Sep 19, 2025
There's not much to say here... them.... they're everything to meeeeee. here's a little something somehting for your troubles; "We stand there, a couple of unending seconds in the vortex of the destruction of everything I hold dear, until he reaches forward. I’m still holding his jaw, I could stop him, maybe I should, but I let him get lower and grab the back of my hair. It’s tender, like the moon and the river, longing to touch, to see each other, but caught in a never ending sway, the longing never to lead to anything. Maybe I’m the moon, and he’s the river, reaching up to tenderly kiss me." Prompt 22 - hatching
