#firer

Cigarette between

Fireshot (Headshot x Firer) rambles and headcanons

Tw: Subtle nsfw description, trauma mention

Firer ©eskado (not my character)

Language: English

"He loves her so much like he's going to die if he's not loving her"

He loves her.

He loves her deeply, terribly, brutally.

He loves her so fucking much more than his own life.

The girl has him on leash, he'll follow her everywhere like a guard dog, finding her in every universe, loves her in every existence.

He loves her so much he sees a little everything of her in anything. He sees her in his cigarettes, he sees her in his cartridges, he sees her in his bed, he sees her in his coffee, and when she needs him to shelter from reality, she takes a dip in his daydreams.

He loves her so much he'll brag to heaven that he touches one of their angels.

He misses every inch of her every second of his day and night. He misses her smile, the way her right lips raised first before the left, he misses her laugh everytime he kiddies her around, he misses her moans everytime his palms hold her tight and pressure her deep, he misses her whimper everytime he marks her skin while being succumbed in his bed, he misses her so dearly he cannot bare to not seeing her for a day.

He is on leash, he is possessively cruel, he wants her all to his own.

He never understands why soldiers came back from the warzone to their home until he feels her hands softly runs through his hairs. He never understands why poets living their life writing to their loved ones until he cannot describe how overwhelming her presence is. He never understands why wounds heal until her hands caresses his scars endearingly.

He wants to go home

She is his home

He wants to stay inside her embrace, nuzzled softly on her body, inhaling her scent while carefully imprinted the feel in his mind, lays on her body while her hands tangled around him keeping him warm.

He finds comfort in talking to her, he finds comfort in sleeping beside her, he finds comfort holding her close

After all those years of being betrayed, finally he knows how does it feel knowing someone love him back as deeply terribly as himself.

He wants to keep her close, he wants to kisses her everyday possible, he loves telling her how much he adores her, he loves her figure beside his holding his hands close.

He loves her whispers when she pulled him to a quiet place, while they escape the crowd into their own world, soft toning voice lingers his ears as he lowers himself to listens to her

He loves her so much he saved his tears for when she showed up all white in the altar. He'll hold her close to his body peppers every inch of her with soft light kisses and marks.

He loves how she treats him she is all his, only his, how she only belongs to him, that her whispers is only him that could hear, that her cries is only him that could wipe, that her body is only his to touch, that her scars is his to heal, that he is the only one she accept and keep in her sore broken heart, that she is willing to heal him and accepts him just the way he is, that no one can kiss her the way he do.

No one would dare to bother them, none.

They bite and drag each other out of their abyss of hurt and sorrow, its them against the world.

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