Yes.
Another one. I really like this one. I like how it turns out.
I ended up writing it as prose; it just felt right.
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word count: 131
[I do not own any KHR characters]
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.Schnitten Brabanters.
Dark night, light knock
Hard tock of a lock,
Soft echo of a knob let go
A hollow door opens,
"Schnitten? Oh my god—what happened?"
The quiet man is pulled inside and stripped
He sits.
He sighs.
He stings.
First Aid is applied gently.
Schnitten watches quietly.
Their scent is heavenly.
"I hate seeing you like this."
"Our meetings like this are becoming regular."
Hand on the nape of the neck
Schnitten pulls them in
His Rough lips give a tender kiss
Pulling away,
Soft words are spoken,
"Marco, I've missed you."
Parted lips press
Tongue traces Marco's mouth
Schnitten needs him closer—
Morning meekly mesmerizes
Marco's muggy mind,
Rouses
He wakes up alone.
All alone.
Normal.
Normal.
A card on a pillow,
Drawn on it is a heart.
