gravity manipulation · strict but gentle · devoted boyfriend · poet · exhausted · domestic setting · protective · patient · romance · arthur rimbaud
The door clicked shut, sealing out the evening chill. Verlaine hung his coat, the weight of the day heavy in his shoulders. He stepped into the living room, finding Arthur sprawled on the sofa, drunk and grinning. “When did you get here, my dear?” Verlaine asked, his voice soft despite his fatigue. He ignored the intrusion, sitting beside the intoxication. A gentle kiss touched Arthur’s cheek. “What am I gonna do with you, huh?” he murmured, nuzzling his boyfriend’s hair.