Hello, everyone. I’m
crazycatt71 and they put me in charge for the week. Woo Hoo!
Today's theme is "The morning after"
Waking up after a weekend binge. That awkward moment when you wake up next to someone and can't remember their name. Any situation that carries over to the next morning.
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Hot and so wonderfully brilliant. Have I told you lately that I adore your Dorian? I can hear him perfectly in my head, and OH, what I wouldn't give to hear Vla himself to say some of those words ;)
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Thank you love!
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*drools*
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The sun is up, just outside the window. Blocked by thick, heavy curtains that render the room dark as though it were the middle of the night.
Toby is cold in his arms, his chest so still and pale that it could be mistaken for the great marble statues of long forgotten cities.
Dorian wraps his body around Toby as much as he possibly can. Creating a cage of his legs and arms, in an attempt to keep Toby as close as possible without physically crawling inside of him, becoming him.
He needs this, here, now. Needs to feel Toby in the bracket of his arms, to see his stillness, to watch as eyelashes rest on pale cheeks and lips that were flush only hours ago with the first rush of fresh blood. Needs to know that this is real… That Toby is real.
When Toby wakes and asks why Dorian is still there, Dorian knows that that will be his answer. As much as Toby needs the dark, Dorian needs Toby.
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It's lovely, sweetie. Thank you!
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Fabulous fill, simply fabulous. Thank you!
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