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Patrick’s cheeks flush red as love radiates from the very pit of him. The way Pete’s illuminated by the burning embers of orange and the soft, glowing yellow of the sunset, bare feet in the grass, still wet from the rain shower they’d recklessly danced in moments before, makes Patrick feel eternal, ethereal.
They flop down on the lush, green grass, out of breath and laughing like children. Pete rolls on his side and catches that familiar shine in Patrick’s baby blues and knows he’s whole, so perfectly complete. He reaches out and brushes his fingertips across the underside of Patrick’s jaw, running over a fading mark he’d left the night before, soft indigo on blushed skin, serving as a blissful reminder of their constant connection.
They belong together, to one another. It was always meant to be this way.
Pete’s free hand reaches in the space between them, carefully plucking up a little flower, the prettiest shade of violet. With a gentle hand, Pete sets the flower behind Patrick’s ear, resting just above the arm of his glasses. They trade smiles.
Grey skies above, the threat of more rain to come, the two see nothing but color reflected in the other’s eyes. Storm clouds may gather but they bring forth the promise of rainbows, of something bright and beautiful, once the darkness passes.