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Hay cantidades de tiempo y trozos de instantes.
No necesito nada de lo primero, porque yendo como voy hacia lo invisible, esos huecos me han dado la tranquilidad de no buscar nada más.
Solo quedarme ahí, junto a tu abrazo, mirándome en el espejo de tus ojos, cobijándome en ese corazón al que yo hablo en susurros cada noche.
Y ahí, en ese hueco imposible, respirarte todos los secretos que pueden ser sentidos para que no los olvides jamás.
Un beso infinito
La otra vez salí con un extranjero, al cabo de un rato se puso romántico conmigo, me dio tanta pena que le pregunté por su antigüos amores. Me gusta hacer eso, siempre distrae a los que no quieren dormir solos. Cómo sospeché, me habló de un episodio doloroso, algo que fue bello y se acabó, algo de lo cual me dijo, estaba completamente arrepentido. Me horrorice, ya saben cómo soy, me asusta un hombre que dice haber perdido el tiempo entre los brazos de una mujer. Le dije que precisamente porque había terminado, era bello. Visiblemente confundido me pidió que me explicara. Le conté entonces que el mundo está en movimiento, que el cambio es lo natural, que la noche procede al día, pero ni una noche ni un día es igual, que el amor es algo que tiene que pasar. Me miró sabiendo que estoy enamorada y que no me iría con él, así que pidió otras dos cervezas y se puso a fumar, se quedó callado y en el hueco que había entre canción y canción me confesó que quisiera entender lo que yo entiendo aún a su edad, le miré las arrugas, solo era un hombre cansado, así que eso mismo le dije: la vida pide y la vida se da.
Erán
Intentamos volver a esas primeras veces, por eso insistimos, por eso de los hábitos y las adicciones.
Pero esa primera vez ya no vuelve, ya sea en el amor, la droga, el juego, la comida, los amigos, un lugar... Pero insistimos, nos encerramos en el círculo con ciega esperanza. Nos convertimos en ello hasta dejar de sentir.
Nos convertimos y quedamos huecos hasta la próxima primera vez.
(Dreams)
Could u write some s/o cuddling head cannons with starrk and nnoitra please :3
Sure! sorry for the long wait! <3
STARRK -
Cuddling with him is like sleeping in a cotton bed for a long time. Starrk's little pillow-nests are always soft and warm, and he tangles himself around you like a boa. It's difficult for you to leave, if not impossible, but that's okay because his purring sounds are lulling and his resting face is adorable.
Starrk loves it when you pet his hair, it helps him to sleep better (and faster).
He'll start returning the motions of affection in no time since it's important to him to give you as much as you give him.
Sometimes you just rest on top of him, and he starts smiling when he feels your warmth.
Loves to have his instincts messed with when it comes to you. He needs the cocktail of dopamine that comes after the submission instinct combined with your hands on his body.
He melts every time, and when he gazes into your eyes, there's nothing more than pure and perfect adoration.
NNOITRA -
He doesn't even know when this started to be a thing in your relationship, but it's too late and pointless to start questioning it now.
Nnoitra sighs almost quietly as he leans a little more into your touch, feeling pathetic for enjoying the contact.
When he's like this with you, it feels almost unbearably raw, and he starts breaking little by little.
Nnoitra never meets your eyes, since he can't seem to stand the amount of love they hold. Not because it bothers him, it doesn't. He just doesn't understand how can you love such a monster.
Cuddling sessions with him don't last very long, as he starts feeling undeserving and all too weak for bearing them.
Unexpectedly enough, Nnoitra lets you do as you please while you cuddle him, tho. If you ask him to touch his hair, or his mask or any other part, he'll just tell you to do what you want and stays very still as you do.
He'll tell you when he's had enough, and he'll leave without a word.
¿Corazón de hielo? No.
¿Corazón hueco? Tal vez.
Una caja de ritmos huecos es lo que tengo en el centro de mi pecho.
— Dorian A.[Fallstar]
