the hands that tug a little bit closer in a hug, a little bit of both hearts spilling into the same sink, a love that spills + gepard methinking about
gepard is someone who is uncertain about voicing his thoughts, his feelings.
grasping hands that hover awkwardly in the space between breaths, terrified out of his mind to reach forwards and close that gap.
still, he can't help but want to keep you close sometimes. your arms around him and vice versa, he feels his grip tighten. pulling you just the slightest bit closer—his heart is so full, it's near bursting.
love spills over, like a leaky faucet; drip drip drip. he aches with all the determination of a heart that yearns.
so much love, that cannot be contained in his human heart. it needs. to go somewhere, it needs to be directed, lest the flow overwhelm him. filled to the brim as he is with this ache that cannot be quelled unless by you, his eyes flutter shut.
your heart is full too—there is so much love here, in this moment, between you two. it spills and spills and spills over your cupped hands, your full hearts.
i love you, gepard mouths into your skin. i love you.
i love you, you say back. i love you.