#✮ ── ❛ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᶰᵍ ᶜˡᵒᵘᵈˢ’ ᶰᵒᵗᵉˢ ᶤᶰ ʰᵉᵃᵛᵉᶰˢ’ ˢᶜᵒʳᵉ { ᴀsᴋs }

[farsights]

'Happy endings are still endings.' - crowcrafts

The creases of his eyes fold, yielding in the love of him.  He touches his temple to Corbin’s cheek, curls his hand around that trim waist.

“Endings are only so far as the vision reaches, for we are finite things in a world that will outlast us.” He turns his head up, leaving kisses where he passes. “But until then, they are happy.”

[farsights]

Have you ever wished you were someone else?

It is a question he does not anticipate, and it strikes him with inexplicable sentiment. He looks at Corbin quickly — a strange, wounded gaze that passes from him just as it had begun. Islwyn looks away again, eyes tired and slanted low beneath his eyelashes. 

‘ Have you? ’ He demurs, withdrawing into smothered reflection, a tight ache knotting his chest. His hand yearns to reach, a gnawing worry for Corbin he does not know how to name. It lingers hauntingly over his own clavicle instead, a muse of melancholy.

He reaches with tentative touch, free fingers resting on the curve of Corbin’s knee.

‘ I am what I am. ’