Warning: Slash
A/N: Names won't be mentioned. They can be anyone that the readers desire them to be.
He was his for him to do as he pleased.
He ran his calloused fingers against his shimmering skin, he shuddered at his touch but he didn't stop. He was asleep and he would never have to know what he was doing to his beautiful and unblemished body - and he wouldn't have to find out about it. Ever.
He was his for him to look at with a hungry stare in his eyes.
He inhaled his scent. It was a mixed of rain and earth fragrance - because he loved to venture onto the outside world in a rainy weather. And he loved him more for it since he always talked about how he wanted to heal the dying world from humanity and their ignorance to bring the change. So he kept staring at him in his sleep. Admiring, worshipping what was always out of reach.
He was his for him to love without a boundary.
'I love you' he whispered in his ear. Yet he didn't reply and he probably would never say anything, seeing that he said those words when he was still deep in his slumber. He had no idea about his feeling towards him but he loved him, he cherished and cared about him more than anyone in this world. He didn't have to know.
He could never have him.
However, he still thought of him as his.
Therefore, he watched and waited while the world continued to turn - wondering if they could ever be together.
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Written by Wookie
