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[RussiaxReader] Only Your Warmth Can Save Me -END-
The atmosphere is silent throughout the ride back and it stays that way even as the tires loudly crunch the snow-dusted gravel of your driveway, hanging thickly over the two of you the way fog drapes heavily over the forest floor in the deepest hours of night. Your hand is frozen, white-knuckled as the bones threaten to rip through your flesh as you see Ivan’s face grow progressively darker with every word that his lilac eyes drink in. A pent-up breath is released as you unfasten your vice-like grip from the steering wheel, letting your hand thump back down on the car seat as you close your eyes, bracing yourself for the worst.
[RussiaxReader] Only Your Warmth Can Save Me Ch. 7
Weak light filters in through the window, bidding you to wake from your comfortable slumber. Your eyes, once wet with tears, opens tentatively, only for your gaze to be met by an angel’s sleeping face. Beige hair falling in waves down his smooth forehead, his mouth partially open and his eyes shut, Ivan looks the perfect picture to wake up next to every morning. Shifting slightly you come to realize that his arms are wrapped around you, clasping you to him tight enough to reassure but loose enough that you aren’t suffocated; indeed, you can very well adapt to this kind of morning, cuddled up close to him, enveloped by the warmth y
I wonder if you're enjoying
the curvature of her back.
The spine, a row of ossified crowns
crowded and curved around that defining neural superhighway;
that extension cord,
adventurously connecting the visceral
to the peripheral.
The horseshoe crab vertebrae
scuttle to break through skin at your touch;
a defining shiver.
I see your hands
around the rounded hills of her shoulders.
Scapulae jutting out with the extremity of the bend,
like a chicken's wings.
And the bands of these dorsal muscles
stand up like wings,
cast shadows in the dimples of the pelvis that she lifts;
that will fold o
The TypewriterThe Typewriter
It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
"Sammy! Come q
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