♚ omg,,,,,,
forehead kisses.
a pleased lilt touches petal-lips , his breath but the sweetest nightingale’s song , and for a moment , HE BECOMES THE SUN , the center of his undeserving , center of the world that was never his to begin with , where solar - winds couldn’t hurt and space was kind ( but , god , these things don’t happen like in movies: there’s no firework kisses, none of that first - place gold because you happen to dress in silver every day .. ).
❛ —— .. what’s this all about ..? you do love this sort of surprise ... ❜ warm , calloused palm reaches to ruffle soft locks in fond caress , a declaration that he no longer hungers ( isn’t it just formality ?? ), that he’d rather give than receive , because mercy is for the great and not for the stumbling ..