#with.xavier

Having spent many years at sea, Krish had doves of former lovers. They were like the beach, their love came in waves. Crashing down upon the beach before retreating again slowly. And when it was gone, it would return on a different part later on. But it always left something behind. 

Krish came out of the tavern with one drunkard on slung over their shoulder. Who they disposed on the side of the road, still walking straight despite the amount of alcohol in their system. Humming along with some song they’d heard earlier.

They stopped mid-sentence when they saw Xavier. Former lovers aplenty, it was at times surprising to see them again. His surprise changing to amusement, a grin on his face. “The stories I tell of our love, they always start in the dark like this!”