does the dark feel warmer than the light now; isakov

[isakov]

throw me in the water, don’t think about the splash i will create
leave me at the altar, knowing all the things you just escaped

He remembers.
There is so little that Isakov forgets.

Sometimes he thinks he can still feel the heat of the purple stallion’s skin against his lips. And he thinks about the absolute stillness that had collapsed around them like some living, breathing thing. The silence that had consumed them.

He has never known anything like it, Isakov, and he finds himself craving it.
And Sleaze, too. Because he is older now, the boy all draped in galaxies, but he has not yet become cruel. His cruelty is still years off, a thing that he knows by name but has not learned to master yet.

He draws his mouth across the surface of the water and looks up sharply at the sound of his name. And there he is, the purple stallion, Sleaze.

Isakov smiles, just barely. He lifts his head, dripping water from his mouth, and goes to him. Touches him with his wet mouth, exhales a sigh that sounds like relief.

“You found me,” he murmurs into the heat of Sleaze’s skin. “Sleaze, you found me.”

isakov

@[sleaze]