мне написали божественный фик по Саймону/Кирену с библейскими мотивами Т___________Т ай кант. ай кант. олл зе филлз.
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DevilWearsJeans:
30.06.2014 в 13:07
JunkyPerv, это было очень весело! И вообще, Книга Екклесиаста у меня в голове прям вся на цитаты, на цитаты. Я потом, скорее всего, ещё кину сюда/в личку второй драббл к этому, а то май филз разошлись.
библия? непрозрачный символизм?
What is crooked cannot be made straight,
and what is lacking cannot be counted.
Ecclesiastes 1:15
They kiss for days: lazy touches exchanged in the dim bedroom, alone, alone, only dust floating in the few stray rays of sun around them. They touch each other, find each other.
And maybe, Kieren thinks, maybe he can’t fix Simon, can’t make his nightmares go away and can’t kiss his spine back into his flesh. But maybe that’s okay, too. He can’t undo everything, but he can kiss his skim, learn the pattern of his throat with his fingers, touch his smile. He can fill up the cracks, if only a bit.
The Japanese, Kieren had read once, have an art of fixing broken things with lacquer resin mixed with gold or silver, the cracks and missing pieces becoming history, becoming illuminated.
So maybe it’s like that, he thinks, maybe he can’t fix Simon but maybe he doesn’t have to, in the first place. Maybe this will be good too: bold touches, palms hurriedly pressed against skin and hair, shared breaths that they don’t really need, but still want, when one starts and other finishes, lips and teeth catching – hungry, wanting.
He traces along Simon’s spine – fingers just shy of the naked flesh and bone, the no man’s land. Maybe this is the plan instead, he thinks, maybe this is how it goes.
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