Drabble: Dreaming
Second snow day in a row = drabble!!! I've been wanting to recapture my love of Brendon and Ryan. And this is what happened.
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It’s been a while since Ryan’s seen Brendon. A while since he’s felt the heat of Brendon’s skin or the sharp pressure of Brendon’s bruising mouth on his chest. It’s been a while - he’s stopped counting the days when they got too high - but Ryan can still feel it all as if it were yesterday.
He feels it every time he closes his eyes. The vibrant colors of his dreams always morph into something darker - something more intimate. It doesn’t matter the original set up.
He could be windsurfing or Easter egg hunting or simply walking through a maze of multi-colored people. Every time Ryan dreams, it always ends with Brendon and the way that his breath had hitched that final time right before Ryan had muffled the noise with his own mouth. The look on Brendon’s face is burned into Ryan’s mind, replaying every night.
And sometimes it’s enough.
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It’s been a while since Ryan’s seen Brendon. A while since he’s felt the heat of Brendon’s skin or the sharp pressure of Brendon’s bruising mouth on his chest. It’s been a while - he’s stopped counting the days when they got too high - but Ryan can still feel it all as if it were yesterday.
He feels it every time he closes his eyes. The vibrant colors of his dreams always morph into something darker - something more intimate. It doesn’t matter the original set up.
He could be windsurfing or Easter egg hunting or simply walking through a maze of multi-colored people. Every time Ryan dreams, it always ends with Brendon and the way that his breath had hitched that final time right before Ryan had muffled the noise with his own mouth. The look on Brendon’s face is burned into Ryan’s mind, replaying every night.
And sometimes it’s enough.