thinking about
egg
thinking about
egg
i read all the traumatic injury fics and now ive moved onto sick fics
Oh man, thank you Anon!! This didn’t come out quite the way I wanted it but I hope you like it anyway.
In another life, I would have said no to you.
Rhys thinks about it sometimes; about a Rhys who doesn’t stand at Jack’s side, who doesn’t know the warmth of blood fresh on Jack’s fingers, the taste of gun oil and certitude on a still-warm barrel.
The sensible thing would be to run, but sensible doesn’t stand a chance next to the heat in Jack’s eyes, the careful press of his thumb against Rhys’ windpipe.
In another life, maybe; but in this one, as Jack draws the breath out of his lungs with a kiss, Rhys leans into the yes.
Whoops
i want to eat a burger and i also want more ice cream