aslkdfjks howdy to the ppl who have followed and stayed following after all this time (ā: iām gonna do just a liāl revamp and actually hopefully get this party started soon bc i cannot get this dude out of my little gremlin brain <3
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āMemory eats me alive. / Memory guts me, / unravels me, strews me / in the snow.ā
ā Aurora Engle-Pratt, from āWhite Outā published in ĆLPHĆ
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āāĀ iĀ willĀ carryĀ you :Ā Ā CONRADĀ SOLOMON
Conrad loves when this happens:Ā Skin against skin, legs tangled on legs, two souls evolving into one on a bed made for only tenderness. This warmth is present, cradling his presence for hours, and it has a name uttered, quietly, wonderfully, between the extra heartbeats he can hear near.Ā (Ā Mike, Mike, Michael . .Ā .Ā )Ā Conrad loves him for everything he would do and say for him, but to start somewhere simply special, he loves Mike for always keeping him in his embraceĀ still and perfect, like a heart only wanted to the body.
In golden serenity, he deeply breathes, stretching his limbs further to release the tension that was built in him. Though the action brings a gentle tightening around him, as if there is a challenge to fight back, and he chuckles, fond of the clinginess in Mike during the early, lovely mornings. Hearing his own small laughter, he freezes, surprised at how genuine and soft he sounded, something that is rare for the world to get.Ā Caught under the vivid experience,Ā he tries to slowly turn over to face Mike.
His heart twists when he notices the worrisome within Mikeās expression as the embrace slowly loosens. Becoming more aware of the feeble squirms in his heart, Conrad slightly opens his mouth to say something,Ā anything.
> ( LOVINGLY ) Youāre adorable.
> ( JOKINGLY ) Youāre like a baby koala.
> SAY NOTHING
[Ā Eventually, silence only remains with Conrad while he moves closer to nuzzle him on the crook of his neck, affectionate in the most softest way possible from him. He inhales and all there exists is Mike, someone imperfect and too real as he is. Mike is here, as Mike is homeĀ ā¦Ā Ā Lips slowly curl at the reminder,Ā a ghost of smile appears on soft skin.Ā ]
restfulĀ sleepsĀ wereĀ plentyĀ withĀ conradĀ āĀ or ,Ā plentierĀ ,Ā atĀ least ;Ā havingĀ someoneĀ toĀ holdĀ onto ,Ā toĀ protectĀ evenĀ duringĀ slumber ,Ā hadĀ givenĀ himĀ plentier ,Ā betterĀ sleepsĀ thanĀ heādĀ hadĀ inĀ fiveĀ yearsĀ .
hisĀ consciousnessĀ stirsĀ atĀ movement ,Ā andĀ heĀ makesĀ aĀ distressedĀ faceĀ asĀ heāsĀ forcedĀ toĀ loosenĀ hisĀ koala - embraceĀ aroundĀ him .Ā ( conrad .Ā connie .Ā hisĀ connieĀ . )Ā beforeĀ heāsĀ pulledĀ completelyĀ outĀ ofĀ sleep ,Ā aĀ nuzzleĀ atĀ hisĀ neckĀ calmsĀ hisĀ heightenedĀ nervesĀ (Ā safe ,Ā safe ,Ā heāsĀ safe ,Ā youāreĀ safe ,Ā togetherĀ )Ā ,Ā andĀ heĀ tightensĀ hisĀ armĀ thatāsĀ wrappedĀ aroundĀ conāsĀ waist .
mikeĀ breathesĀ inĀ deeply ,Ā holdingĀ itĀ inĀ asĀ heĀ opensĀ hisĀ eyesĀ halfway ,Ā andĀ letsĀ itĀ outĀ inĀ oneĀ huff .Ā heĀ curlsĀ backĀ upĀ withĀ aĀ legĀ thrownĀ overĀ conradāsĀ hip ,Ā andĀ nuzzlesĀ hisĀ faceĀ intoĀ blondeĀ hair .
> makeĀ aĀ noiseĀ thatĀ couldĀ kindĀ ofĀ countĀ asĀ aĀ Ā ā good morning ā
> MOVEĀ TOĀ LAYĀ COMPLETELYĀ ONĀ TOPĀ OFĀ CONRAD
> sayĀ nothing ,Ā doĀ nothing
[ afterĀ aĀ fewĀ momentsĀ ofĀ soakingĀ upĀ theĀ warmthĀ āĀ physicallyĀ andĀ theĀ kindĀ ofĀ warmthĀ thatĀ spreadsĀ acrossĀ hisĀ chestĀ onĀ everyĀ morningĀ likeĀ thisĀ oneĀ āĀ mikeĀ startsĀ toĀ moveĀ toĀ layĀ onĀ conradĀ completely ,Ā uncurlingĀ himselfĀ toĀ layĀ likeĀ aĀ starfish .Ā heĀ triesĀ toĀ keepĀ aĀ straightĀ face ,Ā butĀ aĀ littleĀ grinĀ startĀ toĀ pullĀ atĀ hisĀ lips ,Ā andĀ heĀ letsĀ outĀ anotherĀ dramaticĀ huff . ]
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The Woman Destroyed; The Monolgue, Simone de Beauvoir
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