~Hot like Mexico~
The sun's bleeding over the horizon, and Ichigo loses himself in the shadow of the hills. There's a gaping maw, a giant mouth that asks the sky what it's meant to be in life. Mother Sky takes the time to reflect as it sinks the sun with fingers dipped in marigolds and fuchsia.
She neglects her aligning child.
Chad is sitting cross-legged; with a beautiful, resilient; silence. The wind is playing with his brown hair, twirling long locks in tune to the symphony of the dancing orchids printed on his Hawaiian shirt.
Oblivious, Ichigo thinks, the way he sits like a stone. Idle, with concentration and a certain ferocity of his indolent, sinopia eyes. Ichigo loses himself among them, as a sun tries to sink into an indulgant mouth.
Beautiful, Ichigo ponders, the way he sits on a throne of everglade grass. The way his arms, the color of a destructive bronze, rest so elegantly on his lap in a meditative position. Teeth scratch and scar, and Ichigo is so suddenly envious.
And Ichigo doesn't understand why Mother Sky ignores one of her own children. Chad pays no mind, his mouth opens and his tongue moves in line to a graceful dance.
"Mi amor," Chad closes his pretty sinopia eyes, and Ichigo chuckles because he doesn't understand. Chad whispers with the aid of the earth. Relays secrets between love and lust to Ichigo, watches as his face becomes bewildered and his eyes transition to the browns of confusion.
His pale lips smile crookedly, and his tongue tries in vain to match Chad's complicated pattern of speech; where Chad's tongue is elegant in rhythm, Ichigo stumbles. His lips are covered in the shiny spectrum of saliva, trailing, dripping, and Ichigo is not disgusted. Chad is as mindful as the earth.
Ichigo moves forward, a move he knows the idle, stone, Chad will not make. Their mouths meet briefly, before they part with the setting sun. It tries to tell secrets to the great maw; secrets that Mother Sky shoves down its bleeding throat
There's a halo of saliva under Chad's mouth, but he smiles because of the euphoric effect of a salutation.
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