It’s the easiest thing in the world to come back to Mika’s side, stopping short of collapsing in on him entirely like an object drawn to a black hole. He’s an object that wants to be swallowed by Mika’s existence, squeezed into his singularity. He stops too close anyway because he misses Mika, hands already brushing his forearms to his side. And if they’re in a corner that gives off the illusion (barely) of secluded privacy, his broader back blocks out Mika’s silhouette. ]
Mika?
[ Murmured in the same way as when he says ‘my sweet heart’ and ‘tell me if it hurts’ as they move together in the mornings. Soft concern pillowed on pure love. ]
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It’s the easiest thing in the world to come back to Mika’s side, stopping short of collapsing in on him entirely like an object drawn to a black hole. He’s an object that wants to be swallowed by Mika’s existence, squeezed into his singularity. He stops too close anyway because he misses Mika, hands already brushing his forearms to his side. And if they’re in a corner that gives off the illusion (barely) of secluded privacy, his broader back blocks out Mika’s silhouette. ]
Mika?
[ Murmured in the same way as when he says ‘my sweet heart’ and ‘tell me if it hurts’ as they move together in the mornings. Soft concern pillowed on pure love. ]