within his chest , do spring's wisteria bloom and spread their fragrance . . . leave their dust between his ribs . they colour him in palest violet --- gently rock back and forth , nudged by the passing breeze of the mountain ranges , there in the distance . shaking , leaning against the swift gusts . he inhales them quietly . . . as if waiting , for their permission , wondering , if their blessing can truly be received by one carrying the hues of sin . he hums , quietly , for himself --- asks for allowance . a glimpse of enlightenment . until it is given --- until jace closes their gap , takes the freedom he finds in his own soul within . tony prays , halts his breath , stops his own pulse from beating --- to call upon the same freeing salvation , to call it by his real name --- to call it his . thunderous , deafening --- the accumulated downpour . it clashes against own glance , leaves him to blink it away .
jace's reluctance carries a similar and yet different colour than tony's --- a lighter shade , a warmer tone . a summer evening's dusk . . . early autumn's golden hour . quiet droplets --- whispering tides crashing upon the shore . gentle in their approach --- almost inaudible in their stay . he figures , the younger's darkness must be a similar shade . gray , like the dried stones . a washed out white , sandy . . . the shell of a forgotten conch . fragile , easy to turn into dust --- to disappear entirely . their hand , warm against his cool skin . an urgency hides between his fingers --- electrifies the elder to freeze , momentarily . he has turned it all into muted white noise , unregistered , filtered out --- it's jace's voice that rings , hums like the deepest strings of an instrument to be strummed by the strong stroke of a hand . perhaps --- a confession , he has pushed by force . perhaps , tony cannot live in the uncertainty , carved by his own hands in past times . it leaves him empty of words --- all that lingers on the verge of own lips , on the tip of his tongue --- cannot grasp the approaching tsunami , breaking against the cliffs . their urgency matches his , answers it , continues the burning emptiness left --- after a heart has seen another . naked . and indeed --- it is skin on skin that leaves him to shiver --- exposed , by the weeping cold .
eyes flutter shut . the warmth spreads through his face --- colours it by the withered dust of vanished peonies , drenched by rain's generous , purifying greeting . at the foot of the mountain , at the gates of an unearthly world . . . head leans closer , returning the fever that has possessed him . met with the same intensity --- the elder's large palm engulfs the side of their face , digits firmly against the nape of their neck , thumb brushing over their wet cheek . it tears at his soul , nudges at the jagged edges of the simmering phantoms --- it is a false announcement of pending dawn , that illuminates the sky . vanishing , into the depth of brewing , spilling , watered ink --- brilliant in its blinding arrival . a crawling approach , a slow stride --- accompanied by the howling cracks above the sky , tearing and growling . it shakes the earth to it's core , threatens to split the heavens before the male's eyes . breathless , he breaks the kiss --- barely to move an inch .
his gaze scans their face , jumps across features --- merely to encounter the same vulnerability that has spread through his own spirit , has unchained his buried heart . overwhelmed , wet forehead presses against theirs --- " i couldn't push you away , even if i wanted to , " , his words are drowning in an unresolved desire --- as if alive , living , breathing --- taking each of his inhales and leaving him to choke , " you'd find me . " . he unites their lips once anew --- burning by the absence of a sensitive warmth to embrace them . his mind won't quiet down , won't hold still --- threatening to spill out , flood their feet until a river forms its way through the ancient stone . thus --- lips part , " your soul won't leave me alone , jeongmin -- " , head brushes against the side of their head , lips grazing the younger's ear , " can't stop thinking about you . you find me , " , an inhale --- laced by the wet soil , the mud and jace's own fragrance , " even in the deepest night . " . he'd drop on his knees , the fool --- and confess it all . leave not a heartbeat of a pause between his words . it's enough to fill a thousand days with rainstorms . a hundred years with monsoons . he faces them , his eternal sun anew . all bare . softened edges , the patience of looming insecurity simmering behind own glance . " i'm weapon - less now , you know . i have nothing --- " , both of his hands cup their face as if to plead , " nothing to defend myself . " , and indeed , a frown frames his brows . delayed --- almost broken in his rhythm , as if reluctant to part from his lips , the words vanish by the rain's given answer . he's left --- with his chest open .
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