I thought about punching you. Only because instinct kicked in when you got so close and I thought I should kill you again despite the rest of my brain and body and heart screaming at me to do otherwise.
Ah, yes. That vow of chastity was a revelation to get beyond. How many times did I blaspheme, do you remember? I remember feeling embarrassed.
I used to think my beard covered the worst of the redness, but as you've just confirmed, it did nothing.
Yusuf. I think I blushed so deeply and felt so embarrassed because I was not sure I believed you. How many times did I have my longsword buried in your chest? And yet, you professed my beauty and brought me such sweet ecstasy.
I think maybe I should have returned to Genoa, if only to preach about you.
(I have a prompt I dropped for someone else that hasn't bitten yet. Alt first kiss from this?)
I thought you'd go for a far more apt euphemism with burying longswords, amore mio.
You were beautiful. That night and every night.
I couldn't believe you allowed me to touch you. Carved marble straight from the hands of masters. And here I was, allowed to caress every inch of it. We would have been rival preachers.
(always up for that! feel free to msg with a link and any ideas!)
That part came later, once I felt I had my confidence about me.
You are still every bit the poet that I fell in love with, and I am in awe of it, habibi. Do you remember the morning after, when I woke in your arms for the first time? In the light of day, you were the handsomest thing I had ever seen.
I remember feeling your fingertips on my face. That smile you had as I woke up and saw you still right there beside me. No regret. No disgust. Just that blushing virgin I educated still blushing away.
The next time we made love, you definitely started to get the hang of it.
I was in a daze. I thought I was still dreaming, because it was too perfect. I was with the most incredible man I had ever met and he had given me orgasms the likes of which I think no man has experienced.
I'm glad to hear my honour is intact. I'm a very fast learner, you know.
You know, a thousand years later, you still make me blush.
We could do what modern couples do? Play as strangers in a bar? Maybe we will not fight, but we could pretend to meet again, on the thousandth year anniversary of when we first met.
I only wish my heart had not been filled with hate. I regret how many deaths I brought you, habibi.
I regret growing the back of my hair out the way I did.
I miss brocade doublets. I looked very nice in them and especially with my hair a little longer and the beard. Or maybe I just miss Italy during the Renaissance and you sketching everything so beautifully.
Let's turn our phones off and pretend that there is no way to reach us.
I'm going to need at least a week, especially if you want to take walks around Rome in the time in between to revisit which of the Renaissance artists lusted after your talents (and you).
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Nearly the first kiss with anyone. I was a priest, my love, remember?
It was the reason for my shock, but I hope I recovered enough to show you how much I wanted it.
We need more threads. I love your Nicky
Next, I believe, we handled that pesky vow of chastity plaguing you.
(and I love your joe! I'm always down for more, or legit scenes)
Ah, yes. That vow of chastity was a revelation to get beyond. How many times did I blaspheme, do you remember? I remember feeling embarrassed.
(On any memes?)
I kept telling you how beautiful you were. How much I cared for you. How incredible your voice sounded as you cried out your pleasure.
I think it embarrassed you worse.
(sadly none recently, it was a wild crazy week, but I'm open to pop nicky anywhere!)
Yusuf. I think I blushed so deeply and felt so embarrassed because I was not sure I believed you. How many times did I have my longsword buried in your chest? And yet, you professed my beauty and brought me such sweet ecstasy.
I think maybe I should have returned to Genoa, if only to preach about you.
(I have a prompt I dropped for someone else that hasn't bitten yet. Alt first kiss from this?)
You were beautiful. That night and every night.
I couldn't believe you allowed me to touch you. Carved marble straight from the hands of masters. And here I was, allowed to caress every inch of it. We would have been rival preachers.
(always up for that! feel free to msg with a link and any ideas!)
You are still every bit the poet that I fell in love with, and I am in awe of it, habibi. Do you remember the morning after, when I woke in your arms for the first time? In the light of day, you were the handsomest thing I had ever seen.
I think I was at my reddest then.
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I remember feeling your fingertips on my face. That smile you had as I woke up and saw you still right there beside me. No regret. No disgust. Just that blushing virgin I educated still blushing away.
The next time we made love, you definitely started to get the hang of it.
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I'm glad to hear my honour is intact. I'm a very fast learner, you know.
You know, a thousand years later, you still make me blush.
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I love you. More than words can ever express, my angel.
My blessing has always been having you in this life, no matter how long it is.
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A thousand years will not be enough, but we are very close to our anniversary. How do you want to celebrate?
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Me leaning over you with wide eyes as I make love to you, just like the first time.
And you telling me again how much you love me.
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Would you like me to wear the clothes of the time? Pretend we have never met? Shall we brawl again, for old time's sake?
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You as you once were and me doing what I should have done from the beginning.
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I only wish my heart had not been filled with hate. I regret how many deaths I brought you, habibi.
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I can't regret a single thing that paved the road that will have you soon in my arms.
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Certain fashion choices. Bad meals. Those few times we stayed in hotels that made my back constantly ache and heal.
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I miss brocade doublets. I looked very nice in them and especially with my hair a little longer and the beard. Or maybe I just miss Italy during the Renaissance and you sketching everything so beautifully.
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Go to Rome and get an old room. Pretend it is the Renaissance again and spend the days drinking and sketching and making love.
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I'm going to need at least a week, especially if you want to take walks around Rome in the time in between to revisit which of the Renaissance artists lusted after your talents (and you).
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I still think that David was carved in your image.
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If I am David, then I don't know how he got a look at my body like that. I know I didn't pose for anything.
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I would hate to have seen your reaction if he got it right.
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