[ tears ] your muse wiping away mine’s tears . / dewey 🥺👉🏻👈🏻
NON - SEXUAL ACTS OF DOMINANCE ––––– accepting !
Sometimes, it hits him out of no where, that melancholy feeling he tries so hard to ignore. He bottles it up in a metaphorical jar until the top won’t screw on anymore, where it overfills, pouring out for everyone to see. This is one of those moments. His bottom lip is quivering as he fights to keep the sobs concealed. He doesn’t want to show WEAKNESS, doesn’t want to burden Dewey with such an improper sight.
And as the tears cascade down his flushed cheeks, Dewey’s large hands are there to cradle his face, his thumbs tissues to wipe the wetness away. Ash lets out a broken sob, his trembling hands raising to clutch at the other man’s shirt, the material an anchor keeping the young author at bay. ❛❛ I’m sorry. ❜❜ He chokes out, mustering a wobbly smile as he fights to regain his composure. ❛❛ I-I know I must be such a sight- ❜❜
