𝙳𝙸𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚃𝙾𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵 ? ; @vincitia
decadence tastes like his years on the curve of your palm ; settled into the lines of your own until they are one entity , growth of leaf entwined until neither one can exist without the other . carbon as oxygen burns ━━ he is the fire and you are the wood shimmering in the starlight until love consumes you whole . and you lean back upon silver and gold , sheets which make your skin molten , echoed light which shifts upon window pane until his face becomes oasis through which you feast : his lips the ocean with which you wash away the tragedy of a boy who could not reach . A CHILD WHO WOULD NOT FLY . here you have your wings . slow smile , shift of lips as eyes crinkle , as heart begins to dance and you think of him beneath the moonlight ━━ open limbed and shaking as you press lips to chest and dream of a life without falling . your love and his heartbeats , reverberation of millenia . and you grin as though you were weaver instead of thread , reach out leg to rest against his hip as you catch his eyes in the evening rays . ❛ and if i did ? ❜ you ask , BREATHLESS AND HOPING , tilt of head as you resist the urge to lick your lips and attempt to pull him closer , ❛ . . . what would you do about it ? ❜
pause as you watch him and the silence becomes the weapon through which you move , visceral in the war of wanting , as pawns to the king they protect . and expression shifts to mourning , sadness in the light of your eyes as lips part for the show you deign to perform , ❛ you've been busy most days , a-yao , it's hardly fair to expect me not to entertain myself in your absence . do i not capture your attention anymore ? ❜ extension of lower lip , soft voice as hair shifts , as you run your foot along his thigh , ❛ are you so bored with me you chose work over this ? ❜
