[They shyness is what kills him. Poe's soft underbelly exposed. John lays against him, wanting to shield this softness from the world. He strokes back his hair from his face, openly admiring. His eyes trace the lines of Poe's brow, nose, lips, and jaw. Burning it into his mind. Something beautiful to think about when life is ugly.
Chest to chest, John can feel Poe's heartbeat and warmth like they're his own. No wonder he fell asleep. He's never wanted to move less.]
I wasn't sure, for a while... If you liked me back.
[Now it's John's turn to be shy, his eyes dropping away with a slight shrug.]
My radar's kinda broken. All I see are the bad guys.
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Date: 2018-02-28 06:37 am (UTC)[They shyness is what kills him. Poe's soft underbelly exposed. John lays against him, wanting to shield this softness from the world. He strokes back his hair from his face, openly admiring. His eyes trace the lines of Poe's brow, nose, lips, and jaw. Burning it into his mind. Something beautiful to think about when life is ugly.
Chest to chest, John can feel Poe's heartbeat and warmth like they're his own. No wonder he fell asleep. He's never wanted to move less.]
I wasn't sure, for a while... If you liked me back.
[Now it's John's turn to be shy, his eyes dropping away with a slight shrug.]
My radar's kinda broken. All I see are the bad guys.