for a moment I knew cosmic love
[Ziam, 20k, M]
Liam isn’t exactly sure how it works. How he’s alive. He’s not sure when it happened, either. He can’t remember his childhood all that well, wonders if that means that memories are stored not in the brain but in the heart.
One. Liam’s heart doesn’t beat in his chest. It does beat, in its own little box on Liam’s bedside table, but he can leave and go to work and do everything other humans do, except he does it while leaving his heart at home.
Two. When Liam falls in love, he doesn’t just give his metaphorical heart to someone. He gives them the box, to take care of for better or worse. He learned that one the hard way, when he’d first fallen in love and found that one morning it’d just disappeared, ended up on someone else’s bedside table.
Three. No matter what the recipient does with it, whether they throw it out or shriek or call the police - very valid options even if no one but Liam and the recipient can open the box - it has a way of coming back to them, at least until they hand it back to Liam or Liam finds it back in his possession. Until his heart is his again, doesn’t belong anymore to whoever he - sometimes unwillingly - gave it to.
Written (somehow) for @wordplayfics round 10.2 for the prompt 'heart'.
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