I wrote a poem for this ExR fanfic (Novelesque Diary) by Ryssabeth on AO3.
You blink your eyes open
As sunlight pierces you
And see wisps of black
Heavy strokes on your pale
Perfect
Skin
Graceful inky swoops decorate you and,
Grasping in smoky memories,
You can just remember him—
Lamplight sparking off his hair
His fingers warm
As they brush your body
Softly
Deftly
And the cool sensation
As he writes of you
Worships you
Creates you
And you read—
"Perfect for writing stories"
On your fingers.
One shoulder blade holds
"A world made of books,
Sadness and
Shitty movies"
And a shoulder blade holds
"A world made of books
And snark
And decent literature"
You wonder what he'd write on your tongue
You think of what you'd write on him
You think he'll be the death of you
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