anatomy, redux (Eunhyuk/Tablo)
Eunhyuk/Tablo (Super Junior/Epik High)
PG, 144 words.
Continuing on my streak of things-I'm-not-supposed-to-write. Very short drabble.
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The square edges of his jaw fit like anatomical puzzle pieces in the tender web of your thumb and forefinger: hand to bone, bone to hand, a cradle in the stretch of your two hands. Your forefingers frame his features in two steady exclamation points of admiration.
Soft cartilage in intricate seashell whorls conceal the crook of your middle fingers; beneath the knuckles, identical smooth bones rise in twin bumps behind his ears. When he speaks, you feel the trembling of his throat under the ball of your hands. His words send innocent butterfly vibrations against your palms.
Are you afraid?
He opens his eyes, gaze unrecognizable and unnaturally grey-blue, and the chuckle that leaves your mouth is dry with nerves.
I'd never be afraid of you.
You drink him in through the lie, and your throat still aches with thirst when you part.
PG, 144 words.
Continuing on my streak of things-I'm-not-supposed-to-write. Very short drabble.
.
The square edges of his jaw fit like anatomical puzzle pieces in the tender web of your thumb and forefinger: hand to bone, bone to hand, a cradle in the stretch of your two hands. Your forefingers frame his features in two steady exclamation points of admiration.
Soft cartilage in intricate seashell whorls conceal the crook of your middle fingers; beneath the knuckles, identical smooth bones rise in twin bumps behind his ears. When he speaks, you feel the trembling of his throat under the ball of your hands. His words send innocent butterfly vibrations against your palms.
Are you afraid?
He opens his eyes, gaze unrecognizable and unnaturally grey-blue, and the chuckle that leaves your mouth is dry with nerves.
I'd never be afraid of you.
You drink him in through the lie, and your throat still aches with thirst when you part.