Words tremble on the tip of his tongue and he swallows them back down,
loses himself in the brush of Poison's fingers through his hair, the warmth
of Poison's skin under my palm.
"A lot of feelings," he admits. "Doesn't feel like my chest can keep them
all in."
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Date: 2016-05-21 01:33 am (UTC)Words tremble on the tip of his tongue and he swallows them back down, loses himself in the brush of Poison's fingers through his hair, the warmth of Poison's skin under my palm.
"A lot of feelings," he admits. "Doesn't feel like my chest can keep them all in."