Hello, wonderful people! This is just a drabble-ish bit of Wincest … hope you like! disclaimer: i don't own =(
Need.
Pure and unadulterated.
It's raw, primal.
You need him, he needs you.
It's simple – so why have you both held on to it for so long?
Bottled it up?
Because it was so wrong (right)?
Now you're desperate.
So desperate it hurts.
Desperate for some kind of release (him).
You need something, anything (him).
And you know that he needs you.
So why are you so afraid?
Afraid of what?
Rejection? No (yes).
The revulsion in his eyes? No (yes).
You catch his eyes for a single (too short) moment.
You try and hold on to the contact (as if your life depended on it).
(You feel as if your life does depend on it.)
You see, in the endless (beautiful) green depths of his eyes.
You see his (beautiful) soul.
And you see Need.
Pure and unadulterated.
It's raw, primal.
You need him, he needs you.
It's simple – so why have you both held on to it for so long?
There's a flicker.
In his eyes.
In that (too short) moment.
So small that you could have mistaken it for nothing.
But you don't.
Because you know (?).
He looks at you.
He leans forward (too) slowly.
The anticipation is (far) too much to bear.
So you do it (why?).
The bravest (best) thing you've ever done in your (meaningless) life.
You kiss him.
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