key to my heart (don’t you dare lose it) // l.h.

WC: 764
// mountains crumble, he gets dragged into the sea, and all because of you.

His favorite thing about the ocean was how the water met with edge of the world. The colors of the sunset blended with the clear water, and somehow he knew everything would be okay eventually. The light would dim, the edges morphed into one—like you and him—and the world sighed. The waves would quietly crash onto the sand, they would wrap their hands around his ankles while whispering that they were going to mend his heart. He felt at peace. Then you would come into his view, your hair would dance into the wind, the shine in your eyes would reflect off the sun, and the waves were no longer peaceful. They grabbed him with great force, dragging him to the unfaithful seas. No longer whispering sweetly, they would taunt him. Times up, they would sneer. It’s time to wake up.

He should have known that it wouldn’t last. Everything comes to an end; a piece of cake, a tv program, a fiery love that turns to ice cold bitterness. The worst thing about it, about the whole summer, was your endless disagreement that you would survive the year. You didn’t believe—you didn’t have faith—that the three month relationship would last beyond that. It was great what you had; you didn’t think that you felt any happier than when you were with him. But seasons change, the leaves fall off the trees, and love always drowns. He was falling in love with you, so he would fight off the choking hold the waves had on him. He would punch and kick and scream—all for you. He wasn’t going to let your love die.

But you were.

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Needy (kandreil)

Neil is tired. He’d woken up extra early that morning to run. Add morning practice, a full day of classes, afternoon practice, and night practice with Kevin on top of that, and he’s pretty solidly worn out. As soon as they get back, he changes and collapses face first on the bed.

He doesn’t realize he’s fallen asleep, until he wakes up to Kevin gently maneuvering him under the covers, and crawling in next to him. Neil’s eyes blink open to meet Kevin’s green ones. Kevin leans down, pressing a kiss against Neil’s forehead. But Neil isn’t happy with that. He tips his face up, and pulls Kevin’s down for a proper kiss. Kevin indulges him for a few moments, but pulls back when Neil nips his lip and tries to coax him into a deeper kiss.

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