everything transitory is but an image.
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Johann woke up to a shadow of warmth by his side.
His arm was extended to occupy the space, catching the lingering presence that probably had left only recently. When his good eye cracked open and was greeted by the sunlight through the windowsill, it easily made sense why.
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An aromatic smell wafted in the air, beckoning him to the kitchen; where he, indeed, found @ribsapart. His pair of arms wrapped around your torso soon enough, muffling a yawn as his sleepy face was pressed to your dependable back. "Are you making breakfast, dear? Or, lunch...?"
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Places a feather-light peck to @ribsapart's lips. Be fast asleep, and may it be well.
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"Yes. Brings back memories." It really did. The images of their snowmen in the past, mostly messy and slanted from the amateur craftsmanship of innocent youngsters, began flooding in when he followed to gather some snow too at last. Cold pricked even past the glove as he ...
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... kneaded the surface to shape it round. It reminded him of your pause as the initial response to his invitation earlier, likely due to concern that he could guess the reason for. "Three stacks... do you think we can make bigger ones than we used to, @ribsapart?"
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... reply, he halted by what usually had been the wheat field, empty for the time being. He brought the back of your hand to his lips, uncaring of the sweat; soft flesh cold from the weather, unlike his smile, curved from silent recognition of the cause of your fluster.
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... discomfort, and he wouldn't let that be unattended to. You did look toasty, thoughβhe petted your arm, now puffy from the layers, small noises of fondness yet again rumbled at the back of his throat.
"You're so cute." The way his eyes closed in reverence, leaning in to ...
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... return your pecks described how joy always came easy alongside you clearer than everything else. Their intertwined hands once more was tucked in his pocket, a gentle pull beckoning you to depart. "A necessary precaution, @ribsapart. It could be bone-chilling out there."
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"I also like winter, though." The former season suited you most, flowers blooming and sunlight hugging him in a warmth like home, like you; but the latter was your season, it was when you were born.
"Lift your arms, please." His palm rested on your elbow, gently guiding it ...
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... upward without much force at all so he could slide the coat's sleeve on for you. He liked winter for welcoming you into this world, and he still had a lot to learn to cherish that blessing, to be as attentive as @ribsapart had always been to him.
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The full blossom of his smile was displayed for you to discern his appreciation. You never changed, the beauty of love and care manifested. Most often too selfless, like how you didn't grab a coat for yourself right now.
"Thank you," silence filled in, a moment of ponder.
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He then fished out a pair of gloves that he remembered was in the coat's pocket, putting it on his hand and the other on yours. Their bare ones intertwined in a share of warmth as he held you together and shoved both into the now empty pocket.
"ππ°πΈ we can go, @ribsapart."
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"Laurent," his voice called out for @ribsapart to join him on the couch; soft, but there was a firm, focused edge to it. A transparent liquid in one hand, you could've thought of it as mineral water, hadn't it been bizzarely stored in a flask. "May I have a moment of your time?"
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... was clear as day. Rather than of a master to his servant, however, it was of a vulnerable man to his beloved. "No." He wasn't sure why he said it twice. Perhaps it was the same desperation as what now urged him to put slightly more force into his hold to beckon you to ...
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... return by his side. His free arm was half-raised and open, awaiting the one who belonged there to cave in and snuggle. "Stay here, @ribsapart... I want to be with you."
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