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[m3ffsstuff]

Sky is a bizarre ceiling covered with something unusually small, like beads. From each star, — August, ceiling is strewn with them, like watermelon seeds — if you look closely, a thin thread goes into black clarity.

Tobias blinks and his trembling eyelashes tangle. It seems to him as if this deserted ceiling is about to break off and fall. He will scratch and crush, bursting his head like a melon, finally. And it seems to Tobias that breaking down is like hitting his mother's favorite mug on a tiled floor.

– You hit me in face.

Fuss under side — crushed under arms and legs of dry grass. A look, confident and intense — glowing lanterns through darkness of forest. Comets that are among the stars are recognized immediately, almost instantly. Watch how gray sweater mixes with patches of earth.

People often believe that comets are shooting stars, they are used to depicting them as beautiful and fast. Wishes are still made, fools, on them.

— Yeah, — a nervous nod of head and blue strands of hair fall over his eyes. — you stopped breathing.

— But now I've stopped seeing, — the brunette purses his lips, feeling the humidity of a wide sweater. — you almost knocked my eye out.

Blue comets and stars on thin, barely visible threads glow almost the same. And unpleasantly evenly, which makes Tobias sigh wearily. They also lacked Major Tom here for complete pacification.

Brunette's head is spinning, pain swims like a fish from eye to cheek, causing an angular shudder.

— Where are we anyway?

Tobias blinks — with difficulty, capillaries on his eyelids resist — and is not going to turn his head even a millimeter. For now, this is quite enough for him — ceiling-sky with splashes of white paint and human rustling nearby, in middle of high grass strings on which you can play your music. And most importantly — no one will judge.

Comet turns into likeness of a man, into that frightening «something» that has been deposited somewhere on the crust of subconscious. Foggy void that Tobias managed to accept as a bed for night turns into a very ordinary field, tearing it out of vacuum of a soap bubble.

Cold of dry grass — in the warmth of palm on forehead. Instant disappearance of that cutting blackness of hair is like arriving at an orbital station and certainly like grounding in zero gravity.

– You're having a panic attack.

Tobias snorts, which sounds more like a pained sob. He never seems to admit that he likes it when Carmelo talks loudly, a lot and, as if, not to the point at all.

Icy calm in voice reflects an unusual warmth, but it feels like a slap in face during a prolonged tantrum and a hail of tears. This is not something that anyone can like at all. But definitely what is needed at moment.

Tobias is breathing fitfully, a spidery cloud of steam. Fleetingly remembers that oxygen is limited in void.

I want to intercept my palm on my damp forehead when Schneien painfully realizes that a collision with a humanoid comet cannot be avoided. Skin is bathed in flaming heat, and cosmos converges at one point, dangerously close to lips.

Consciousness is in dust and black holes. Into ashes and, almost, into dust.

– You hit me in face..

— Yeah.

— And then kissed..

— Yeah.

Tobias feels cold earth under his back and only now a real person is next to him. Alive and warm, which was so lacking once in an unattainable childhood. This is a signal, obviously. Returning to somewhere where there is barely a home and almost safety.

His breathing slowly evens out, like guitar strings, and Tobias blinks again.

– Ready to look around?

Threads are cut too sharply from the stars. For some reason, Schneien is sure that even if they stay here a few hundred light-years and the stars reach earth, Carmelo will catch them — every one. Perhaps only for his sake.

Tobias weakly shakes his head and—an effort before gravity—catches his hand on his forehead. He presses someone else's palm to his pale face—crippled by boundary of time— like an oxygen mask.

Heat from comet now reverberates on cheeks and temples, swirling in swirls of black hair, as in waves of a raging sea. World finally stops spinning in a frozen waltz, and misty pupils close with eyelids, like windows behind curtains.

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[m3ffsstuff]

Tobias was always afraid of a field of rye. He saw red ears intertwining with wind in an unknown dance, and as a child Tobias always wanted to rush into the dance with them. But broad hand on his shoulder did not give off the warmth that would allow, and her strokes were not gentle, so Schneien always lowered his eyes down. Down at the little insects, for whom he seemed to be God himself; down, as if penetrating the loose earth with his gaze, and hitting the boiling cauldrons where the lost are overthrown.

Tobias blinks, feeling the strength of the lying hand go away and he is released. Painstakingly, as if not daring to allow even a drop of freedom to the end, considering whether Tobias is worthy to see the real light from the sun on the golden ears. Brunette looks up, immediately starting to glow like a shooting star. He swallows, shifting from one foot to other in hesitation and feeling such familiar dirt under his feet, mixed with wet grass and small bugs.

For first time, Schneien sees beautiful flowers, to which he timidly stretches out his hand, but immediately withdraws, as if afraid of getting burned. Afraid that their toothy leaves will suddenly close their small jaws, biting into the soft skin. These flowers fascinated with their awesomeness and contrast with the red sea of ears around; they looked like strangers here, completely unexpected guests among other plants, and for some reason Tobias feels a connection.

– These are cornflowers, – a familiar voice interrupts a bad stream of thoughts, makes blue eyes pay attention to themselves. A pleasant smile on the young man's face prompts heart to beat a little faster.

Tobias swallows, returning his attention to the surprisingly contrasting colors. Cornflowers. And their name, it would seem, is so affectionate and color is beautiful that Schneien decides to try his luck again. A pale hand meekly reaches out to the flowers, touches them first with a finger, as if checking if they are real, and then, no longer feeling that danger, gently plucks the stem. Tobias hopes that it didn't hurt them, that he didn't behave selfishly by taking their lives for himself, but his heart starts beating faster from this bad thought. He turns his gaze to Carmelo, involuntarily comparing him with cornflowers: rude, only in appearance, the name is affectionate and the color of his eyes is the same as those of these flowers, which almost immediately fell in love with Schneien.

– Such a strange feeling, – Tobias whispers, continuing to carefully collect cornflowers, counting to thirteen. He raises his bright gaze directly to the boiling sun, not at all afraid that this big dot in the sky will burn out his eye sockets. Tobias pushes the blackness of his hair behind his ear and the innocent daisy behind his ear is immediately lost, winking at the last ray of the sun.

– Tell me about him, – offers Carmelo, feeling the tickling ears near his face. The morning dew is still fresh on them, although the day is already moving towards its end. Tobias sighs, adjusts the wreath, which was quickly thrown on him, without asking much. Everything tries to fall on the eyes, makes you feel blind. How then to look at him — De Monte — since the wreath is so restless?

– I'm, – the brunette blunts his gaze, maintaining a slight pause. A cold wind blows over their faces, forcing them to squint a little. — scared?

Swallows, which always seemed bloodthirsty to the brunette, are swinging on the branches, and Tobias thinks that they are hiding in the sleeves of Carmelo. Now he is about to wave his hand, and the stars will fall from the blue, equally innocent sky. The field will turn into a sea, something like an ocean, and they will drown together. They will drown before they fully realize reality. And Tobias swallows the viscous saliva, thinking about it: he barely restrains himself from putting sweaty palms to his whitish cheeks.

– Is it scary, like when you look at your reflection in the river? — Carmelo stretches his neck slightly, cracking his joints, purely out of habit. But Tobias blinks a couple of times, hearing the ringing crunch of bones, and hoping that Carmelo will not break his neck this way. — Or like when you look into an abandoned squirrel hollow?

– No, – Schneien says more and more quietly, feeling the collar of his once light shirt dig into his neck. He strangles her, not letting her breathe, as if he knows that Tobias is afraid of dying from asphyxia. The brunette slightly moves his shoulders, trying to discard the feeling of rough male hands on his thin neck, because they are so wide and unpleasantly familiar. — I'm afraid for you rather...

Tobias swallows the words like embers left on a square near their city, and Carmelo suddenly becomes touching. Tobias's eyes are also the sky. Innocent and, it would seem, has not yet known the fury of the local thunderclaps. When De Monte bends down to press his foreheads with Tobias — the wreath falls on their palms — it seems to him that they reflect sparks. The real stars, slowly fading, but for some reason ignited again.

– Don't be afraid, — the wreath in Carmelo's hands turns into a thorn, without giving Tobias an eye to blink. The brunette, not believing that the wreath is not starry, closes his eyes for a moment, not allowing Carmelo to merge into their depths. — if I'm destined to burn, for example, then well.

Tobias feels Carmelo's warm breath on his cheeks, and involuntarily wonders, they say, «has the sun come down from heaven?». He feels an unpleasant tremor in his chest when the tips of someone else's fingers gently touch his pale cheeks. It runs from the cheekbone to the ear, descending to the chin, leaving behind an obsessive burning strip that only Schneien could feel.

Tobias slowly opens his eyes and sees two boundless star depths: beautiful, giving light, majestic and sublime. Tobias feels like a dark spot on the sparkling tree of the stellar genealogy, as if a star without radiance and only his eyes give him belonging to something unattainable. Definitely for Carmelo.

– Fire suits me, don't you think? — rays of sun play in Carmelo's hair, they shimmer with a bright blue tint and Tobias almost jumps out of his skin.

– Yeah, — as if fascinated, Schneien whispers long, plunging into depths of salty sea with his head. Bitterness in the throat, like hops, like that familiar cahors or the very blood of Christ. — you will burn beautifully..

Tobias lowers his eyes to stop seeing his beloved face gnawed by fire, which still retains its smile. The wind blows in the gasoline-scented hair, forcing the brunette to sigh languidly and again feel the sweet-nauseating smell, which for some reason seemed so familiar. Blood appears along the lines on his hands, on which it was too early to guess and the young man still did not understand why.

He feels warm, tickling touch of someone else's hand. Warm, affectionate and completely devoid of its usual rudeness. Still the same meek, but rather in order not to scare away than to keep her groundless power. Tobias watches as someone else's hand briskly passes over the fingertips, rubbing the middle of the palm, and then squeezing pleasantly. Soft strokes seem unusual and Schneien swallows nervously. Hand has not been gnawed by fire, has not been touched by anything but clumsy touches in response and Tobias sighs heavily.

– Just remember me beautiful, – Carmelo suddenly whispers hurriedly, making Tobias laugh softly and pick up the neatly woven wreath with his thin spiders–like fingers. And when the wreath falls back on Carmelo's head, Tobias suddenly feels that everything will be fine with him.

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