Now this art has a text. Many thanks to Tamara!
The
feeling is wonderful and so completely novel to them both. They kiss, touch,
embrace, melting in each other’s arms for the very first time and time stops.
It just does not exist any longer. But in next to a moment Kylo is sitting on
the edge of the bad, almost fully dressed. Please stay and dine with me –
Armitage thinks, but could not bring himself to speak aloud. He stands, naked,
watching his man prepare himself for the day…and suffers. His soul seems
solid burning in fire known as the horrible fear of saying goodbye. And what he
does speak aloud is – “goodbyes are inappropriately named, the is nothing
“good” about them”. “I know”, says Kylo without
looking up, his long hair covering his eyes. “But we will see each other
just in a few short hours, you know we will”. “I…do not know”.
The words hurt Armitage almost as much as the prospect itself. Now Kylo looks
up, straight into Armitage’s eyes. He sees the fear, the hurt, what this
“good"bye is doing to his man…and it almost takes his breath away.
Armitage is watching him, standing naked with only a jacket on his shoulders
covering his back and there is so much pain in the look he gives Kylo, that it
brings Kylo to his knees. Kissing each of Armitage’s fingers in turn, again
melting in the touch and the moment, Kylo wispers to him – “it does not
have to be this way, you are right. I am the Supreme Leader of this First
fucking Order, and I am obliged to no one. If I wish to be constantly with you,
then that’s what we’ll do. Let them think what they will of the arrangement,
we, you and I, we shall know better”. This is when they both realize that
non-togherness even for a while amounts to torture and death – of the soul, not
the body. “Stay”, wispers Armitage. And Kylo stays.
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