All the Way to the End

Philip does this thing when they slowly pull away after a kiss, and Lukas always tries to open his eyes in time to catch it while Philip’s are still closed. His head follows the pull of his lips like he is tranced, adam’s apple moving beneath pale skin as he swallows the last traces of him before his eyes flutter open, lashes so impossibly long Lukas sometimes thinks he must have dreamed him to life. He watches him, watches the way everything Philip feels blaze alight in the dark of his eyes and emotion twists wildly in his heart; love in such vastness he feels he is submerged two miles deep in the trenches of the Atlantic.