i carry your heart with me
C/A double-drabble (= 200 words)
title: "This Is The Wonder"
category: real person slash
pairing: Adam Green/Carl Barât
warnings: language, allusion to anal sex
disclaimer: 's all true!
It’s early in the year when Adam tells Carlos that he loves him for the first time.
They’re fucking and Carlos is behind him, lips open against his neck, and just before he comes Adam chants it quietly, over and over again.
Afterwards they stay like that for a while, Carl’s arms wrapped around him tightly, and Adam wonders if the little patch of wetness on his neck is sweat.
Carlos tells him a few weeks later, on a Sunday morning in Adam’s flat in NY; fag in hand, looking at the steam clouds of his coffee, voice impassive as if he’s reading a headline from the newspaper on the table.
Adam doesn’t answer him, but if Carlos looked he’d see the hand holding his slice of toast tremble a bit.
When Adam manages to almost get beaten up again by a humourless fucker, Carl gets him home.
Sitting him down on the sofa, Carlos kneels in front of him, petting his hair and calling him his drunken little koala.
Adam slaps his hand away and tells Carlos he’s an idiot, and then Carl says Adam’s a prick, and that he loves him.
They don’t talk much more that night.
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
ee cummings
title: "This Is The Wonder"
category: real person slash
pairing: Adam Green/Carl Barât
warnings: language, allusion to anal sex
disclaimer: 's all true!
It’s early in the year when Adam tells Carlos that he loves him for the first time.
They’re fucking and Carlos is behind him, lips open against his neck, and just before he comes Adam chants it quietly, over and over again.
Afterwards they stay like that for a while, Carl’s arms wrapped around him tightly, and Adam wonders if the little patch of wetness on his neck is sweat.
Carlos tells him a few weeks later, on a Sunday morning in Adam’s flat in NY; fag in hand, looking at the steam clouds of his coffee, voice impassive as if he’s reading a headline from the newspaper on the table.
Adam doesn’t answer him, but if Carlos looked he’d see the hand holding his slice of toast tremble a bit.
When Adam manages to almost get beaten up again by a humourless fucker, Carl gets him home.
Sitting him down on the sofa, Carlos kneels in front of him, petting his hair and calling him his drunken little koala.
Adam slaps his hand away and tells Carlos he’s an idiot, and then Carl says Adam’s a prick, and that he loves him.
They don’t talk much more that night.
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
ee cummings