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He lays his head on your lap, his chest lightly rising and falling rhythmically. It was one of the most beautiful sights you’ve ever seen. His face void of a single furrow, at peace. It was in these moments you would wonder if time would cause the two of you to part, to drift and become just a moment. You stroke his pale hair, it’s thick and coarse mirroring his personality, but it’s soothing—romantic even—as if it kisses your fingers and sticks to you. You move your other hand down to where his hand rests beside you, you drag your index lightly along his knuckles calloused; just how many fights has my dear had to go through? You move your whole hand over his closed hand, consuming the warmth it releases, it’s a sultry warmth you could get sick of it realistically. You move your fingertips to open his palm and trace a message to his palm, never leave me, I beg of you, not romantic in the slightest. It was an honest plea that he would never hear.

In the middle of the night he wakes as you had fallen asleep sitting up right so as not to disturb him. He lifts his heavy head and holds your head, caressing his thumb over your cheek and he brings your body down to lay properly. He stares at your sleeping face intently.

“Sleeping without a worry in the world…” He whispered it out and reaches his hand to your face, but he stops himself and hesitates. You can’t see his face and don’t even know he ever hesitated, but he did. “I miss you” An odd profession, he is right there with you. He moves his hand to yours and connects each of his fingertips with yours, he’s touching the smallest bit of skin yet his ears have grown red. “Ahh… I can’t..” It’s with such a curiosity as to what his thoughts possibly are, your body reacts and your hand jolts away from his. “Ah! Sorry… I’ll let you sleep in peace, so don’t run.” He lays next to you and just watched you sleep, your nostrils slightly opening wider, your chest lightly rising and your eyelids twitching ever so slightly.

You finally wake up, but he’s not there. You get up from the bed to look for him when you hear the faucet in the bathroom running, so you walk over to the bathroom.

“Ah there you are..” Your voice is deeper and hoarse, your vision slightly blurry, but you see him clearly washing his face.

“Yes, here I am. Did you finally wake?” He looks at you from the mirror, as he brushes his hair back with his hands.

“Mhmm…your hair is getting damp, if you need your hair out of your face just use a head band.” You walk past him to get to the drawer and toss him a cat head band “Here, it’s cute isn’t it”? you sit on the counter to watch him.

He puts it on immediately and checks himself out before looking down at the sink and letting out a light chuckle. “Such a seductive voice you got there to be calling me cute with..” He’s teasing your morning voice, so you avoid his gaze in embarrassment. “Seems you had a good sleep.”

You continue to watch him do the rest of the morning routine you had taught him, your so fixated on him you almost forget to reply. “Mm, you’re one to talk.” You move intro a criss cross sitting position on the counter and lean your back against the mirror, you can see him miss his temple and part of his nose and laugh to yourself. “You’re missing spots..”

“Ahh… if you see me struggling shouldn’t a princess help out?” He puts him palms out to you and moves his face closer to you closing his eyes. You lean in and take some product left from his hands and apply it where he missed it. You two didn’t speak, it was intensely intimate. All that was left in that bathroom was the sounds of you two breathing and him trusting you. You decide to give a small peck to his lips although you knew it’d get product on you. After so, he opened his eyes abruptly and laughs. “It’s on your face.” His smile is sweet and big, his eyes squinting and all of his teeth showing, it’s almost like a puppy.

“I know.” You grab his towel and wipe around your mouth quickly just to remove it. “Is it all gone? I can’t see I’m against the mirror.” You lean forward, but instead of answering he kisses your forehead putting more product on you. “Agh!”

“Yes it’s gone from your lips… oh but you do have some on your forehead!” He jokes with a cheeky smile and begins to rinse the product off. “Hmm, I wonder who’d win…” It was an odd comment, who’d win what?

“Hmm?” You leave the product on your forehead, your waiting for him to finish damping his face with the towel to just use his.

“You’re against the mirror, who’d win, you or the mirror?” It was a stupid question, but he folds his towel and wipes the product off your forehead, so you can’t even be annoyed.

“Me obviously, I’m the truth, it’s just a reflection of me it can’t even capture my love for you.” You hop off the counter and scoot his away from the sink so you could brush your teeth. “It just covers the surface of who I am.”

“I’d say it captures your love for me… it depicts your ears growing red from me just touching your forehead. Seems your love for me slips out often doesn’t it?” He teases you from behind blowing hot air to your ear, but he’s not wrong. Even at the very surface of who you are, your entire being is in love with him.

“So do you love me less? Your ears aren’t red in the mirror just from being near me.” You finally put the toothbrush in your mouth, not expecting him to reply fast enough to your remark.

“You can’t see it?” Hmm? Your eyes go wide and you turn your head to look at him, looking him up and down as if attempting to dissect him at just a glance. You brush harder and try to rush brushing your teeth to reply, spitting out and replying before all the frothed up toothpaste is out.

“Wherghe?”

“Huh…?” You spit out the toothpaste, wipe your mouth and try again.

“Where?” You look at him again and grab his shoulders to turn him around a whole 360. Yet you still don’t see what he’s talking about.

“Hahaha! It’s here.” He points at his eyes. “Even through the mirror my eyes only look at you, or what you only watch yourself in the mirror?” He ruffles your hair and walks out of the bathroom, he’s probably gonna grab clothes to change into, but instead of getting ready to shower yourself, you follow after him. “Don’t you have to shower?” He doesn’t even turn around and just asks as he walks to his closet.

“Why don’t you blush?” It was an honest question you wanted an answer to, after saying you realized you always wanted the answer.

“…I blush.” He murmured the answer out so you couldn’t quite catch it. He’s putting his pants on and as he slides his pants up, it’s as if he’s noticed you still staring at him so he avoids your gaze turning his back to you. “Why’re you watching? Don’t you have to shower?” It was unlike him so you walk over to him and make him face you, his face was covered in all sorts of sweet red hues. “Haah…” He looks at you with glossy eyes.

“Oh…” He’s hot to the touch, and extremely flushed.

“I blush… I don’t think you tend to notice though since I normally do things that shift your attention.” He finally buckles his pants and begins to put his shirt on, but what he said has truth… you never really notice if he does or doesn’t. “Who knew it’d be so embarrassing to admit that I blush…” You’ve never seen him so embarrassed before. It was a rare sight, but a slight you know only you’ve ever seen. You can’t but be so happy not matter how tortured he feels about it.

“I’ll make you admit embarrassing things more often, I promise it.” He looks at you with a daring expression.

“A threat? To me? Hah, I’m excited to see.” His embarrassed expression is quickly gone as he finishes buttoning up his dress shirt. You also remember you’re meant to shower and run off to the bathroom. “Hahaha, what a bold threat… I’m not easily embarrassed you know, you just caught me off guard with such a question.” Although you couldn’t hear what he said, he said it anyway in a way that message was still conveyed even through the silence on your end.

You hear a loud slam and metal clanking from Rafayel's garden, in which you remembered he decided to paint there for today... you immediately rush over as it seems, he is the one who fell over.

"Rafa are you o-" the scene that you're met with happens to be paint all over Rafayel's head and torso, and a face of pain as he seems to have landed on his… tailbone?

"Oh no! It seems I've fallen!!! for you~" Although he seems to be in pain he's making corny jokes. He gets up and you place your foot out to "trip" him, but unexpectedly he actually trips over your foot and falls.

"Oh my gosh! Sorry, I didn't think you'd actually fall for it!?" Rafayel doesn't get up, this time he holds his elbow. Looks at you and says the worst words imaginable.

"I think my elbow is broken... like it hurts wayyy too bad." He stares at you with his eyes wide and his upper lip twitching.

"Seriously? Like broken? Like it’s actually snapped in two?!” You’re too shocked too believe it, if he actually broke his elbow that’s a serious issue.

You crouch over to where he is and help him sit up, he holds his elbow and looks at you with glossed over eyes. You help him up and call for the paramedics.

When the paramedics arrive they take him to the hospital and the scan comes back as a transverse humerus fracture… he broke his elbow. You can’t help but feel guilt at tripping him and put your face in your hands, too ashamed to look at him as the doctors put a cast over his arm.

“Don’t look so guilty, I think I broke it when I fell off the ledge not when you tripped me.” His tone is playful and gentle, when you look up at him he has a playful embarrassed look on his face. “I shouldn’t have sat on the ledge anyways… it’s my left arm too who needs a left arm?!” He tries to lighten the mood by joking around, but he clearly is a little worried about the fact his elbow is broken, like anyone else should be.

"I really am so sorry... I mean isn't my whole job to protect you?!" You have finally entered the stage of, motherly concern, you can't help but continue to pry into him and want to coddle him like a little duckling that was separated from their mother. I mean look at his seriously concerned face! It's very cute, but that's unrelated. "cute..." The quietest whisper escapes you, but sadly Rafayel 100% heard you.

To prove he did, he tilts his head like a puppy. "Oh~? Hmm, if I'm so cute give me a treat!" He curls his hands into a fist and sticks his tongue out, but very shortly after he looks off to the side and you see him squinting in embarrassment.

"Wtf..." Your jaw and the floor take a quick smooch as you're so astonished at the sight that has just beheld you. "Did you hit your head too? Maybe I should get the doctor again to check if you got a concussion..." You stand up and turn around ready to leave, but he grabs your arm to stop you from leaving.

"No! They already tested me for that, sit back down... you have some payback to do." He pulls you back, but into the hospital bed with him (he's still there due to the fact that, yes, indeed, he has a concussion) you sit at the end of it. "Wow, making me fully extend my other arm... scoot closer." In a cute whining tone he teases you for sitting at the end of the bed, but the last part is mumbled and he does a slight pout.

"Huh? I didn't hear the last part?" You totally understood it, but to tease him you decide to get intensely close to him, hovering directly over his and your noses almost touching.

"Ahh~ you want to kiss me soooo bad." He moves his hand to hold your waist, and jokes around with you a little. "Go on then, kiss me, you owe me a kiss I mean, c'mon look at my arm." You give in to his playfulness and give him a kiss, but he grabs the back of your neck and deepens the kiss. You move your lower body to sit atop him, but you push on his chest lightly to be released from the kiss and he lets you go with ease. "mm... thank you baby." In a light scruffy tone he thanks you for the kiss.

"Mm... I don't owe you a kiss anymore!" You stick your tongue out and squeeze his face with both hands, but you bring his squished face to your lips once more and give a chaste kiss onto his forehead. "That one was for me by the way, I have plans with some coworkers today, so I'm gonna get going alright? Text me if you need anything" You move off of him, and grab your bag and phone and are about to leave until he calls for you just as your hand reached the door.

"Miss!!!!!" You turn just your head to look at him, maintaining your hand on the door.

"What?"

"I love you." He does the cheekiest smile ever, and you put your head against the door, because why does he have to be that cute even when he's injured.

"I love you too.." You mumble it slightly as it's embarrassing to say in the middle of a hospital room.

"Ahh, so quietly, I'd scream it at the top of my lungs on the highest mountain top you know. Seems I'm more sincere." He does a pout and moves his whole body to face away from the door.

You walk over and give a kiss to his ear whispering, "I love you more." You run away out of the door before he could even breathe out another breath.

“Y/N can we.. talk?” You were sitting at the table working on some paperwork you had leftover when Marius came home, instead of his usual short ‘I’m home’ he decided to be the one to approach the tension. His slight prick at the air with his words and you can feel the tension wilt.

“Yes, I think that’s needed…” You are hesitant and almost ashamed you weren’t the one to initiate the talk. All aside you organize and pile up your paperwork to engage in the conversation. Marius undresses himself and gets a coffee ready to have the conversation on the couch, it’s a nice warm ambiance, but the second one of you two will talk that warmth might just ran away.

“Why..?” Before you even manage to get to the couch and with his back turned to you and his hands still busy stirring the creamer into the coffee he asks a vague question.

“Why what exactly?” You quit with the organizing and decide to just move to the couch. “Why do we have this tension? Or what?” He holds our mugs of coffee in his hands and walks over, but he doesn’t dare lift his eyes to see you and acknowledge you.

“Why did we even argue… I don’t understand, I just don’t get how we can’t agree.” He finally looks at you, but his eyes don’t look at you, only the situation he has in front of him. He’s viewing it all with a lace mask, only vaguely seeing you.

The argument was a simple one, but it was overly emotional on both parties. You two argued on whether or not you leave for 6 months on a internship trip, you knew at the time at which you asked he was struggling with handling work and personal life, but you also knew that the experience from the work (as well as connections) are career altering. It was a moment where you had to choose your love or your career.

“Mari… my job is my life, I’ve spent years studying for an opportunity like this.” You accept the mug of coffee, but you don’t look at him.

“…am I not your life as well?” My love is my life, he has always expressed his love in such a way, and although you too expressed it as such… your career is something you worked so hard at, it is your life force.

“You can’t just say stuff like that. You have to at least give me a reason not to..” You finally look him directly in the eye, just to see him look at you with such a solemn expression.

“You asked me 3 days ago, you knew I was struggling at work… you knew that I needed you and you asked me if you could leave. I needed you. I have been so stressed with work, the media and my own hobbies, and now even my relationship… I am just so tired.” He placed his drink down, he just looks at you with glossed over eyes. “I told you every single day, I am exhausted, every night I’d hold you because that is where I felt my energy, but you said you wanted to leave me for six months… how am I meant to just be okay?” His manner of speech gets more slurred and rapid, he is becoming more and more distressed. “I just- I don’t know, you asked me the worst thing at the worst moment, and even now I am stressed beyond my mind and need you a lot, but you keep trying to run from me.” Finally at once, his eye lets out a tear and it falls, with it his head falls. He doesn’t dare look at the expression on your face.

“Why didn’t you tell me that 3 days ago? Why did you resort to anger? Instead of just expressing your sorrows and pressures, you decided to yell at me… you made me feel… like a terrible fiancee.” His hand covers his eyes, he still won’t look at you, even though you are covered in tears too. “Am I so terrible for wanting to continue in my career? Like you love art, I love law… is it so terrible of me?” You move forward, your coffee set on the floor, you grab his wrist and try to pull his hand away from his eyes. “Marius… look at me.” You plead. “Mari, look at me, please, I beg of you to look me in the eyes and answer me. Answer me.” You finally managed to rip his hand off his face, but when he looks at you his eyes swollen, his lips pouting, and his cheeks glistening under the warm lights, he is the man you love. “Haah, what a cruel man you are.” You move your head to his shoulder, he grabs your elbows and moves your arms around him and you just hug your love allowing your tears to soak into his shoulder.

“You- you are not terrible, you are my fiancee, you are my love and my life. I’m sorry, you’re not terrible. I am.. I am a cruel and selfish man.” He holds you in his arms and rubs his large hand against your back to soothe you, but it ignites more tears within you. “I’m sorry baby, but I still don’t want you to leave me, please don’t go.” You pull out of the hug and look at Marius in front of you, what a daring man, even when you’re clearly vulnerable he chooses to go on offense and try to convince you. You laugh in his face. “Huh? Why’re you laughing at me!!” In a cute teasing tone he holds you and shakes you lightly, his face cracks a smile, his tears dried up on his face.

“No no, hahaha! I’m not laughing at you! Actually… that’s a lie, I am.” You can’t help, but laugh. He looks utterly pathetic. “You look pathetic” You give him a light kiss on his cheek. “I won’t go, the second my own tears fell I decided I won’t, I need you too.

“Pathetic?!” As if to hear you repeat the latter part again he focuses on the insulting part.

“Yes, and it’s very cute and charming dare I say” He reciprocates your compliment with a kiss on the cheek. His eyes revealed from behind that delicate lace he places at times of struggle. “You know-”

“You’re very cute too dare I say” Although he interrupted you, it was almost a sign that you shouldn’t tell him that habit of his. “So very cute” He begins to shower your face in kisses. It’s a nice gesture, but it feels poorly timed.

“Understood.” You push him away and he accepts it, he picks his coffee back up and takes a sip.

I desire to pinch your cheeks like one plucks petals from a flower, my mind is laced with curiosity if you’re as soft as when I rub my thumb against the fragrant petal. If I hold your hand, would you squirm and attempt to break free, or would you willingly follow me through that garden. It’s simple, quiet and utterly blissful, but I understand all too well that some may crave more. If what you want is more, I’ll become more, I’ll become what this garden is in its entirety and more.

The look of your lips when they gently touch the rim of that tea cup, your lipstick staining it a pretty light shade. I don’t think you’re aware of how it smears it on your lips the slightest bit, I’d love to touch your lip and fix it.

Although in a garden the flowers are meant to be the most fragrant, I’m afraid you are far more worth the effort of my sense. As you gaze and caress the flowers, I can’t help but lower my lips to your nape and inhale your being, it’s with a soft chaste kiss that I see the tips of your ears emit that heat I just want to be consumed into.

I love when you sleep underneath a tree hidden from the sun, how fragile and ignorant you are of the bees and other insects that are just as interested in you as I am. I do my best to keep you safe, not too cold from the shade and breeze by using my cardigan, but at times I notice that slight furrow of your brows and feel a pang of guilt in my heart.

In the hospital, the white lights finally turned off, the heart monitor muted. It was the summer, the sun was beginning to set at around 8 to 9 PM, you don't know exactly when. Luke had invited you to simply be in his arms, so you laid right beside him in the bed that barely held him down.

There you were, absorbing his warmth and allowing your cold tears to bleed through his gown and drench his chest. His chest that still told his story, beating and rising as he takes his final breaths. You understand well that this will be the last time you'll lay in bed with him, this will be the very last time you hear his heart and his words. This will be his last.

"Are you in pain?" You know the answer is yes, everything within him hurts and is dying.

"Hah, my heart stings a little. Will you kiss it better?" You were already laying your head in his chest, so you kiss it... oblige by his final requests. You grip his gown, you can't accept he's leaving. Just not yet. "Don't cry... your crying hurts me more than dying..." he holds your head, the same he'd hold a newborn's head, gently with a soothing slight pressure to keep you in place.

"Don't say that.... don't- don't say you're going to die. Please, live... don't leave me..." You're not even sure if you're allowed to plead with him to live, to continue to live and suffer through the pains... to just cling to life even in pain. You cry so heavily in his chest and he simply soothes you, he soothes you even in his dying moments.

"Can you promise me one thing...? Promise me..." He has begun to cry as well, you hear him hiccup between his words as well. "promise me you'll love again, share your love to others... don't let my death haunt you..." He moves your face to face his, you see his eyelashes drowning in his own tears, but even in this sadness he smiles. He gives a kiss to your forehead.

"I- I could never... Luke you are my love... I don't think I'll ever love.. again, if it's not you then- then never again. " He laughs, you two would joke about how never is a really long time, but you meant it. You will never love anyone how you loved Luke. "I mean it, I will until I as well take my dying breath." Through the wavered voice you express sternly your love.

"Okay okay, I will love you forever then. Forever and always. Y/N you will forever be my love, my girlfriend, my wife, my dream, my muse, my everything... all I want is to love you forever." Although tears are smearing his face and even snot is coming out of his nose, with a wavered voice... he smiles. He smiles because he is so in love with you that even parting with you feels... bearable because he's parting while stupidly in love. "I want you to be happy, so please remember that I passed loving you, and I will look for you in every other universe... I promise I will always love you." He kisses your lips, his lips were soaked in his salty tears, but you didn't mind, because yours were just as salty and soaked.

"Okay, I promise... I will love again..." He pauses, he smile falters for a moment but he remains smiling. "I will love you forever in my heart and mind, and I will love you again in every other universe that I find you in." He laughs... you will love again, but only if the one you are loving is Luke.

"Oh my baby..." He holds you closely... his grip is unfamiliar to you as it is tightening... he can no longer bear with the pain. "...I love you, forever and always." You feel his grip tighten even more, you can't breathe he's squeezing you so tightly, but you don't dare to try and push him away simply allowing yourself to lose your breath.

...

His grip slowly loosens... his heart beat slows... and there it was, he was no longer holding you, but his arms were around you, his heart was silent... no longer singing it's song of love and life.

"Luke...?" With no reply you get up, to see your love one last time before you have to notify the doctor... but when you see him you see his eyes were left looking at you. You break, you completely shatter atop him and hold him. Hope that he will wake up again. "Luke.. please... someone, bring hims back! No! Luke... you can't leave me, you love me... you love me.... come back. " Your screams were loud enough to notify the doctors, and as they come in they see you, sobbing uncontrollably over your own husband's body. They come over just to check and make sure.

"Ma'am... your husband is gone. He's not coming back." You stare at the doctor, unknowingly you grab the doctor's arms aggressively and a security guard tries to tear you off the doctor but you grip their sleeve.

"No! Bring him back! Please! He said he loved me! He can't leave me, he couldn't have possibly left me." You hyperventilate, but there is no Luke to comfort you.

Luke pulls you into his arms and kisses you, his love for you is so heated it makes you want to melt in his arms. You want to let him do whatever he wants to your body. The moment he stops kissing you, you can’t help but want to beg for him. His body is still damp from the rain, his clothes are still sticking to his body. Oh, how badly you want to take his clothes off of him. Words are not enough to express just how much you wanted and needed him. He can see the desire in your eyes as he holds your waist and pulls you even closer. His lips softly touch your neck. His warm breath sends shivers down your spine, and his hands slowly go lower down your body.

“I can’t help, but kiss you when you look at me like that.” His eyes are filled with desire for more of you, you want to tease but can’t hold up much longer.

“Then keep kissing me.” When he hears you say this he lays your body perfectly down on the blankets left on the floor. He begins to lay kisses on your neck and moves slowly to your collarbone, his hands begin to take your shirt off.

“Are you sure you want to do this right now?” He still wants to make sure you feel safe and protected, the way he cares for you so gently just arouses you even more.

“Now you’re my Artem Wing the… haha!” Before you finish your sentence you laugh at the sight in front of you. Artem had turned his body to face you and rests his cheek on your chest, as you giggle he nuzzles his head onto you.

“Mm, finish the sentence…” You can hear him sniffing you every few moments. “You smell really good,” he sniffs a little closer, with his lips parting as he breathes your scent in “too good almost.. I might take a bite.” He gazes up at you with a confused look on his face. “Just what did you put?!” His face further digs into your chest until he finally kisses and nibbles at your chest, causing your shower robe to open slowly and seductively.

“Ah! Let me finish the sentence at least before you eat me!! Hahaha!” Once you joke about him eating you he opens the robe and moves to your ribs, nibbling and kissing sloppily it’s less arousing and more ticklish.

Once you tap him to stop tickling, he sits up and leaves tiny kisses all over your face and ultimately one grand kiss on your lips.

“Okay now, I’m your Artem Wing the what? Go on…” With the shiniest blue awaiting eyes, like a puppy wagging his tail Artem awaits your answer.

“Mm… Artem Wing the puppy.” His excitement immediately goes down, and he tilts his head slightly from confusion.

“Hahahahahaha! You even tilt your head like a puppy!!!” You laugh so hard you end up pushing Artem’s chest and your robe falls from your arms to your waist. Immediately stopping the laughter you pull it back up and just stare at Artem in silence.

“Agh…” He puts his hands up to cover his face and puts his head down. “You’re the only one who sees me as a puppy… isn’t that too inaccurate?” He keeps his hands up to his face but peeks his eyes out from between his fingers.

He’s strangely embarrassed about being compared to a puppy. You scoot forward right in between his legs and grab his wrists pulling his hands away from his face. You bring his wrist to your mouth and give a light kiss, he gets a little confused, his eyes open but only for a short moment.

“What’s wrong with being a puppy? You’re my puppy :)” You cheekily kiss the tip of his index finger and give it a lick, immediately after you get up and run away giggling away leaving him to be stunned in his seat.

Artem gets up and when you notice he did you pointed at his papers on the coffee table, once he looks at it he sighs and plops back down. You won this time, but maybe not next time…

Artem Wing (Zuo Ran)

To my light,

I work hard and diligently counting the days until I return, the last time I remember counting down the days I was a toddler... oh how you revert me to my naive heart. I awake before the sun just to see the sunrise, it reminds me of you. It illuminates as if on display for everyone to see, but I feel the light kiss and breathe on my skin, it's a rather intimate moment. I miss our intimate moments of just gazing into you, consuming every bit of you. From your lashes that attempt to hide your eyes that tell all sorts of truths, to your finger tips calloused from the turning of many pages. Although the first few rises of the sun calmed the storm within me, a singular cloud fills my mind and I miss you evermore. I want to feel your warmth and gift you mine, so in this letter I hope you feel the warmth of my fingers as they write these words.

Love, your shadow.

Vyn Ritcher (Mo Yi)

To my monarch,

I feel that as of late my words to others reek of annoyance, I think of others who may be speaking to you and I envy them. Why can't I just run over to you now? Why must I be here working instead? Those questions linger in my mind every time I do anything that reminds me of you... everything reminds me of you. You reign within my mind and I am stuck within this constant cycle of longing. I write to release my passion for you, a passion akin to Da VInci's passion of pursuing curiosity. I assure you my dearest that when I see you again, I will, I assure you I will smother you with my passion and love until time itself comes to an end.

Love, your lover who misses you too much.

Luke Pearce (Xia Yan)

To my heart,

I miss you! With every contraction and every release of the heart I miss you more (systole and diastole). I wonder if you even remember my face, my touch, my smell, anything about me. I remember everything about you... I think about it all the time to the point I think if my brain were to be extracted and examined that it would simply be a picture of you. I remember the moles on your legs, how many and where. I remember the feel of your soft hands within mine, significantly frailer and smaller, I remember the fear that if I squeeze your hand too tightly that you'll crumple underneath it. I remember the smell of your neck in the morning, a grumble of an extra minute of two as my breath lingered in circulation within your neck. I wonder if you miss those mornings embracing one another just as much as I do. I love you... I miss you, and I might quit my job because of this.

Sincerely, a former detective.

Marius Von Hagen (Lu Jinghe)

To the one who's mine,

I am in utter confusion, you're meant to be mine why on Earth are you not with me. I am losing my mind without you, I can't sleep and I'm in constant agony. I worry every moment, are you working too hard? Are you eating enough? Did I leave the house too cold? Who's meant to brush your hair when you're too tired? Who's meant to massage your head until you fall asleep? I worry if you're struggling just as much as I am. I crave for your to be with me, a craving that needs to be satiated before I grow any more anxious. I want to hold hands, I want to hug, to kiss, make love. I want to do it all with you, and yet you're not here... I miss you so much. Sorry for the smudged writing on the paper... I can't control my crying.

Artem Wing

Dolce & Gabbana Light Blue Summer Vibes Pour Homme

Gucci Guilty Pour Homme Essence

These are more woody and earthy scents, but I felt both smelled like what he looked like... I know I chose two colognes, but I think one he'd wear on his days off and the other on dates. Gucci I'd say probably on a date and Dolce to work.

Vyn Ritcher

Jean Paul Gaultier Le Male, layered with Jo Malone Poppy and Barley Cologne.

I felt that the Jean Paul alone was a little weak, so I layered Jo Malone atop it and found it smelled quite nice. I think he wear the Jean Paul and naturally smells like Jo Malone causing the mixed scent, but I reallyyyy liked the earthy and floral scent together.

Luke Pearce

Bleu De Chanel

Versace Dylan Blue

Last time I think I said Chanel, but truly this is Luke's scent!!! A scent that lingers in his clothes and in longing you smell and are met with the loving memories of him. I added Versace Dylan Blue just because I think HE would like the scent and wear it occasionally, I also felt bad that his didn't change...

Marius Von Hagen

Burberry Hero, layered with Jo Malone English Pear and Freesia Cologne

Sauvage Dior

Xavier - Helping you undress

The undressing doesn't need to be in lust, if anything the innocent undressing is much more intimate. The simple warmth of his fingers seeping through your clothes to your body. The every so often touch of his calloused hands touching your skin. The silent sound of simple heartbeats at their natural pace, a slight twitch as your warm body is kissed by the cool breeze through the room. All the innocence in the beauty of the human body, unraveled like a blessed gift, only his eyes allowed to see such a vulnerable state.

Zayne - Close embrace

A simple hug, a long hug, a complex hug, any sort of embrace. The chest to chest, the close proximity. The breath; your chest going up and down at a smooth pace. The heart; a rhythmic symphony of your very being that may quicken at a blow to the ear, or a tease of a hot breath to the neck. The closeness of being. The arms wrapped around your waist, draped barely above the hips. Absolute trust to open your arms and simply leave your vulnerabilities to be embraced by a cold hand, a cold loving hand.

Rafayel - Eye contact

Whether it be from apart or close to where your foreheads touch and eyelashes dance with one another, it's all the truest intimacy. "The eyes are the window to the soul," every argument is met with intense eye contact, as it tames you both. Every loving moment with intense eye contact, as the eyes express the softness. Every lustful moment with intense eye contact; strongest demonstration of need and desire. With simply the eyes, hundreds of words are shared. Perhaps it is fate—to always be in tune with each other—that he likes, or truly it's as simple as he likes your eyes.

Sylus - Putting your clothes on, or watching

Unrelated but I have a head canon that he likes tights for this exact reason, like the position of the legs and how it tightly hugs your skin.

He thinks of how the clothes were removed as he pulls your arms into the sleeves. He loves to press and stroke every bit of you, at times leaving a warm lipped kiss to be hidden beneath your clothes. The purest moment of caressing each and every part of you and putting your clothes over it, beneath every piece lies his very own touch. The silence of no words being said it's a silence thick enough to drown in, yet he allows his lungs to fill themselves with every bit of you. (I like to think of him like a cat that rubs their head on you and leaves their scent.)

Caleb - Hand holding

(Btw, I deem anything with hands insanely intimate.. it's definitely my style of demonstrating my feelings.)