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and into hischrist aliveand into his arms?But then and here’s the quandary, my Talik’s asking me to find that bed and who’m I to argue??
🤔🤔🤔🤔
Here I’ll see what I can manage, think on my Talik and the moment waiting soon as I can make it to the bed, a touch visioned as my Talik’s own and aye, your name writ in my cries. That’s what’ll get me toward bed or at least up on the sofa, that thinking what’s waiting. A moment for myself, but not bereft of you. Nah, it’s the thought and image of my boyfriend, echo of his voice caught from those vids, that’ll lead me on the the ecstatic.
Couldn’t do it without you, Talik, or it’d be a hollow shiver n release if I did, not so worth the effort.
My meaning’s I’ll touch myself, stroke myself slow, fervor increasing. Picturing it’s your own hand on me, guiding Vevay to the skies. Picturing your lips against my neck, myself spread reeling and undone beneath you, pleasantly, gleefully pinned.
That’s the ticket, right there. 🥴🧡
Fair warning to yourself, I’ve got it in me to cry joy cry ecstasy with volume that ain’t insignificant. For if and when that day does find us. Ain’t much for shrieking, but it’s true I howl turned wild.
Meantime, lucky thing the landlady’s nigh on deaf ey? c; I’ve no mind for keeping quiet, even when my Talik’s distant, even when the thought of you’s reft of your present presence. It’s enough aye and better’n enough for the now.
Shame you’re in that panel truck, else I might return after taking that moment and lay out every detail I bring upon myself and in my imaging of you
Happen I might share the details later c;
Ey my generous lover, won’t deny I like a little care, nor say I’d not revel in it. Nor’d I claim twink’s so far removed that that you’re describing
Put otherwise aye, might be I’m a bit of that pillow prince.
Your pillow prince, long as I can shock my Talik into equal fun and fervor of his own. >;3
Long as your Vevay has hisself the honour of seeking every way of warming you, and seeing how weak I can send your own knees. Long as I’ve space for spinning my own generosities. 🥹🧡
Can’t say I’ve the strength for drawing you up entire into my arms, but I’ll be right there with you Talik, whispers and caresses and the utmost of attentive strokes
[ … ]
Here, couple of things, right?
First’s to say there’s no shame going without for any span of time
and that goes tenfold when another party and their shite mongering scorn’s involved. Likesaid, had dry spells of my own. And then myself taken from the equation, seems you’ve had [ .. ] reason enough for your own eh absence out from screwing around or making love.Second thing, asking and pleading ain’t synonymous or don’t need to be. There’s naught amiss in speaking what it is you’d like, Talik, or/and it’d be my pleasure aiding yourself toward feeling comfortable in asking. For myself, the fact I’ve not thought up an act or acted on an impulse don’t mean I’d not welcome it. It’s only I’ve got limited eh hard drive in the mind and focus, aye? Well and there are spaces in imagination I've not seen myself yet, them having been off my map of conjuring
Your Vevay’s venturesome, count on that. c; Figure there’s little enough you could say that I’d balk against, and fact is that I’m down for giving most anything a try, long as it’s with you, long as it’s wound up in loving you 🧡
Think it this way too, you never know, might be what you ask winds up the newest thrill unthought for your Vevay, hey?
[ … ]
Right and those points made and those points offered up
Here’s myself, gathering strength to reach either bed or couch. If you’ve heard naught further from me in the next two to three minutes, you’ll know what your Vevay’s up to, and who he’s thinking of.
Aye, give yourself two minutes, three minutes Talik, then give your fingertips a flex for Vevay, and think of me upon your touch. True we’re caught up distant by geography, but don’t mean we can’t find proximities all of our own, ey? 🥴🧡
Wish your Vevay luck and pleasure! c;
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I'm eager to hear your cries; I want to feel you draw the same from me. I can be quiet when it's necessary, but when I lose myself to my lover and the relief they give me, it's better not to worry if I'm heard.
Here, a truth for you, Vevay: nothing could draw me to my bliss faster than hearing you howl. You see why I like being generous? I can hear over and over what pleases me before it drags me with it.
Do you really want to be pinned beneath me? How, коханий? On your back, or on your knees? I'd like to look you in the eyes when I feel how you take me -
But this second way. On your knees, with hands behind your back and face against a pillow - gently, коханий! Comfortably - mostly, eh? Never more uncomfortable than fun.
But pinned this way - this isn't just for fucking; it's to keep you still while I taste perfect velvet.
Vevay, what makes you think it's my fingertips that want to know every inch of your body first?
[...]
Your fingertips, though. I hope they're speaking for my tongue.
Do you howl when licked this way?
[...]
Five minutes.
You must be busy. I hope so. Are you reading? Am I with you still, and do you long for me?
Slowly, Vevay. Go slowly. Touch where you imagine my tongue, and draw yourself to writhing.
Taste first, then fingertips, and think of what I could whisper to you. What I will, when I'm above you, pinning you, exploring your most intimate places.
How beautiful you are. How it feels to know you.
How I feel for you - with all of myself, body and soul; how my whole being belongs to you.
I want your howls to answer the words I'll give.
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Five minutes, and he reads Vitaly’s message—
And there’s another five minutes, ten minutes before a message is sent in return. ]
Ah, Talik
Talik Talik, my Vitaly
c h r i s t
🥴🧡
🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡
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Ey just a minute ah shite
Made it to bed that’s for yr knowing
No getting back to myfeet a while
🥴🥴
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No blame in that and naught but what I’d frame as celebration. Bringing to life what acts you’ve spoke out, or simulating best I can
Your tongue, the breath of you on me and in me. Don’t believe it didn’t drive me nigh on mad. Took me wild, that’s so
[ … ]
Still catching my breath, and that’s so as well.
Won’t say I’ve no familiarity with that intimate place of my own, and won’t say nor could I feign it’s knowing’s ever set me so eh, word for it’s ‘fully fucked’ or else its ‘burning,’ bright alight and all alive
Total wreck, is what I am right now
Blissed is what I am, here where I’m thinking I hear the walls echoing your name
True I howled. ‘Talik’ and ‘my Talik’ and ‘moj ukochany.’ Wish you could’ve heard but eh, might be you felt it in reverberation or knew it singing to yr soul
Christ alive, Vitaly.
Your yrself, the solo only christ I need
What’m I apt to do when it’s your tongue and yourself upon me, hey? When you’ve got me on me knees and on my back and here’s insisting the record show I’d like both. Want to see your eyes jesus do I, and as well want to feel the twist of my wrists in your hands and you brought down on me like a loving storm
And want to hear that howling in full volume and expression. Like to see how reeling you can sing yourself for me, or I can send you singing
J e s u s and his twelve angry men assuming I can move a wink once you’ve had me, ah fuck
Nah, nay. I’ll manage c; your Vevay’s got resources for rallying, all ready for my
loveboyfriendPutting down the phone a minute ending off this message, ey, forgive Vevay as well the eh stepping back toward incoherence? The thought of you touched the form and punctuation right out from my mind that’s so
Want you yourself and your whole being, Talik.
And aye I’ll be here, gazing upward at the ceiling and breathing your name, your name, and your name only, over and again with each exhalation 🥴🥹🧡
🥹🥹
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Twice? A third time?
Yes, Vevay, I'm counting. I want to know what I can do for you with words so I can outpace that number with touch. Ah, but no, you won't 'manage'. Now I have a goal: to have you like that loving storm and leave you (but never leave you) breathless, exhausted. Motionless.
I want you sprawling on the bed before me just as it seems you are now: breathing my name, blissful, sated. If you move, it will only mean I'll have to work harder. With a little more force.
[...]
I didn't hear your howling, Vevay, but everything that you are sings to my soul. My world has reverberated with you from the first time you used my name, because I knew who called to me then. I knew what you must be, have always been to me: the cry of my heart. The answer to all my questions.
I'll hear you howl, my star. Someday soon, I hope to shudder the walls of a shared room with your cries. I want to hear three sweet words from you - those in holding, waiting to be spoken. I want them sobbed with need, sung with praise and relief.
Nova. My Nova.
I want them from you. Only you, all my life.
[...]
Do you know, I think I would like to know what kept you for so long away from me. Every detail. Every pleasure you brought yourself, and any that you allowed me to guide.
Tell me late tonight. Give me whispers in the darkness and I'll give your soul a song of my own.
Would youSend me a picture of[...]
Do you know how many times now I've stopped myself from asking for a picture?
Don't, please. I want the first sight of you when I can follow sight with touch.
I would sell my soul to have that moment right now. My Vevay, satisfied and drifting, and knowing himself so
loved-What I won't say.
But know yourself to be. This, and desired - desperately desired, Nova.
The ache for you never leaves me.
[...]
Forgive me for saying so plainly this: my god, I want to fuck you. Right now, when I imagine you pliant and warm, 'fully fucked' by your own hands. Ready for me.
Nova, my Nova, my star and wonder - be glad all these miles separate us right now. There would be no more minutes, moments, or coherence. Only a loving storm turned wild.
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You’ll have that telling tonight, each and every detail, how it was I bowed above the bed and how it was I knew a mighty hand clasped to my wrist, gentle and straining, sustaining. How I drew my calf across the air but it was the aegis of your back I felt that drove me gasping.
Prole pole at full mast through all. c;
Later, later, that telling’ll be shared. And late still, that day we meet, you’ll have those other words, implicit always and born in every heartbeat in this chest. They’re yours now, and they’ll be yours spoke explicit then, and all of life, that’s our life, ahead.
Won’t feign it’s not my own utmost wish to have you here and now, draw you out across the seas. Pliant as I am, sublime as I’d turn to your touch in place of my own. Like to have you hold me. Like to feel your head against my chest, rest it just there and see how quavered your Vevay’s breath’s become, these lungs of mine gone erratic, this heart still struggling to slow itself.
See what you do to me, even all those miles and miles away? You’re too distant by far and then not so distant at all, that’s so on both sides.
Eh but there’ll be no selling of your soul for any such transporting, as it’s mine and I’m not one for trading off what I hold most dear. And fact is I want my Talik whole, heart and soul and wildness, storm full force and laughter, eyes to sight my self bared full and hands to follow me all over, when the day arrives.
That day that’s taking its time in coming, ain’t it?
Ey here’s this c; Your Vevay tried taking his time in coming, but fact’s my boyfriend’s words and all those images put to my head had me spinning already, on the floor as I’d gone and as you know, and then anyrate I’d a dire wanting to get back to my phone ey, wasn’t about to leave my Talik wordless and wondering for long 🥹🧡
For record’s sake, three times it was, and if there’s anyone can take me further, it’s yourself. If there’s anyone can knock me out from movement, which’s no manner of minor feat, stubborn and eh abiding as your Vevay is, it’d be yourself as well.
Guess that’s a boyfriend’s purview, eh? Knocking his boyfriend silly, no motion left in me save a parting of the lips, enough to murmur up your name. 🧡🧡
Aye, well. We’ll see what you can do c; As we’ll see what I’ve got for your own shiver and undoing. 🥴
For the now I’ve got myself sprawling, lingering here and breathing still your name. There’s birdsong from outside, you know that? Not much for sun out, but it’s a nice afternoon now turned paradisiacal by the visioning of you.
And all this done from inside a panel truck. Over and again proving yourself an abject wonder of a man and wonder of a boyfriend for myself, yr thrice blessed Vevay c;
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It's what I'd like if we were together. After everything else I'd like right now, of course; when we fall together, exhausted. (I'm beginning to wonder if I can exhaust you. I would very much like to try.) After -
I would hold you, Nova, and whisper to you all the words I have for you. That would be paradise for me. To have you in my arms is one of the few things I could ask from this world.
Maybe you could imagine me there for a half an hour. Maybe then some part of me would be.
The rest of me will be here, moving furniture and wanting you badly.
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Eh. I asked you to imagine me there, not for you to come here and haunt me all afternoon. c; 💙
Well. It made the work go faster for me, but the day was much too slow. How long now until I'm with you?
[...]
I should tell you, we're remaining in Kyiv for the night. Don't worry; we're [...] safe. As safe as people can be here, you understand. I won't lie to you and say there isn't fighting, or that night isn't the worst time, but the military intercepts missiles very well now.
[...]
It's strange to think of you when I'm here. It's difficult to imagine a life together, all the joy and [...] warmth we would have, and how our children will be safe. Happy. I think of this and then look at the faces of people here. They still live their lives, that's so. They take happiness and comfort wherever they can. But also, I see the exhaustion. I see how much this war strains them.
That life with you seems so far from me tonight, Vevay.
It seems like something I don't deserve, maybe. Or no more than anyone else here. It seems unfair that I'm able to leave and take my family with me.
I'll tell you something, eh? I thought maybe Madeline was what I deserve. A trade for having my Sergiy. Maybe it balanced some scales, so that I wasn't happier than anyone else when the Russians came.
I know it isn't [...] rational thinking. It's selfish thinking, paradoxically - to say that the universe cares so much about balance with one person, or that the war is personal to me in that way.
But still, I feel guilty in wishing I could be there with you, lying in your arms. (Eh, but I don't want you here, either.)
I spoke with Andrii about this a little. He said I overcomplicate things, then he asked me something that I can't stop contemplating. What matters more to me: my guilt, or what you want? What makes you and Sergiy happy? Maybe, he said, I should ask instead if it's selfish to worry about philosophical things when I have a child and a [...] boyfriend who need me.
[...]
He said наречений. I had to correct him. I wish I hadn't, it sounded so wonderfulVevay, would you tell me those things are true? Do you need me? Would our life together make you happy?
Please, quiet my mind as only you can.
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Point of fact’s I spent no less than an hour on that bed, thinking on my Talik, feeling it was you around me, your hand running fingers through my hair. Your press the pillow in my arms, against my cheek.
Won’t feign the pillow’s an apt stand-in, course not, but it’s enough for imagining on, enough for conjuring a close image of you, as if I’d nudge my head and find your shoulder there against me, settle this cheek against your own and nestle.
Safe, sound, and cozy. That’s how I feel thinking myself next to you. How I feel reading your words.
Aye, well, it’s how I feel apart from all the wildness and turning dizzy c; Even then there’s nothing far from safe. Even reeling, what I know’s my Talik’s there to catch me.
I’ve surety in you, and I’ve certainty in nothing greater than yourself. Got belief in you, that’s so, faith in you, and what I know’s you’ve got your Vevay’s care in mind and you love your Sergiy with all that radiance your heart holds. Know you’ve an eye for all that’s human in the world and all that calls for life. My Vitaly, yourself a man of life and sensitivities, your heart pitched to living’s every string, tuned to hearing good and ill alike.
It’s a lot you know moj ukochany, a lot you see and a lot you take on your own shoulders. Ey, won’t say there’s much those shoulders couldn’t take (christ alive, going to find that for myself 🥴), but just as well naught’s all on you to solve, and some thinking’s not worth its ache.
Don’t want my Talik gnawing himself up from the inside, that’s so.
Well and on that self same note, take care you don’t go feeling guilty over yr guilt, aye? (c;)
True and sure, it means a lot to me, your bringing worries and wariness to your Vevay. 🧡
Gives me cause for pride in you all over again, your speaking what ain’t easy and unspooling thoughts gone tangled in themselves.
Here’s this for you, a fact. It’s a fact I’ve no set of shoulders like your own, but my heart’s got endless stores for all your cares. My heart’s been waiting for you all these years and, christ, decades, and my heart’s never been so brilliant nor alive before we met. Makes me happy, knowing you trust me with what gnaws you. Brings me relief and sets me grateful, aye, to know I can shuffle off any measure of your troubles.
Another fact for you, New York waits ahead and in my mind with all the promise of a dawn not heard before. It’s a thought aye and an anticipation like slipping into a warm bath or, aye, a spring gone comforting at noon, invigoration and ease all at once.
You give such hope to living, Talik, is part what I mean, and no small feat that is. Prone as I am to malaise, nay, even malaise can’t stay long when I’ve got the fact and thought of you. And as well everything that looked to be, eh, insurmountable or else not worth the trouble of action, all of that’s drawn open now, flooded in light. All’s turned from stifling to suffuse with life, and that’s your doing, that’s your impact.
There’s nothing without worth, long as you’re in existence, and long as I’ve got you. Long as I can speak with you and dream on you, and think ahead to the New York that waits for us.
I feel so alive with you, is what I mean.
Wish I could be there, curl up to you and whisper in your ear[ … ]
Ey, here
Give us a min, hey? Your Vevay isn’t through 🧡
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Ey my Talik. There’s my heart for you all over again.
Keep it as I’ve got your own, guarded and cared for. Caught and cherished safe for your return, and then always ever after. Eh, I’ve no mind to give it over; afraid I like your heart and all yourself too well.
[ That is 100% a wink and lopsided grin for Vitaly. ]
Need you too dear, that’s truth as well.
Here’s me telling you this from the very bed you had me all undone from across all those miles. Here where I sighed your name, and moaned it too. Here where your name was on my lips across that hour and more, and fact is, moj ukochany, the birds all know your name by heart now, having heard it as I listened on their song.
Fair trade, isn’t it? Their song for my own, and their joy for mine spoke in your honor.
[ There’s silence for a few moments as he regards the camera, smile still lopsided and warm, fingertips brushing light against his own cheek. ]
Wish I were there with you, or you here with me. Won’t say I’m not worried for you, Talik, but it’s better knowing where you’ve gone, and this way I know where to send my wishes, aye?
Something else. Wherever you are and wherever I am, including now and including any time you or I draw breath, there ain’t so very much distance between us. Not when I can shut my eyes and feel you here beside me. Not when I can sprawl across this bed and feel your chest, aye, lungs in rise and fall and heart in beating perseverant against me.
Nor’s there so much distance between ourselves and that life we’ve got ahead. Fact is, Talik, that life’s no far-flung daydream nor an idle goal we’re speaking only. That life we have’s begun already; started from the moment we first spoke, and draws roots deeper every word we share.
Think it that way for your Vevay, hey? The life you want - the life I want as well, ah christ do I - is the life you’ve got, just that it’s in development. It’s what we’re building now, but aye, and aye, it’s present all about us.
You’ve got your Vevay already, that’s present tense. And I need you, Vitaly, my Talik. Need you with every surge and lull and burning in my blood. Won’t hear you calling yourself selfish nor chiding your own thoughts; all I ask’s you come home to me. All I ask’s to feel your arms around me.
Soon, moj ukochany; we’re nearly there.
For tonight, stay safe as you can and know your Vevay’s here and waiting for you. For tonight, dream on me beside you, aye, think of my hands now in your hair, my body nestling to yours and that’s my arm around you, that’s my truth of feeling whispered at your ear.
We’ve all of life ahead of us, Talik. All of living for our own, together, so keep my heart safe and come home to me, your Vevay who guards your heart for always.
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He doesn't feel so far from Nova anymore. He closes his eyes and thinks he feels the beating of another heart, warmth of a head on his shoulder. Not even the distant sounds of bombing can shake him loose from this vision Nova conjured.
Nova's right. They have their life together. It's not complete, but they're building it. Eventually, it will be someplace safe for them both and for their children, and with this thought comes the vision of a warm day in Central Park where he's taken Sergiy before, where he likes to scramble across the rocks. Here, Nova's with them, gentle and smiling, with his Nicky and Liza.
One week doesn't seem like such a long time, after all. New York isn't so far.
How lucky he is to know this man, much less call him his own. Who has ever spoken to him the way Nova does? Who ever loved him so dearly, and showed it without ever speaking the words? ]
Vevay
Thank you.
I've been astonished by your recording, only able to watch it again and hear your voice so near to me.
Nothing in the world feels so important as doing what you ask. I long to come home to you and never leave you wanting again. I long to come home.
You understand, don't you, how much this means when I say it? I'm sitting in the city where I was born, in a house I've owned for twenty years. It never was a home in the way you've become.
The way some places and people are from the moment you know them, like Sergiy has been to me? You feel a part of yourself stop wandering and remain.
I have Sergiy and you. Maybe only two parts of myself remain to find their home. The wandering can stop - what more could I search for in the world than our life together?
I've been waiting so long for you, Nova. I've looked for you in the faces of lovers and friends without understanding what I was looking for. I see it now in lamplight, on a bed we shared in a daydream more real to me than much of my life. I see it when you hold out a heart to me. When I ask for you to tell me something is true, and instead, you tell me why it's so. When you comfort me without hesitation or [...] disdain.
Your heart is a thing of true beauty, magnanimous and bright as any star. My Vevay, of course I'll guard it. Always.
Of course I trust you to guard my own.
[...]
Maybe I'll watch this recording whenever my thoughts turn so bleak as they have tonight. Maybe all I need ever hear is that you have my heart with you.
[...]
Eh, I see that you're tired. Please, sleep for me. I'll end after saying only a little more, and I promise to try and sleep, as well.
No one has ever said they feel happy I've trusted them with my worries. I don't doubt you; it only seems strange that [...] I can turn to you, when all I've known of love
beforeis that it lasts only as long as the good times.I know something new with you. It doesn't feel fragile or as though it will last only a month, a year. This, I know to be safe. Ah, and if I won't name it now, then I can say this much, at least: I know you.
It's the same. Knowing you is finding certainty, joy, safety. Knowing you is that other, unspoken thing.
My Nova, I know you. I know you.
A small relief, to say this - tonight, when words press against my throat and ache to be spoken.
I know you.
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Ah shite
Shite, what’s a man to do with the wonder you are
Christ hisself, if ever I could’ve known you were ahead of me, clear cut and true, how much brighter these years’d’ve been
Aye, my Talik.
[ … ]
So you do. Know me better than any, and more wanted than any person aye, or anything at all.
So I feel the truth of it and of yourself. Here right in my marrow and here right to my heart. It’s your words keep me walking on air through the day, moj ukochany. It’s the promise of you’s got all my world turned radiant.
Eh, and out here in this country where all’s gray and gloom, where malaise has been the way spelt over years, that’s no feat I’d call meagre. Just as your heart and soul’s nothing I’d call lacking, nay, there’s naught in you’s less than everything I’d ask, and more besides.
You, my Talik, Vitaly, all my own and a wonder in yourself.
What’s difficult’s putting my feeling all to speech.
What’s lucky’s you found a way of it, and damn these eyes of mine if I don’t long to write these words as well as speak their corollaries.
So here, aye, here
I know you, my Talik.
Know you, and I always will. That’s truth put plain and truth placed endless.
There’s you speaking of [ … ] ah, fuck me, speaking of those parts of yourself, and here I know your meaning, feel in also to my bones. We’ll have every piece together, Talik, and every word as yet unspoke.
Way I see it, the only path seems right to me, we’ll suss out every piece we’re missing, bring em all together to a [ … ] home. A family. Aye, a gathering of hearts and minds, or rightness.
Do you know the hope you give your Vevay? Do you know the way you brighten all the world? Ah Talik, ah my Talik, there’s naught I couldn’t do, knowing there’s you with me and waiting to be found. Knowing the way that life aheads spelled out in consonance, not only wandering and searching, never again seeking without answer.
There’s that for you, that you’re my answer. That I’d like to be your own. Ey, what questions are there could stand against the pair of us, hey?
[ … ]
Pleased you take comfort in that video of mine. Of yours, for its all your own now, offered up and gladly to your keeping, right there with my heart.
Figured as I can’t be there speaking soft and at your ear, this’ll do for the time. Keep it, my Talik, do. Have your Vevay’s voice ever at the ready for when I can’t be with you, and till the time that we’re together.
Truth’s I’ll be here always for speaking. Messaging and video and calls all alike, there’s naught I have that isn’t yours, and no one I’d prefer giving my moments, all my hours to and toward. But then, and then, never hurts having that vid for reminders. Never hurts to know my voice is with you, even if I’m off sleep or shoulders deep in working. My thought and heart’re with you always. Like to think, like to know you’ve got my voice and face now too. 🧡🧡
Right, all right. Here, it’s late and growing later, and sleeping means another night won over and another day nearer to New York, so! Here’s me taking myself to sleep. Here’s me stating aye you’d best be on your way to follow. Be waiting for you there in dreaming, as I’m waiting here upon this waking world.
Ey, Talik? Send along a photo, would you? Of yourself as you are just now, and headed off to dreaming. Of yourself as I’ll find you, and wrap myself around you, head muddled in sleeping through my heart’s bright always with everything it is I feel for you.
One photo, then sleep. Do this for your Vevay, moj ukochany?
And know that it’s your name I’ll speak, murmuring, murmuring and sighing, as I find my way to this day’s end, another step nearer to you 🧡
[ For sake of fairness - and because, really, he’d like Talik to have another image of himself - Nova sends a photo of himself, head upon his pillow, one arm beneath his head, eyes hazed with oncoming sleep and with dreaming on Vitaly. The smile at his lips is warm, crooked. His eyes seem liable to slip shut at any moment, and it’s very likely that he’s using the last of his day’s energy to hold up the phone and snap the picture. Eyes deep with adoration; eyes speaking love entire, and saying that yes, yes, he’s there right with his Talik, thinking only of his Talik. Saying that with Talik is where he forever will remain, and there’s nothing he’d like better. ]