i placed my hand on the back of his neck. i pulled him towards me. and i kissed him. i kissed him. and i kissed him. and i kissed him. and i kissed him. and he kept kissing me back.
⠀⠀⠀it feels as though years have past with how long he remains asleep. when he finally stirs, slowly stretching his arms and legs, his waking accompanied by a series of pops and crack. god, his joints sound ancient.
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⠀⠀⠀glancing to jared, he raises an eyebrow, >
Maybe it's a want to protect it.
He smiles subconsciously, glancing every few moments, as if making sure its real.
He continues entertaining himself, and when hours pass, he pulls out secret snacks from his backpack.
Just a few granola bars, something to keep him satiated
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were usually drawn forward in a stoic, serious fashion, now relaxed. the tension that was trademark to their expression had slipped away, and in its place was fragility, a certain kind of softness no one had ever seen.
⠀⠀⠀he doesn't stir. he doesn't move, nor make a sound, doesn't shift his weight or show any signs of noticing that another was in their presence. in fact, if it weren't for the gentle rise and fall of his chest, it would seem almost as those he was dead.
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⠀⠀⠀brows that >
It's hard to ignore the display.
But for once, Jared doesn't want to disturb.
As he puts back the comic books he's been observing
(And the Mangas he's been making fun of) he muses a couple of reasons, sleeping.. crying.. plain boredom?
Something pulls him in.
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i decided to find you, throw myself at your feet, and beg you to have mercy on me. i’ll accept whatever you choose, just don’t ask me to live apart from you again, because… i can’t.