// blind faith //

//

Just close your eyes, he hears Chris whisper bare moments before taking those final two steps past safe and right into vulnerable. Close your eyes and listen for me.

JC stands alone on the darkened stage with eyes closed, silver threading through the indigo in his head. Tiny flickers, there and gone again just as quickly.

And so he waits. Waits and breathes, until the flickers change, become slowly-spinning strands of pure, bright colour, slipping along his veins with the gentle swell of the music.

I can hear you, JC says softly, opens his eyes and starts to sing.

//

- for chrismm

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