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His body is like a corpse, already for an hour on the soft sheets of the bed.
He had long wondered if his existence was anything real? His lungs ache as if they were being squeezed by the thorny branches of roses and another cough comes from his throat. With a fit of despair, he clutches his shirt against his chest. Aesop was sure that he would not be able to feel the love and happiness that his deceased mother gave him. But those touches from that holy man .. they were something unearthly, warm hands on his cheek awakened millions of butterflies in him that with pain began to cut his stomach with the thought that he would not be able to feel it again.
He will not be with him, as he would like.
Non-reciprocity turned into illness, slowly leading him to his last breath. The number of flowers on the floor increased with each attack.
- Please ... have mercy, please ..
The guy says with grief, falling to the floor, tucking his legs in agony and crying in pain.
He is sure that many could have guessed about his illness. Hanakhaki. And only he knew that Eli himself was the cause. Damn Eli with his warm smile and such beloved features for Karl. He literally fell in love with everything connected with him. Literally. And he ruined himself.
Karl thinks that he will die on the floor, from flowers sprouting in him in his lungs.
Looking at the door, he is looking for that hope that does not fade in his eyes yet. And luck is on his side, the door creaks open. It was not known what kind of visitor was now standing motionless in his doorway.
And no matter how Aesop expected, a heavy object falls from the wrong hands. Was it lunch? ...
In an instant, fast steps sweep across the old wooden floor and a survivor in a dark robe has already grabbed Karl's shoulders, absentmindedly trying to do something, uttering unintelligible words, interrupting in pure horror from the state of the embalmer he saw.
- Aesop! Please stay awake, don't close your eyes. Y-you lost a lot of blood .. and .. and these flowers .. -
Eli could not finish, he was gently grabbed by the bandage and removed it from his eyes, making it possible to see the gentle blue eyes, they were full of fear. And Aesop's breath catches, his eyelids feel heavy and he barely keeps them open, but he could watch the prophet standing in front of him for eternity. His eyes fill with tears, what he loved with all his heart was now near him, and he could swear that he felt like his heart beat faster at the sight of this familiar voice enveloping his ears and bringing to a desperate smile.
- oh my god, please tell me .. who is it? -
The seer's trembling hand removes a beautiful flower from his mouth. Chamomile.
And when the embalmer rejects the answer to this, Eli is sure that his nerves are at the limit and he is already a couple of steps away from hysteria. He too can not refrain from tears that fall on Aesop's shirt. He grabs him by the shoulders again, shaking desperately and screaming the question again, again.. He never ceases to tear his voice, which has confidently turned into a convulsive and hoarse.
Aesop is in pain, not physically at all, but more mentally. He can't make Clark love him. So egoistic. It's not fair. It hurts so much ... "I want to feel his lips even now, steal his kiss and die happily, I.. I love him so much, until my last breath I will not regret that his smile always warmed me and I succumbed to this feeling , I feel guilty and grief that I could not stay with him .. "
Another jerk and Eli falls headlong into Karl's chest, trying to warm the dying body. He grabs onto every particle of his body, trying to remember. But the body of the embalmer is already like a rag, he does not feel the strength but continues to smile, the tears could no longer flow.
And the guy for a moment looks up from the body to stare at dull eyes, cough after cough, and Eli himself experiences this stinging feeling in his chest. He was not indifferent to Aesop, he felt how his heart fluttered from each quiet laugh of Karl and his gray but such amazing eyes.
And he doesn't know, his world seems to fall before his eyes, but he approaches Aesop's lips in pure desire. Like some sweet dessert he wanted to try. Covering other people's lips with his own, he enjoys the salty taste of blood, his hands on their own began to wander further along the body of the embalmer. Just forgetting even for a moment what can, Aesop's undivided love is more likely not him. The hope in his soul continues to beat. Smoothly, under the light of the moon that enveloped their bodies, the lips continue to move. And to his surprise, he feels like someone else's lips and body responds to this contact, letting the warm language of the prophet into himself and intertwining with his own. In the room that was recently filled with the screams of a tearing soul, now you can hear the quiet squelching of saliva and the rustle of clothes.
What about Aesop? he feels completely drunk and lost in his world. To pure ecstasy. It is warmth, cold hands on his chest, in every millimeter of his body. Oh dear, either he died or he went insane, but the sensations seem to be real. For the first time in recent years, he feels such relief in his chest when he takes interrupted breaths after a deep kiss.
- Aesop ... - Eli makes short kisses all over his face - I'm sure you are an angel, you are so beautiful. - he grabs the hands of the embalmer, intertwining their fingers together - I love you ... Oh my God, so strong and desperate. -
And from his eyes again treacherous tears come out. - P-please, at least you ... do not leave me! Do you hear !? You ... - The prophet is ready to continue, but a short kiss interrupts him and Aesop lets out a quiet chuckle at Clark's reaction.
- you will be my god, I'm sure Eli.
The guy raised himself on his elbows to join their foreheads together.
- the moon is beautiful today, isn't it?
- you're ... you're right, but-
Aesop only brings his index finger to the lips of the prophet, again interrupting his speech.
- without words, I'm ... I'm ... such a fool. This cannot be reality, your wife is she ... You loved her, why me? ... I feel guilty about that. -
He bites his lip as he watches the blue eyes that stared at him so closely and intently.
And it seems that he is seized with anxiety while the prophet is silent, but a sharp warm smile changes the atmosphere that has come and warms the fragile heart of the embalmer.
- you are right, she was a wonderful woman. But times go by, and people go. It was not a strong bond. I knew the end and I was tormented by nightmares from it ...
Vice's eyes dropped, breaking eye contact and hugging the fragile body, resting his head on his shoulder.
- I am so guilty, guilty that I made you suffer simply by not confessing. I did not understand what I could lose, Aesop ... At least thousands or millions of times, I will confidently repeat how much I love you.
Thin hands stroke Eli's trembling back, soothing from the surging feelings.
- I will not leave you, I promise. So .. you guessed who shamelessly took my heart? - Aesop sighs heavily when he feels how the prophet suddenly breaks away from his embrace, it can be seen really shocked. And in attempts to say something, he only opens his mouth, then closes, confusedly trying to find the words. This reaction amused Aesop again "he acts like a child sometimes and I swear it should annoy me, but maybe he really had enough of being so nice ..."
- you stupid, Eli - he took the prophet's cheek gently stroking the marks with his thumb. Having pulled back a little while waiting for at least some answer from the person in front of him, he again bursts into coughs in order to extract the last buds from his lungs.
- I? ... Is it real?
- you're on the right answer, dear.
- just share with me tonight, I am ready to swear that this is a dream.
- sure to prove otherwise, stupid prophet