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ShaunxDesmond: To Build a HomeThey’ve won.
Juno didn’t get her will, and neither did Minerva.
Their relief coats them like armour, makes them feel invincible even though they’re exhausted and can’t quite bring themselves to believe it’s finally over and that they’re still somehow alive.
Outside of the cave they sink down on the ground, shaking. They fall asleep like that, and when the morning comes and Rebecca and William find Shaun and Desmond curled up together on the cold grass, they both smile and decides they won’t mention anything to them. They’re both too relieved to be alive to care and honestly it’s been a long time coming, especially as Rebecca sees it.
About a week later they’re finally almost back to sleeping normally again, even Desmond, who’s been bothered with vicious nightmares. He’s woken each night, screaming or crying, sometimes both and sometimes several times each night. Even so, he’
AltMal: Rainy MorningsAltaïr likes the rainy days, the mornings especially.
They allow him to stay in bed just a little longer, and there’s nothing quite like the steady sound of raindrops hitting the world outside, especially when combined with the steady breathing of the man next to him.
Altaïr always wakes up a little earlier on those rainy mornings; it’s almost like his subconsiousness hears it in his sleeping state and wakes him up, just so he can listen, just so he can stay awake a bit longer and just listen.
Altaïr is never as relaxed as during those prescious moments.
His days are filled with work, with training, with missions, with other people.
But the rainy mornings offers him peace for just a little while longer.
Offers him time with Malik for just a little while longer.
The name slips easily of his tongue, a loving caress he himself can barely hear over the steady sound of water from outside.
And yet Malik hears it.
Maybe the sound of his name com
You Were Not An Aquarium BoySea-glass became your bones,
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
Red Riding HoodI want to believe people so badly when they say they won’t bite
that I contemplate climbing into their smiling jaws
thinking that it might be better to be split in two than left hanging.
But always, I draw my red hood and flit back into the forest
running in the shadows of pathways, never stepping into clearings
because I’ve spent my whole life in the wilderness
and I still can’t tell the wolves from the woodsmen.
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