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Smile enough to close your eyes. Laugh enough to keep them hidden.

As much as I’d like to drown in those pools, I’d like to kiss you when you don’t mind.

Please don’t catch me, leave them shut. And I promise not to tell anyone the way you blush.

Let me kiss your forehead down to your brows.

Both your eyes, both your cheeks, and one for your nose.

One for every scratch, every dent, every bruise and every scar.

Let me slowly kiss your lips until my heartbeat rushes me for more.

When you’re out of breath, you can take mine.

Until you smile bigger and bigger. But don’t forget to kiss me back.

I want to pull away as your eyes uncover with an understanding

Of just how much I love you and all that you are.

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I put on your clothes whenever you are away. I love that it’s big and allows me to just be. I love that it’s worn to the perfect level of soft — the print faded and no longer jagged. I love that somehow your scent stayed. When I wear it to bed and I teeter on sleep, it’s like you’re actually here and you’re the last thing I feel.

So don’t leave the bed. And God forbid your lips leave mine. You are never close enough to me.

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If anything, you are alive to me.

In every waking moment under open skies, serene, is where you live.

I hear your breath in the wind that rustles the grass and caresses my cheek. The smell of earth that once clung to your clothes now freed.

I swear I see the glowing edges of your skin tailing the galloping deers.

The warmth of your love lies in the sun rays that holes even the thickest of trees.

You are not gone. Because I feel you — weaved in peace.

In the ache of my heart as the echo of your laughter visits, when I try to close my eyes and chase down your crooked smile, is where you’ll always live.

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His adam’s apple grazed the cool blade as he swallowed, skin parting, a blob of blood growing out of it.

His eyelids dropped halfway like her knife isn’t on his throat. Heartbeat palpitating but not out of fear. The weight of her straddled atop him was dizzying.

Their breaths conjoined in a dance and despite the furious concentration in her eyes, her lips have never looked shinier than the way it did here, now — beckoning to him.

Perhaps seconds away from his death, he can’t help but think to himself, what a sight.

If he were to die removing that strand of hair covering her right cheek, he would willingly. If only it won’t anger her further.

“Don’t move,” she commanded through ragged breaths.

Jesus.

“Ain’t goin’ nowhere sweetheart,” he carefully said; possibly his last words to her, carefully picked.

“Even if I could.”

Just felt right. Like his heart had always been hers to take.

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Drink Your Words Like Wine

In the dark of night where danger lurks, you are safe in the confines of his tent, caged between his arms. The heat of the fire seeped inside though it was no longer needed as you sweat under him.

Your cries were unrivaled, not even by the wolves’ howls. But it wasn’t as if you kept count, occupied by him and him alone. Just two souls awake as the world sleeps, intertwined and yet, it wasn’t enough. Could never be enough.

He ruts into you as deep as he can find, his temple on yours and he’s panting by your ear. Your arms were wrapped around his neck; The arms that welcome him home. The arms that took in everything he’s giving you in this very moment.

“Arthur, I’m-” you called out to him but he knew, pushing himself up to your hilt with a grunt and pulling a strangled moan out of you. When you tried to shove him away, he only holds you closer by the hip, burying himself impossibly deeper inside of you.

So nicely, he pleads, “Stay with me darlin’, just a bit more, hm?” Though it wasn’t much of a request, followed with a groan as he slightly pulled and fully pushed into you with a practiced pace and force. Again, and again, and again.

“Arthur!” you squeaked, fully fucked out. Drunk on his cock and pain and pleasure bled into one. Like how his sweat melted into yours and how your body is his.

He kissed you as tears escaped your eyes and the words that left your lips became incoherent. And when he circled your clit with his thumb, his tongue reaches inside your mouth for each sound and every breath, consuming what remained of you.

At your undoing, he kept himself sheathed in your warmth, lips swallowing all of your choked whines. Every single drop of you given to him.

“That’s it darlin’, you’re alright,” he cooed, slightly trembling as he thrusted what’s left of his energy into you, forehead leaning on yours. The sight of you alone — eyes half lidded, hair sticking to your face, body sprawled out naked and pressed against his — was enough to eventually break him.

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Reader who always has Arthur’s picture in her locket necklace.

Clutching to it when Arthur disappeared.

You tell yourself this isn’t something he would do. That he still has enough of a man in him to not do a thing so cruel.

And if maybe he had died, then you will search for him through every crumble of soil and to the ends of the earth, locket by your chest.

So search you did, far and wide. Checked every post office. Tracked down traces of him.

It’s hardest when you ask around; opening your locket to them like baring your heart. The foolish thing that still beats for him day and night.

Months passed and you wonder if it’s better to be crazy. That maybe he had never existed at all. How did he just dissipate into nothing? Only leaving his face in this necklace and a yearning that is slowly killing you from the inside?

You’ve started to see him as this picture; black and white. Void of the blue that colored his eyes. Brazen hair rusting beyond the shade you remembered it to be. The places he once touched and had your skin set alight now cold. Maybe he’ll be forever frozen in time.

But just when your body felt like it’s been pulled completely taut, and your faith toppled on the edge of a cliff, you see him.

A ghost in vivid colors. Your name left his lips and it sent a chill down your spine. A ghost whose touch paralleled the warmth of a fire. Whose stare ignited a pace to your heart and brought you back to life.

You can feel him. Every scratch and every dent of his skin when he reached for your locket.

Where Arthur Morgan remained in your heart and is the reason behind its every beat. Where he has always and will forever reside in.

And you are reminded of this as he kissed you, a confirmation that he’s come home.