.Eros.
Everything hurts. His legs are ready to give out at any moment, and his head is throbbing—he hasn’t slept in days and he’s probably dehydrated from the sheer amount of water he’s lost in tears. Even now they don’t stop streaming down his face; he doesn’t know the last time his cheeks were dry. This isn’t how it was supposed to go. He loves him and he misses him, why isn’t that enough? Why can’t he find him? Where is he? Is he…is he still looking?
That thought hurts the most, that Aion might’ve given up. It forces him to his knees, the perceptible pain a stinging in his eyes and constriction of his throat. The brittle grass crunches under his weight as he falls to his side at the edge of the stream. Eros looks down at his reflection, the vitality and beauty drained from his face; his eyes are red and sunken, the skin on his cheeks raw from the cold and frozen tears. The shriveled and browned arrangement of flowers held in his teeth tremble as he shivers in a gust of winter wind.
He tucks the tattered bouquet in close to his belly, curling himself around it in an attempt to protect the flowers from the elements. It was a wonder they had lasted this long, summer long forgotten. Of course, leaves had broken off and a portion of the petals had blown away in the wind, but he refuses to discard them, ever-optimistic he’ll soon be able to give them to his mate. Eros imagines how he’ll smile, a little embarrassed by the state of his present, but he’ll be happy because he has Aion.
With thoughts of their reunion in his head, his tears begin to slow, and he is finally able to rest.
sorry this took me so long to put up!!
That thought hurts the most, that Aion might’ve given up. It forces him to his knees, the perceptible pain a stinging in his eyes and constriction of his throat. The brittle grass crunches under his weight as he falls to his side at the edge of the stream. Eros looks down at his reflection, the vitality and beauty drained from his face; his eyes are red and sunken, the skin on his cheeks raw from the cold and frozen tears. The shriveled and browned arrangement of flowers held in his teeth tremble as he shivers in a gust of winter wind.
He tucks the tattered bouquet in close to his belly, curling himself around it in an attempt to protect the flowers from the elements. It was a wonder they had lasted this long, summer long forgotten. Of course, leaves had broken off and a portion of the petals had blown away in the wind, but he refuses to discard them, ever-optimistic he’ll soon be able to give them to his mate. Eros imagines how he’ll smile, a little embarrassed by the state of his present, but he’ll be happy because he has Aion.
With thoughts of their reunion in his head, his tears begin to slow, and he is finally able to rest.
sorry this took me so long to put up!!
tag: @isorath
