Professor Nick Cutter (
itsananomaly) wrote2024-01-23 03:36 pm
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MHA #13 - Tuesday Morning
Cutter and Connor had another check in with Becker that morning so they were up early as usual, they were finishing up their breakfast , at the moment they blissfully unaware that there was anything out of the ordinary happening that day, even though Cutter did find himself humming a fair a bit, but he didn’t think anything unusual about that.
“You know I was thinking that maybe later I could try working on the keyboard?” he suggested.
[for the boyfriend but can be open!]
“You know I was thinking that maybe later I could try working on the keyboard?” he suggested.
[for the boyfriend but can be open!]
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But eventually breathing once again became a thing and he reluctantly broke the kiss. He looked at Cutter for a moment then as if on cue the singing started again as he smiled at Nick...
Sweet little words made for silence not talk
Young heart for love not heartache
Dark hair for catching the wind
Not to veil the sight of a cold world
Connor smiled as he stood and tugged Cutter along with him pulling him closer as he started moving towards the keyboard as he kept singing.
Kiss while your lips are still red
While he's still silent
Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand while the hand's still without a tool
Drown into eyes while they're still blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn...
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First day of love never comes back
A passionate hour's never a wasted one
The violin, the poet's hand
Every thawing heart plays your theme with care
Kiss while your lips are still red
While he's still silent
Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand while the hand's still without a tool
Drown into eyes while they're still blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn
Oh now....
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"Kiss while your lips are still red
While he's still silent
Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled..."
He closed his eyes as he played, lost in the music as he remembered just how much he had loved playing.
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Hold another hand while the hand's still without a tool
Drown into eyes while they're still blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn...
Connor nuzzled the side of Cutter's neck as he continued to play, losing himself in the music and how wonderful it was to be with his boyfriend, the man he loved, like this.
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