It was their perfect little moment. Silence and Albino Blankness being everything to breathe inexistent life into the Void encircling them in its untouched Security.
No tune, but the Susurration of their whispering Exhales and Inhales..
No beat of life, but their harmonic. To his own bewitched deaf, by the rythmic pounding of the others symphonious heart, he listened to closely. Ears being spiked, with the only important sense his concentration was to be only trusted on. Smell being unimportant, but his singular, eyes being closed to protect him from any scaring memories his half-blind vision cursed him to ever remember, never forget, ever feel crippling its rugged lines over his taken eye to replace, but numbed into darkness, forgotten for once , by only the beats, that were important. Every Sense turned off, reinforcing only the pounds of a loving heart he heard pounding against his sensitive ear. Nestled deep into the others cozy chest. His face, he nuzzled peacefully into this warm Security, it represented. His right ear resting on the spot his heart calmly pulsated.
Leaving only one sense there to remain. Their touch, a honor as it was given, feeling his Warmth , eradicating off his chest to envelope him in its blazing veil.
Feeling him.
Touching him.
His presence, his essence.
So devine, as the contact their interlaced hands shared together. One hooked into the other to never let go again in the lonely Void, that was only their own. A void, inexistent of any bottom, stretching itself wide into the white Endlessness, Weightlessness, the same to rule in their starry cosmos, and yet that Gravity played its unsurpassable forces on them, to make them fall in its swallowing depth and yet, that they did not trip off its endless abyss to their united death, did they stood upright in each others precious embrace, gifts and abilities near stolen away from them, swaying mellifluously from side to side. Rocking and swaying, letting small side-to-side steps destine their lead, though silent.
Was it like their remnants not to exist to engrave this ghostly moment in this frozen time.
Ghosts of lovers? A memory of shattered times? Though did their touch not falter. Not blur into another.
Closed Amber eyes cuddling into the warm darkness of a secure essence. A gravel-grey coat to hide his petite figure floating its yarn veil virtuously down to the tip of his charcoal leathered boots. And a cloak hanging open revealing just his black shirt, concealing itself into the others Herculean chest and yet concealing a secret , it did itself , like its sleeves did the same. Crippled and scarred flesh, having tried to practice its recovering process, forming a pinkish scar large over tis stomach. A burning rage having once not spared to touch him with its lava hands , being its cold cause, and hands of a white raven , carving never-healing letters of a T-R-A-I-T-O-R inside his right wrist, as they took his eye from him, uncovered yet, unlike his wrist's memories were covered securely by onyx fabric , equaling the color of his short wild hair. Muddled only more, by the mouth of his lover, nuzzling himself deep into his scrumptious scented hair. His black, unlike his silver-white. Moon-kissed to be tied up into a short plaid. Adapting the plain color of his smooth clothes. A fine gravel-grey , bleached by mercury moon's evanescent tendrils and bathed in dusty corns of gravel. A cozy pullover, he held his lover close in, pressed to his chest, he felt his Warmth. And Warmth, for a glimpse in one's Mirror to his lover's healed soul, he would give up. Leaned his vigorous form faintly back to awaken Amber eyes and open their closed gate to look up at him, questioningly. Their sparkling marron brown, carrying all shades of a setting sun and freshly won resin , seeping their passionate-red colors out of a tree's vital trunk , hanging in its setting light, until its feathers would fully extinguish in the horizon afar, to dye it with its tar-black darkness of the night. Kill its reflecting Amber colors, like his right eye represented its black Lifelessness. Robbed, taken, Inexistent to display this reminding hole of Emptiness, surrounded by bitter scars, mangled and shiny. Appearing like claws had engraved its jagged lines brutally over it, and he looked down at it directly with his ocean-dripped orbs. Gently, with the most softest smile, gifting him with the scene of his lover's perfect face soothing to form a gentle smile on his own lips.
