[mature] there is no other version of this story; kagerus

[Kagerus]

Out with the golden we sew, and the lower past that crawls.
Now, to the doorway you run, to the girl that's not lost.

I am not a giver of things, like he thinks. I am not someone to bestow or gift unto those around me. I am a taker - a puller of strings - the worst type of person there is to be, one I always resented.

And yet here I am, nose to nose with the man whose knees I forced to bend. Even if I knew his wont for kneeling, it would be no solace.

I forget about my dilemma when he lifts his gaze to meet with mine. Their depths are a swirl of other-worlds and countless dreams that are beyond even me - my breath shortens, my pupils dilate, I draw every part of him into myself with utter greed.

"My boy..."

My gaze drops under his words, eyelashes fluttering, heart doing the same. I am suddenly shy beneath his gaze, feeling its touch warmly, feeling like I am naked before his hungry eyes. Hesitantly, as if I was not the one to lead our last interactions, I reach out for him.

He is soft where I plant my lips - on his own, an exchange of breath. I look up momentarily, but quickly away again. "There's nothing I could dream that's as sweet as you..."

Kagerus

sweet nothing