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287 - Small.
He often felt small, weak, and insignificant. Forgettable.
He was a terrible Spade, full of cowardice and confusion, shyness and overwhelming depression.
The monster that had been Victor was a lie, someone thought the world of him, and now he had beauty where once had been only blight and nightmare presses of needles pumping glory into his veins, ( Read more... ) -
034 - Lust.
That night, he was kept warm by the memories.
His coat over his blankets, the bundle of his body shifted beneath the sheets as his hands roamed himself, remembering the soft press of their lips, the tight hug of those arms, the waves of heat that washed over him, lapping like a salty tropical wave over his whole body.
It was wrong, but he didn’t care ( Read more... ) -
111 - Winter.
The dream had ended, they'd been rescued.
The heat of Teddy's body moving apart from his as they rose out of the lean to and into the far less affectionate embrace of aluminum blankets and the press of hot drinks into their hands.
He could stay warm inside those arms forever. But there’d be other chances to fend away the cold of winter in those ( Read more... )