[P] phosphenes

[Eros]

"your body, a drug for mine; two bodies moving in
space and time"

Stars wink down on them when they step from the grandiose masquerade hall. Eros is alight with music, with moonlight. His breath is hot on Aion’s neck as he giggles into his ear—”Let’s explore.” So he stumbles down the steps toward the markets, leaning into his fiancé for support. Underneath the silver-studded sky, it’s just them; the songs and voices around the lovers fade into the hum of cicadas, and the lights seem dimmer when they could be looking at each other instead.

Tonight liquid fire runs in his veins, something wild. His heart thrums with the essence of summer. The air is warm on their skin, but Eros’ searing kisses down Aion’s jaw and throat are warmer. Only the roaring bonfires that bracket a singular tent at the market’s edge can rival his heat. He’s drawn to them, to their energy, to their sinuous tendrils. “What’s in here?,” he asks of the glittering cloth.

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@aion

aimless