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 knows there is something cruel about the magic that lives inside his chest.
This is not the sort of thing born from goodness, he knows that.

But he feels good and whole and real here, wrapped quietly around Sleaze. Breathing. Feeling. Perceiving. He can think of nothing he has wanted more than this. He wants to ask if they can stay this way forever, just the two of them, protected from the world outside of this moment.

How his heart spasms to hear that Sleaze has missed him, too. That he has thought about him.
How it thrills him to think that he must mean something to this dark purple stallion.

He smiles something secret, something quiet.
He does not withdraw until Sleaze confesses his fear.

He separates himself entirely, though does not wedge any more space between them than he has to in order to steadily meet Sleaze’s gaze. He reaches out to gingerly bump his nose against Sleaze’s and exhales a soft sigh.

“There is nothing to be frightened of,” he murmurs, still holding that dark gaze. “I won’t hurt you.” And he means it. In that moment, he means it with every fiber of his being. He doesn’t know if it’s a promise he will be able to keep, but he sinks into another embrace and holds the dark stallion close.

“I would not dream of hurting you.”

isakov

@[sleaze]