disclm: not mine. never mine.
a.n: axelroxas. based on a picture i found on deviantart. let me know if you want the link. written in a state of exhaustion. whee. the three-fold amen is found in music.
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freeze-frame;
the snapshot that costs you a million years to take. one glimpse of what you've been looking for. /still. perfect. frozen. moment./
your dark Galatea in a swirl of smoke and embers and trueblue eyes piercing into you under your skin. not so much that he's falling as that he's trying to reach you and you bear down on him. there is still the distance that won't close as gravity refuses to be defied. the constant murmur
'do you remember?'
count the beats as he arches towards you. one two three four. one long movement. the first measure, pure, clear. amen.
one. two. three. four. ascend the scale, his back rising, his face mere inches from yours. the second measure. amen.
the final four. one two three four fermata. he hangs in balance before you, if only you could close. the third measure, the three-fold. amen.
close the prayer for some sort of flower to bloom in this world that never was. the place you call home, bereft of all things beautiful. except him. always him. he is not like them. like you.
your dark Galatea rising in three-fold amen into your mind, begging you for sweet release from this marble prison. beautiful. a flower in the world that isn't, wasn't, won't. he is everything in nothing and he can never be yours outside of this moment. whispering
'do you remember?'
and the same, silent answer.