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many things.

Summary:

in a summer garden a rose and sunflower grow side by side.

 

noel and misha are in love. and their love is many things.

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noel gruber is many things.

he is romantic. (which was highly appreciated by certain people)

he is dramatic. (to live his life, you had to be - otherwise it was no fun)

he is poetic. (a true “man of words”)

he is broken. (he father left and his mother might as well have with how much she drunk)

he is oppressed. (being queer in the 1980s would do that to you)

and he is entirely and completely in love with the entirely and completely wrong person.

 

misha bachynskyi is many things.

he is artistic. (although his creativity is with music, not words)

he is lost. (literally and figuratively)

he is soft. (but in an injured sort of way - like a crushed egg shell)

he is angry. (at the world, at it’s people, at the summer sun glaring at him just trying to live his life)

he is misjudged. (he really is sweet, he just isn’t allowed to show it)

and he is entirely and completely in love with someone who is entirely and completely in love with him.

 

love is many things.

love is sight. (brown eyes meet hazel from across the food court, silhouettes dance on brick walls, gapped smile appears after a familiar grin shows on its lover’s pink lips)

love is touch. (mouth to mouth in rusty cruisers, hands to hands underneath a café table, chest to chest and heart to heart on cool basement floors)

love is sound. (laughter rings through the air, song floats from a cassette tape, breath meets breath under the sheets)

love is smell. (perfume inhaled while cuddled on couches, fresh bouquets of roses whose scent is still strong, smoke from a cigarette wafts from person to person)

love is taste. (blood from bitten lips is exchanged in a forbidden dance, teeth to sweat-soaked shoulder, two people who would rather lick each other than any small town ice cream cone)

and love is sacrifice. (bruised knuckles from fights in the other’s name, secrets shared only dark corners or hidden alleys, the “we’re just friends” and “i have a fiancée”)

 

love is what noel gruber feels for misha bachynskyi, and what misha bachynskyi feels for noel gruber.

love is what the rose feels for it’s sunflower, and what the sunflower feels for it’s rose.

Notes:

thank you for reading my self indulgent little drabble. it was originally for june day day one, but i quickly fell behind in doing those prompts and decided to post the things i did write separately.

- penny s. 🌷