shoulder throbbing in cruel intent,
memories of a previous fight slow in their gradual return, matthew couldn’t help but exhale a quiet groan ; a former bullet’s wound agonizing in its mere ›
the other’s direction ; senses still
worn after a many beatings.
“ the others. where are they ? ” , his persecutors. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚͟𝐬͟𝐞 don’t let them be dead.
> @ONEMXNWAR .
shoulder throbbing in cruel intent,
memories of a previous fight slow in their gradual return, matthew couldn’t help but exhale a quiet groan ; a former bullet’s wound agonizing in its mere ›
sharp stench of weaponry,
and the undeniable strength of a heartbeat belonging to no other but .̲.̲.̲
“ 𝒇rank. ” , voice hoarse from however long he had been out, an own head turned into ›
soon pressed against skin. )
i’m———i know i keep saying it .̲.̲.̲ but i’m sorry.
( sincere apology, the speedster was all but held tighter. ) every day .̲.̲.̲ i thought of you.
( too many months spent apart,
disappearance without warning, matthew had presumed ire, perhaps a many justified statements of frustration, but instead .̲.̲.̲ a reunion of heartfelt intent ; and ›
(tears threatened to fall as waterline grew wet, and nose to flesh just beneath ear as he softly inhaled——a scent he'd missed more than he'd imagine was possible, four months entirely too long without his lover.—
an own cranium leaned against
theirs. fingertips caressing lover’s scalp in sweet affection, it was the vigilante’s head to turn but slightly for lips to brush against another’s temple ; a kiss ›
a quiet in the dark, a lingering
𝓈hadow, sharpening the sole melody in an otherwise soundless night.
the devil 𝐰͟𝐚͟𝐢͟𝐭͟𝐬, calm but attentive, for another to break the silence.