#o:sin

[wardati]

💋 from sin to cum

 send 💋 to give my muse a valentine’s kiss

status: accepting

he's soaking in a bath, unplugged from the rest of the world which shouldn't seem ideal to cym but it's somewhat relaxing as he surrenders himself to the heat of the water. even if he is back at sin's apartment... again. he doesn't think about that, where he is or who he's with lately. perhaps its just how things are supposed to be-unknowing and confusing. wanting and deliberate these mixed feelings just breed guilt that builds and blows out like the bubbles around him. cym sits in the warm water and almost asks himself the question he's been avoiding.

(what are you doing here?)

yet sin is in front of him suddenly or not as sudden, cymbeline can't tell the difference anymore. he sits on the edge of the porcelain tub, hovering over him with his usual brazed demeanor. cym doesn't flinch, he brings his knees to his chest and remembers the bruises pulsing all over his thighs the bath water doing little to sooth the skin or the thumping of his heart.

"thought you left." cym gives a blank look as he's handed an envelope. he takes it with half a mind and opens it. reading the simple joking words on the front of the card and as he opens it, pressed aster falls into the water, the small petals leaving a circular train that swims around him.

the outer part of cymbeline smiles or gives a semblance of one, it even gasps a little as sin pulls him in for a kiss.  guilt taints his tongue he knows what consumes him isn't that he hates this (he does in his own way) but that he also doesn't hate this at all. "i don't celebrate valentines day." his fingers curl at his collar when he pulls back. "and you don't look like the type either."

so whats changed? he wants to ask but he doesn't. instead he fiddles with wet aster flowers between his fingers, pulls himself back and melts into the porcelain once more, his thighs slip apart as he wordlessly invites him in.