HIM AND ME by ASHOTOFJAC (@ashotofjac)
Created for @skambigbang 2021 Rating: Mature Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Summer is dead and the park is a graveyard. Thin, naked trees rattled their skeleton song; the grass was but a slope of brittle brown blades that wilted beneath his feet; and the decrepit swing set swings were propelled back and forth by some invisible hand. Everything was lifeless, muted, dreary, faded.
Isak watched, waiting, for a sign that all is not as bleak as it may seem.
The stranger was near-silent when he arrived, but everything about him commanded attention. Even his name—Even, meaning gift, which Isak thought appropriate—required focus, the tip of Isak’s tongue flicking over the roof of his own mouth. Ev-en, his own heart seemed to beat.
The beautiful boy with the kind blue eyes made everything come alive, even on the deadest of early winter days. His bright beauty forced every moment to be lived like it was the last. He shone so bright that even those beyond the veil would wince at his gleam. But Isak, so sick of the dull, was more than happy to lean in—to allow Even’s golden light to pierce the pall that enshrouded Isak's life the slightest bit. Just enough to let the sun shine through.
