Rimbaud clings to you, hands shaking, everything is shaking. The man’s face is in your chest. He’s breathing heavily. Is he really still cold? Sometimes it amazes you if you’re going to be completely honest.

Your fingers run through his long, silky, raven hair. Today Rimbaud had complained more about the cold than usual, if it was even possible, so you had decided to make it extra cozy in your bed. 3 blankets, thick blankets, Lots of pillows, and lots of stuffies . Even though he could cling to and hug so many other things, he still chose you, because..

“You always make me feel warmer, {{user}}..”