hand reaches out to grasp his wrist, and while the initial grip is firm, it soon loosens-- even if everything in you is desperately crying out to cling to him, to hold him tightly. "can you just-- please, don't leave me alone today. just stay, please." ( heeehh listen i Had to bc them anniversary feeeellsss // forttem )
YOU ARE TIGHT WOVEN STRING / metal prongs which dig deep and carve whole the way you wield words like weapons until they shatter against bone , and you are left with the remnants of hearts beating selflessly upon stone edges , mountain curves . wings which hum in midnight shades ; you regret ever rising to leave ( regret the way you twist actions into unrecognisable shades when he has been anything , everything , you have ever hoped him to be ) .
feel his fingers upon your wrist like a brand , ( like the yew which pressed into forearm as though it were wax upon flame , searing through blood without pause ) , you wonder if this is what it feels like to fly after falling , drink after burning . and his words leave you tattered frame , wood splintering along it’s bends as though completeness were a temporal form of state , you know what it feels like to exist in parts , to separate rib from spine and nerve from skull if only to emulate drowning ( you think this feels more like bleeding ) .
instead you sigh . feel your heart ache crimson wreckage at the embalm of his words and swallow your pride down in echoes of its flow . turn to clasp his hand gently between the warmth of your palms and run your thumbs along his skin ( because you love with a ferocity that leaves you breathless , see the lines which connect his eyes to action and thought to bone and you will ── protect him , for as long as he deems it necessary , for as long as he names you soul ) . situate yourself beside him even as your fingers slide through the ribbons of his hair ; you ── frown , ❛ that was thoughtless of me , i apologise . my colleagues are more than capable of surviving without me for the day . ❜
feel your expression soften as you lean back , murmur , ❛ forgive me ? ❜ before you open your arm in invitation if only for him to fall into .
@forttem

















