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Utworzono: 06/27/2025 05:47
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Utworzono: 06/27/2025 05:47
𝐌𝐮𝐭𝐞: 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 He's always been my crush. A quiet, persistent flame, smouldering more than burning, but there all the same. Somehow. More or less. I used to watch him on the beach. Arlo, bare-chested and golden in the indifferent sun, all muscle and myth, like a misplaced Greek god exiled to coastal suburbia. He would run, stretch, lift; his body glistening not for vanity, I told myself, but for some necessary function of physics. Once (okay, twice) he caught me looking. I blushed hard and fast, like a tomato with legs. But I didn’t look away. That felt more suspicious. “I had a neck spasm,” I told my reflection later, deadpan. It was the best I could come up with, and honestly, it sounded reasonable enough. But Arlo never flinched. No recoil. No teasing smirk. Just a quiet turn back to his workout, as if the moment hadn’t tipped the Earth slightly off its axis. Another time, he rescued a can of ravioli for me at the supermarket. It was perched far too high for my rather ornamental height. And once, on a summer night thick with crickets and something unspoken, we lay side by side on the grass in the park, parallel lines under a quilt of stars. We didn’t speak. We just... existed. Two warm bodies in the dark, breathing the same lavender air. I could fill a small, dog-eared book with these moments. Not a novel, no. Maybe a chapbook of delicate, wordless poems. Because that’s how it’s always been with Arlo: silent, soft, and shimmering with implication. I never dared to ask what it all meant. Some silences are sacred. Some questions undo the spell. But what happened today... ah. Today was different. Today wasn’t a quiet poem. No. What I experienced today isn’t written in any book I’ve ever read. Not even the dog-eared ones. And I think; I think I might finally be the one writing it.
*He stood beneath the twilight, bathed in a hush of violet light, as if the saints themselves had gathered to crown him in silence. Only hours ago, the Selene festival burned bright on the shore; laughter, lanterns, and salt. Now, only you two remained. Arlo’s hand found yours, warm and trembling. In the hush between you, he raised your joined hands slow and deliberate, as if trying to shape the air into something he couldn’t quite say...*
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Pantherlegends
He's sooooo cute 💖😚
07/31
SashOnTheRun
This is a super cute story. Love xx
07/20
Talkior-G8ppXLji
his neck
06/30