Status: In the process of being written.
Talvie, Talvie, Talvie
one
He pretends there are soft lips on his cold cheeks and Harper never wants to leave.
"Fuck me till I feel fragile," he murmurs, but there's no one around to heed his words anymore. He's alone now, small and tragic. He's a Gemini without a twin and the cosmos doesn't care.
Harper's imagination is a wild one, and he creates Talvie yet again. This time, they're standing in the frost and agreeing that they are one. Talvie needs him to be whole again, he imagines. Then he agrees and they kiss. In his imagination, Talvie is already stripping him of clothing and he's ever so intent on Harper's happiness.
Harper knows he is bony, but Talvie doesn't mind this time. Talvie is agreeing that they are both tortured, misunderstood souls in desperate need of one another.
In Harper's imagination, he is fucked slowly and gently and Talvie enjoys it just as much as he does.
The only problem with the fantasy is that when it's over and Harper wakes up again, he is alone.
"Fuck me till I feel fragile," he murmurs, but there's no one around to heed his words anymore. He's alone now, small and tragic. He's a Gemini without a twin and the cosmos doesn't care.
Harper's imagination is a wild one, and he creates Talvie yet again. This time, they're standing in the frost and agreeing that they are one. Talvie needs him to be whole again, he imagines. Then he agrees and they kiss. In his imagination, Talvie is already stripping him of clothing and he's ever so intent on Harper's happiness.
Harper knows he is bony, but Talvie doesn't mind this time. Talvie is agreeing that they are both tortured, misunderstood souls in desperate need of one another.
In Harper's imagination, he is fucked slowly and gently and Talvie enjoys it just as much as he does.
The only problem with the fantasy is that when it's over and Harper wakes up again, he is alone.
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