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“maybe, in another world, you’re just two boys tangled up in plaid sheets.
your armor is his worn sweatshirt, threadbare in all the right places. your helmet: his knit cap, the one you pull off of his head whenever he least expects it.
your hands aren’t meant to hold a weapon, not anymore. they tangle in his hair instead, intricate braids woven on lazy sunday afternoons, framing his face and falling gracefully over his shoulders.
somewhere in your mind, there’s the memory of waves slapping against rocks, loud and aggressive, a call to war that dragged you away from everything that had ever felt safe. the sounds here are softer. birds find a home outside your window, and their songs align with the sound of his steady breathing beside you each morning.
the room you share smells like coffee and hair conditioner, and feels more like home than anywhere else ever has. his clothes smell like him, and he never minds when you wear them.
the blood that once rushed in your ears and seized your heart in violent stutters is nothing more than the shower running now, every morning at the same time. sometimes you’ll join him, and other times you’ll lie in bed, listening to him sing until he wanders back to you. his damp hair is always wrapped in a towel on top of his head, and you both laugh.
in fact, there isn’t any blood here at all, just empty soda cans on your dresser, and a teapot sitting on the stove. he always puts fig leaves in his tea, and the notion stirs something in your heart that you can’t name.
he’s different here too. you’d love him in every universe, but his eyes never lose their brightness anymore. his hands hold yours without shaking, gentle and soft, and you can’t help thinking that this is how he was always meant to be. he never trembles in his sleep, and there’s a peacefulness to his face that never falters.
you aren’t afraid of losing him here. that’s the best part, isn’t it? he is a constant. achilles, achilles, achilles. you never feel like the ground is falling out from under your feet, and you’re never struck with the realization that he won’t always be beside you. “we’ll have each other forever,” he promises you, and you believe him.
maybe, in another world, you’re just two boys who love each other, and there isn’t a war or a prophecy to separate you.
maybe, in another world, you wake up every morning to the feeling of his lips against yours.
maybe, in another world, you’re happy.”
-dear patroclus, i promise you there’s a place where everything is okay // jc
for request, may I ask for something with the theme "devotion as violence?"
@achillics, vulnerability
Joan Tierney (x)
Richard Siken, Wishbone
Ada Limón, The Good Fight
José Olivarez, I Wake in a Field of Wolves with the Moon
Lady Gaga, Judas
@bipeds (x)
Tom Lehrer, The Masochism Tango
Yves Olade, When Rome Falls
Florence + The Machine, Kiss With a Fist
Schuyler Peck, Horoscope for the Heartbroken
Venetta Octavia, I Set It in Stone
@heavensghost, Dead Girls Don’t Lie
Richard Siken, Snow and Dirty Rain
Dead Girl Walking, from Heathers: The Musical
Terrence Hayes, American Sonnets for My Past and Future Assassin
Richard Siken, Primer for the Small Weird Loves
Margaret Atwood, We are hard
For now my favourite thing to do, when I'm talking to someone, is to repeat last short phrase that person said to me, but to remove last word from it, and continue with it until it's just one letter... It either makes everyone laugh, or annoys them... Love it anyways