everything is just cold.
hands intertwined, but cold.
lips meet and dance together, but no heat.
the heat is no where to be found. not on the outside, at least. only inside. always, on the inside.
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"oswald," his voice is rough and hoarse from the dry air.
"edward."
"tell me, tell me something beautiful and true." he wants to hear something from the heart.
oswald pauses. theres so much around them. clothes, furniture, material things of course. but besides that, the not so physical things. the passion, the love. the lust. the want.
"edward, not enough beautiful words can deacribe and make you fully understand what truly manifests in my heart for you, my love. my only."
"oswald, what we have. its heavenly." his grip tightens around oswalds hand.
"i know, Ed. i know." he says with as much meaning as he can express.
they kiss. they love. the make each other whole. they complete each other. love encaptures even the most broken of us. the most torn souls have what the most perfect of creatures can obtain. unconditional, raw, pure love and affection. all they ever wanted,
at last.
