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wintersday) wrote2012-07-04 01:24 pm
wintersday) wrote2012-07-04 01:24 pm
You betrayed him.
You made him yours.
You’re not sure how much of him remains, but he shivers, when you run your fingers down the stitches on his belly, and he reaches for you. He calls you Captain still.
You’re not sure how much was lost, but he tells you secrets dredged from dark places, and the salt in his blood is now the salt in yours. The taste of his heart haunts you. If you held it in your hands, you’d let it nourish you again.
He was kind to you. Can you be blamed for not wanting to let him go?
You’re not sure how much of him remains, but he shivers, when you run your fingers down the stitches on his belly, and he reaches for you. He calls you Captain still.
You’re not sure how much was lost, but he tells you secrets dredged from dark places, and the salt in his blood is now the salt in yours. The taste of his heart haunts you. If you held it in your hands, you’d let it nourish you again.
He was kind to you. Can you be blamed for not wanting to let him go?