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Jack swallowed laboriously, appraising the weight of the skull that had been offered so humbly, so fully, and solely to him. Yes, this was his—not Miranda’s, not anyone else’s. He cradled it against his chest, feeling each imperfection in Oswald's scalp, the slight dampness of his hair, the long lashes of his closed eyelids, the cracks of his soft lips, his discreet dimples. Jack committed it all to memory. Only then, he lifted his friend’s head in front of his own, which made Oswald lose balance and open his eyes and—he was his, they were still alive, Jack thought frantically, and roughly kissed him. The night before the Tragedy, Jack Vessalius’ steps lead him to his best friend.

Fics like There is a bird in my mouth (I reach to clasp your face, but have lost both my hands)

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