Inhaled, softly, whispering: “You always manage to catch, hold, and ease my breath.”— then lingered, a moment longer than necessary, in their softness.

My hands are cold, but warmed by you; your touch, your intimacy, your love—melting into our shared belonging, through the seasons.

It’s because instead of working on the to-do list… you end up as the priority, urgent, must-do immediately… *pins*

Our polar night, backstage (2/2)
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We enjoy quite a variety of flavours together, don’t we? And often they come as surprises.

All that practice was worth it—we both became stars for a night, in our private dance 🎶

We should suggest an upgrade to the systems! At least your messages are transmitting, wherever you are. I wonder if you brought your film camera? I look forward to hearing the tales of your adventures.

Return when you’re ready; when your mission ends, my love. I too am a skilled hunter and have weathered many missions on my own 😉

The weekend would be busy, but I still took some time to stop by, water your plants, linger a little. I knew you’d be back, but it didn’t stop my missing you, searching for traces of us to hold closely onto while waiting.

Be safe, my love.

Your coffee table is neat, with our calligraphy supplies arranged in a tidy pile on one end. What you’d missed out on, though, was a small chocolate stain on the far edge of it that I use some tissue to clean up, even if the memory still pleasingly stained my thoughts.

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Just us… and the breath we’re trying to catch~

Always been your support, and that won’t change ✨ ready to raid at your side!