i love you if you don’t remember. please know that you and I and we are soul bonded, that you are the love of my life and the prints on your fingers are pressed into my organs, so deep is your mark on my life. I know everything and nothing and you have taught me all of it. Every morsel of who I am and who I will be is because of the love you beat into my bones
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Soap who learns just how touch starved Ghost is and then ghost also learning just how willing soap is to let ghost glomp him.
Even if ghost was a fucking brick wall of a man, soap would always have his arms open wide to hold the other. Ghost would wrap strong arms around soap waist and hum in pleasure as he feels soap ease his fingers through ghosts hair.
It was gentle and sickeningly sweet.
Like a mama holding her child, close and filled with love. Something ghost never experienced. Someone being so gentle with him. Ghost was more of a machine than a man. Throwing away things like feelings was what ghost was trained to do. He wasn’t supposed to feel sad, to feel happy, to feel anything.
Oh but how Simon wished he could.
For his whole life Simon was a bird stuck in its cage, tied down to its perch. Wings clipped. And feathers turned a dull white. The color long gone from them.
He was brought up as a pawn. One that fell under hands that couldn’t care less about where they moved him across the board that is the battlefield. Just another insignificant piece on the board.
But Johnny saw through that. And did more for Simon than he thought he deserved.
He saw through the walls that ghost had built up, over years and years. And then Johnny tore through them.
Tore through them and saw Simon.
A shriveled mess, so lonely and so scared. Johnny saw a dim light in Simons eyes. Light that wasn’t just refracted from the glint of ghosts blade. It was human. Something ghost had desperately trained out of his own body.
The human, Simon, was shy at first. Barely peeking his head out. Soap was used to ghost.
But Johnny could most definitely get used to Simon.
Simon was demure. The opposite of ghost. He was still silent though. But it wasn’t from the instincts of a trained killer, it was from the instincts of someone who’s been beat down so much that they can’t help but curl in on themselves.
But just like soap brought ghost out his spot in the corner of the room, Johnny brought Simon out of ghosts shadow.
Simon could remember all the times soap switched to Johnny. That loud and playful energy switched to calm and tender. All to meet with Simon. The one ghost had kept hidden for years.
Johnny was slow and patient with Simon. Gentle coaxing and soft chats. Soon Simon began to speak. Walking out from behind ghosts shadow to meet with johnnys kind eyes.
It wasn’t just ghost and soap, a connection through their personas, but now it was Simon and Johnny. They mixed together just as well as ghost and soap did, if not better.
Ghost would turn to Simon when his social battery ran out. Softly pulling of soaps shirt to lead the man to ghosts room. Where they’d spend hours laying together. Simon and Johnny.
Simon held onto Johnny like the man was his salvation.
And for what simons been through? Johnny might as well been god in a human form.
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