plaguedrat: (Hazy dreams)
Rat ([personal profile] plaguedrat) wrote 2015-04-13 03:43 am (UTC)

"What do you know of poetry?" he asked, dropping kisses down Marius' neck and shoulder. There was no rush to what he did, but it wasn't lazy either. There was a certain sense of urgency, of want.

Again, somewhere in the pit of his stomach, was that sense of loss and grief. But also desire, the sense that he couldn't grieve forever.

"He's not here right now," Rat warned of Marius' prayer.

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