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      Never had he foreseen the visage of stars — 𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙫𝙖𝙨 — to be a sordid sight. Billions of lives, of which did not belong to him, ran amuck amongst privilege and squalor. Each chugged on without a second thought, a routine of insolence engraved in each soul. He wondered, could not help it, if the subject of his affections laid as he did, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚. Or had he been pressured into convincing himself his emotions had not existed. Had he lived on? Sion knew the answer was a curt, indisputable yes. Light years and Durasteel walls apart, there inked in black within his heart the name of one abhorrently parted. The idea of those lips against his neck, pink and soft as the petal of a rose; the recollection of nothing but deftly intellectual conversation, frantic gestures of the hand as they attempted to justify themselves to one another. Sickly with opinions for their distance, he suppressed the jarring thought, hands gripping the metal of a wine chalice. As he sipped dry wine, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙥 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙢. A natural occurrence of the body, expected, precedented, less so would it have been if it was not. What was not, had been the content he held for him. The fire of his hair, cannonball arms lean as a switch, a tongue like a whip his enemies aboard the flogging post. Dearly he held him to his heart, coughing up the blood which whispered through his veins, 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙗𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 . An anomaly, one he knew not the cause but feared if he did he would no longer let himself succumb. Perhaps he should dissect the thoughts that raged akin to a storm, 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙤. To refuse them access later. But forgetfulness was never a skill of his. 

      Did he fall apart as Sion did now? Had they not been destiny, Sion may have long forgotten of him. A lick — a mere morsel — 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣. Exhaust took hold of his hand, stroked it as someone else once had. Fingers of a memory dig into his skin, the taste of acid in the back of his throat as he sought sourly evocation of something enraging. To 𝙨𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 was for naught. He could not if he tried. For nearly five years, he had tried. 

      He loathed in solemn silence as he nursed his wine, a bottle nearing on empty, the energy from a day’s work exploited into drunken haze. He had heard his name, not the first time in five years, but the first time since the death of his father. He had flinched. 𝘼 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙠 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, the dying smile and wrinkling brow of red. Consumed in rapid succession by the success he had amounted, unrealizing of the dawning loathing boarding the other’s heart. One so powerful yet so fragile, 𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙧𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙖 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚. 

      What a frangible little thing, the heart. 𝙎𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩. Breaking with the tap of a hammer, shattering into millions of misinterpretations of what it once resembled. It was now that he fell apart, heart broken, 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙧. Glass he did not wish to pick up.

      There was a new ache, one he 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙘𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤. 

      He prayed. ❝  ​When you say my name, may it never give you pain.  ❞   

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      𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚗 . locked in the ghost of a love once shared , one so old , by the arm . big black cars containing memorabilia of YORE took away what little he had in return to care for after they had released each other’s hands . he knew not to dwell anymore , having put down the pen used to dedicate a love note or two long ago . arm - in - arm , lost now in conversation five years overdue . nearly , it seemed , 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 . 

      it was not lost on Sion , the way Armitage had lost the loose lips of his past , adorning once more a wall to SHIELD a heart so bright . he hoped this man was not so bitter for him . memories did not usually 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 , ageless visions of laughter in the bed of a pick - up , pine - lined starry skies and easy conversations about where to next . next came the proclamations of fameless success , fingers aboard a guitar in wonderous riffs and strumming . it fell apart , Sion remembered , he just FORGOT at what point . dare he announce he missed those moments , he knew the possibility of chasing the man away once more . but , both of them had since changed . 

" i’m allowed to be enigmatic when i want to be. " / @acharnemcnt

      ❝ I shall not deny you the right . ❞ a sly smile crossed his lips .  ❝ despite . . . i feel we lost centuries . by god , you were married .  ❞ astonished as he portrayed himself , he was not . Armitage had never seemed quite like the type to struggle being whomever he chose to be at any given moment . a man who preferred being WEIGHTED by a heart and hand being on this tier . however , despite this husband’s mysterious “ departure ” from the eyes of many , Sion could not 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎 in the thought of :: [ could have been me  ] . 

      it was these thoughts which left him swallowed by regret , sorrowful and deep . i have gone every day thinking of you . he wanted to say .  ❝ I feel a welfare check is not unreasonable . ❞ perhaps he had not one ROMANTIC bone in his sinewy figure , losing it to his brother who was much more adept with words than Sion himself was . no problem went without root , however , as 𝚗𝚘 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚠 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚕 . he felt his hand clench the inner fabric of his pocket , those attending the ceremony alongside them awfully shameless in their gazes . Sion cared not for their judgements , their questions . the morrow’s tabloids did not CONCERN him , only Armitage . 

      he could not REMEMBER another time he felt so light . 

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      𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 . a expertise of old ; thousands of years in the practice of man , and Sion knew not yet how to secure the skill . less for MISUSED attempts than for lack of trying , moreover lacking interest in doing so . born into books , into equations , into pretty words and farces , into nothing more than lying eyes and the coiling of reptilian constrictors . he was all save for GULLIBLE to star - sprinkled naivety and a 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜 and gold . he knew all he needed to speak through the gritted teeth of an experienced fibber , white lies and cold interpretations of another’s words . beyond ? not much other than MISERY . 

      in absence of an open heart , Sion could feel the exception of that previous facet of him slip through the CREVICES of his ventricles . with each beat , each palpitation , his lips grew a 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 lighter . from jest complaining over a day’s plights , to jabs for self - preservation , to the simplest of potent debates ; what he was FLAPPING his jaws about now . 

      he never could let a POINT stand at a crossroads . always would he have to sell it home . 

“ okay, you’ve made your point. now shut up and kiss me. ” @acharnemcnt

      made or not , Sion felt more was due . factual spit of age - long tactics of war , and why they were now obsolete , improvements to be MADE , those Sion was going to make . lying next to the man he hoped to see his tributes out with , to find the eyes of sea green on his achievements --- on their achievements --- in the wonder of REVEL . hand on the waist of the man he 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 . foreheads centimeters apart , their eyes and skin knew nothing left in the galaxy , they were the only two to ever exist amongst the nebulae , the stars , the waste left behind by giants which once danced over planets or the krakens which swallowed asteroids whole . breaths were COLD against Sion’s nose , those of a ghost wrapping its hands around their throats , threatening 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 of which either of them had no knowledge of . or perhaps chose to forego .  

      ❝ I sti - ❞ further words would not be shared ; lips over his own in a gentler fervency than shared an hour past . came next was a hand to his cheek , inviting and WELCOMING the warmth , he unfolded under Armitage's hands , their previous argument gone forgotten . less was it an argument as opposed to gentle banter , 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜 of war , of the uselessness of certain formations , of heavy troops , assassins , guerilla warfare in their day’s climates . his head could not fire thoughts quick enough to not tire himself while Armitage kissed him . was it supposed to feel new each time ? his stomach lit like a 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 , his grip tightened just - so against the valley of his LOVER’S hip , his fingers finding purchase on his bones , sharp as the devil . 

      the kiss lasted LONG enough for Sion to desire his lungs once more , a light in his eyes --- a silent joy --- as he took his 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕’𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 in gratefulness . his protests previously lost to the lips of his beloved , his tongue LIGHTENED with witticism .

      ❝ I will get you to listen to me in full sooner or later . ❞