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#THIS IS MY CRACK OK ITS GOUNG STRAIGHT INTO MY VEINS
fregget-frou · 1 year
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Do you think that when Freelancer grows old with Gavin he’ll hold their hand as they go and sing the same song he’d sing to put them to bed? Do you think he’d hold them in his arms and brush their hair in the same way when they’re hungover and sick? Do you think even as they age he’d still look at them with the same stupid grin as they fold laundry on a Sunday afternoon?
When eons pass and freelancer and the rest of the world are gone and replaced by something anew Gavin will still be there, mind long eroded from the suns, to never remember their face again?
But when he looks into his lovers eyes he recognizes a glint, a warm smile as they laugh at him? Do you think when he’s sleeping he’d remember the wrinkles and lines in freelancers hand and trace the exact replicas on his lovers palms? Do you think he’d hum a familiar tune that always seemed to put them at rest, just like something he could just barely remember?
Do you think Gavin looks at his lover, his jaded and old mind long forgot you with time but when he folds some laundry and stands next to them, he asks them if they remember this? Even if he didn’t remember it himself?
Do you think they’d give the same smile, the same crinkle and say, “Let’s do it again, to jog my memory.” And they do it again. They fold the laundry on a Sunday afternoon and even if neither remember or even know what that was about a star in the evening seem just a bit brighter.
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