#/ oxford darvin feel so sticky close

[dacaapo]

( you know I'm gonna bring the mother of all ships and park it right in your ask box for that aesthetics meme — darvin <3 )

aesthetics, objects, and moods / accepting

oxford ost / nfwmb forsythias in full bloom. cobbled streets and the sticky, sweet heat of july in oxford. flash storms and a blooming cemetery for cover. her mouth, biting into a peach; his mouth, kissing the juice that trails down from the fruit to her chin. old record players. cigarettes on balconies. tangled sheets that smell of him, smell of her. her laughter, when he crowds her in the hotel elevator. her melting sigh, when he takes her tired foot in his lap and presses his thumb to the center. an overfilled glass of red wine, shared. waking to the sound of birds singing and a page being turned in her hands. vin, please. / i’ve got you, cara. i’m here. old cathedrals and the glow of stained glass. a harrowing, thunderous ocean. blood down a drain and his tongue down her throat. loosened ties, unbuttoned collars. his hair in his eyes and her hands gentle when they card through the strands. his lips, learning the shape of the worst of her scars. hushed prayers. a fire smoldering, their skin aflame. sweet brown sugar. so tender, he can't tell if he's a healing wound or an aching bruise. flowers pressed between the pages of an old book: a surprise, for an unsuspecting soul to find. sunshine pooling like honey and gold in the dips of her collarbone as she sleeps. no goodbyes. please. let me give you what you need. (amore, cara. a mora is a blackberry. / do i taste of berries to you?)