𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒂 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆 .ᐟ @etxrnaleclipse sent a tape › kissy kissy prompts. gently kiss one of the receiver's scars / wounds.
andy had always asked, carsten had always avoided it. his naked, aging body was littered with puckered scars, coils of thickened tissue, his immune system’s responses to being shot, stabbed and everything in between. they were like markers on a long map route, silvery lines across his flesh. reminders. memories that were unspoken. but he wasn't going to avoid it tonight. the color had returned to his face, the pain had subsided — for the most part — and carsten was lucid, conscious, present, no longer waiting for death to open its door. he was roused from his brief rest by lips against the bandage wrapped around his waist. carsten hummed, running a hand through the coils of andy's hair.
“morning, min skat. how long have you been awake ? ” the last time he had been conscious in such a way was weeks before, when they had been together in their cozy yet worn and outdated motel room. as carsten had bled onto the concrete, had watched the shimmering red blood escape him, he had made peace with the idea of never being able to hold andy again. his lips tugged up into a smile, enjoying the gentle tranquility of their slow and quiet morning. fingers delicately ran over his boyfriend’s lips. he would never see heaven, but he thought it couldn't have been much different from that moment. “are you kissing me better ? i think it’s working.”
