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Red cheeks.
Auburn hair.
Curvy lips.
Slender stature.
Defining muscles
His glistening gaze so… beautiful--irises concealing the millions of stars dotting his chestnut glances.
Then comes the fire trapped in his bundle of curls stealing his heart, and the flame that reigned in his strength.
A voice full of songs.
A tongue lifted in a melody.
All those memories cluttered his mind and burned an eagerness stifling him.
Jonathan had dwelled among the depths of his heart and began to hallucinate once and a while whether it be a decapitated body of David or him awaiting for them to head off in content of the peace between them.
But his beloved has been gone for quite some time, for he had long ago departed the land once being his home but now exiled under the oppression of Jonathan's father, King Saul.
The eyes of his beloved refused to leave his vision whenever desperate to see the one he loved. When and will they ever meet? Shall they never embrace each other again and forever separate till they are a forgotten memory? Jonathan slouched in his divan, drunk by the thoughts of his beloved.
Red cheeks.
Auburn hair.
Curvy lips.
His fingers pressed against his temples.
Slender stature.
Defining muscles.
A gaze so beautiful…
His breaths hurried and hung at his mouth with his ears drenched in voices.
A cut head.
Rotting flesh.
A bloody corpse.
His stare dilated at the sight of his father plunging at David's neck and slicing it open like a knife into a fig. His beauty drained by the blood gushing at the feet of the king, the vision of his corpse overwhelmed his imaginings. It could be at any moment his father would pounce upon him, crazed by his ambition. Envy scourged his countenance and a madness lashed at his desires when victim of murderous thoughts against one who is clean of transgression.
Jonathan held his head in shame of the blood rushing through his veins and the features of his father he possessed.
Red cheeks.
Auburn hair.
Curvy lips.
The songs of his beloved swallowed his ears.
Slender stature.
Defining muscles.
A gaze so irresistible…
The touches of David sprawled about him whipping his head around as if he would be in the room where he laid weak in the feet. He closed his eyes and dreamed, awoke, dreamed again, gasped awake from his corpse oozing scarlet, and continued to process the racing of his thoughts when asleep to rid of his daylight visions.
Insane, like his father. He can't help it if being the son of one who suppresses sanity. Indeed, they both were crazy, ambitious, and over the top.
But a difference between them settles with his father crazy of the spite for the young man and with Jonathan crazy of the love for his precious dove.