent actions taken while she is unaware, unable to discern, showcase how much he appreciates her.

careful finger tips run through her hair. the backside of those same digits brush against her cheeks. he looks at her face, eyes closed, hitched in quiet murmurs, and loses his thought in worship for someone she isn’t.

he leans in for a quiet kiss. the same kiss she would respond to even when sleeping.

“…”

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illeana reyes

INVISIBLE STRING

AND THE FATES THAT BIND US

IF SHE WON’T SAY IT then he will. “good morning,” is the only reprieve she’s given before he goes for seconds. to taste her once more. again, and again. as much as she’ll allow him to engorge on until time forces him to adjust to the rest of the world.

which means time is not on his side. every second leads into minutes that tick until the world needs him again. each tick draws this closer to an end but he doesn’t rush it. this should be sentimental. she is his world.

that’s how he was trained and continues to approach it. it’s the same instance illeana has seen when she set the precedent.

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illeana reyes

INVISIBLE STRING

AND THE FATES THAT BIND US

SHE CLINGS TO HIM for support and he endures. endures with a patience that’s born from a tried and true methodology. each action unravels the next steps, cut between the dwindling proximity they seal with soft lips and slow kisses.

and when he draws too close, pulled into her center of gravity, he springs his trap. arms extend like the man eater she wishes she could be, drawn to her wrist as fernando roll on top of her to mount. knees dig into the bedding, casting his shadow over her, as her hands are held against her will well above his enduring smooch.

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illeana reyes

INVISIBLE STRING

AND THE FATES THAT BIND US

APPRECAITION DOTES on what little time they have left. his movements are purposefully drawn out, all to make it that much more excruciating once it all comes undone.

when the language of her body begs for more, for him to make the most of it, he denies her. there is value in humility, he decides, all too pleased with the attention she draws against his jaw.

“illeana.”

he enjoys her attentiveness for a good moment until it’s his time to attack. hands held high, there is little recourse for his mimicry of her slow crawl. reserved kisses of chaste lips start to flower over her neck and toward her collar bone.

sometime he hovers. sometimes anticipation builds a stronger feel than the touch itself.

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illeana reyes

INVISIBLE STRING

AND THE FATES THAT BIND US

HER REACTION IS GRATITUDE ENOUGH. the pleasant purr of acceptance coaxes him to want to give into her. to provide for her with copious acts of service. but fernando own wants are second only to his ego.

a performance requires his best foot forward. to cave now and relish in their mutual need only ends up with a half as satisfying result. it is perseverance, the ability to stave off the immediate cravings, that culminate into a stronger climax.

and who enjoys a better cliff hanger than the person brave enough to play with her boss but too intimidated to ask the necessary questions? the same head scientist who’s given her title appropriately. after all, fernando needs to make sure she stays at the top. that’s why he lets her go and give her services to the league.

in that same vein, he descends, giving his services to make sure she’s given the appropriate head moniker she wears so proudly.

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illeana reyes

INVISIBLE STRING

AND THE FATES THAT BIND US

MORNING DEW is a good omen back in kanto. it foretells a prosperous season, one that promises bountiful harvest with the onset of a moist dawn. and, as adulthood as reinforced, fernando has grown to recognize that some ole wives’ tale hold merit.

his own personal harvest reinvigorates him in a way that only illeana’s LIFE DEW can. it restores his stamina with self confidence brought on by his results and her responses. in that way, they are alike, built by the praise of their partners. but for him, words are cheap.

actions, not words, dictate someone’s authenticity.

there is no lie spoken by the way she writhes. he believes her. finds himself flattered by the way her fingers curls against his hair.

he brushes a place for his cheek to rest against the inside of her thigh. “good morning,” he laughs against soft flesh, nuzzled against his makeshift pillow.

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illeana reyes