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the whole damn sky holds its breath.

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hey i made a new indie so if you want you can follow me over @kidsvicious. that’s where i’m gonna be.
im actually gonna remake my account lol
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tonight was supposed to be a night that eased keeton’s mind, but to his dismay it’s been filled to the brim with people coming up to him and asking for pictures and autographs. truth be told, keeton doesn’t mind it. being able to make someone’s day was the highlight of doing what he does, so he never says no unless completely needed. but right now, he felt a tad DEFLATED. his mind felt like it could ooze from his ears at any moment. after taking another picture, keeton reaches out towards a quiet man at the bar he’s been eyeing as his escape for the last hour. ❛ thanks for all the loves, guy, but i’ve gotta get back to my friend now. thanks again ! have a good night. ❜ with that, the fans respect his wishes and back off and keeton plops down onto a stool next to the stranger. ❛ sorry, i had to get out of there somehow and you’re the only person in here who HASN’T recognize me, so. ❜ keeton clears his throat, reaching his hand upwards into his own hair. ❛ i’m keeton. ❜ then he turns to the bartender, ❛ whiskey on the rocks. ❜
Boredom. Boredom is essentially one of the most negative forces on Earth, at least for Sejin; he loathes the feeling of stagnancy, of running in place, of not doing anything and not moving forward. It makes his mind wander to places he does not want to visit, and it makes his heart race, his stomach twist. He sits at the bar of this shitty party he doesn’t particularly want to be at, his hand cupping his face and his lips pouted out just slightly, appearing for all the world to be utterly disinterested with everything, which honestly might be the truth of it. The drink he’s got in front of him is mostly gone, and he’s a bit tipsy, a bit pensive. Maybe he gets too existential. Maybe he gets too dark. Either way, the path of his thoughts is abruptly cut off by the voice of a man who has approached him, sitting next to him at the bar. He doesn’t particularly want to deal with people, but at least it’ll help him to not have to deal with himself. That’s what matters. Processing what he says takes a while; Sejin recognizes him, but not in any sense that particularly matters. He’s long since lost the starstruck phase of meeting people who are famous. “I recognize you, Keeton --- I just don’t care.” His voice is dry in the way that he answers, not intended to be mean, but perhaps coming off as it nonetheless. He licks his lips, hand shifting to fiddle with his lip piercing. Sejin has an oral fixation. He can’t help it. “You could at least buy me a drink for being your cover.” It’s obvious that he hasn’t introduced himself in return.

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you’re a little more clear with this wine in my head and it colors my tongue as if your lipstick has run. @inhalcyon .
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It’s late. Late enough that the only illumination is that which floods in from the city, floor to ceiling windows perfect gateways for the thousands of sparkling lights. Kai fancies they could be stars, sometimes, when he’s feeling as whimsical as he used to be; when he’s not being crushed beneath the burden of his own decisions, and the bed that he’s made for himself to lie in. There’s something to be said about the way the night makes him feel, soft before the dawn breaks and floods him with warmth. When the whole world holds its breath, and although he knows that the collective body of who they are will have to exhale eventually, it sort of feels like it might last forever.
This sort of feels like it could last forever, when it’s like him. Them.
“If you were going to write us into a scene --- you’re an actor, not a writer, I know, but just humor me here --- then what would I do next?” For all intents and purposes, it seems as if Kai is asking this of his own invisible reflection. There are no lights on inside of his penthouse, a shadow to the world that’s more or less faded out from the reality that surrounds him, just the way that he needs. Just enough so that the only thing left in it --- an angel in soft sheets with softer skin, bare, bare --- that feels solid is Henry. Of course, Kai isn’t touching him right now for that grounding, and his head spins a bit, making him dizzy with possibilities as he brings a hand up, splaying elegant fingers over the cold glass.
Naked for days. They haven’t left in days. Two, maybe three, not that he can remember anymore. Sometimes he gets lost in the things that they are when they come back together, and oh, it’s been a long, long time since they were in London together. It feels simultaneously like home and like he’s homesick, just out of reach, always in his peripheral, never quite; when he casts his gaze over his shoulder to see Henry’s shape in the dark, he’s abruptly standing in his childhood bedroom. Or at least it feels that way.
God, goddess, deity of unknown origin --- it doesn’t really matter. He worships at his altar nonetheless. A distinct pull rips him down the line, and Kai turns himself away from the window now so that he can face him instead, devastatingly stunning in his bed, even when he can’t see him properly. He wonders if he should talk about everything he’s ignoring to be here with him. He wonders if they should talk about everything they’re ignoring, rolling over each other and into each other and pretending. Pretending that Kai’s bruises are the only ones that stay on his skin. Pretending that he’s promised to be the only one to stay, even when he never has. See, his mind is already wandering. His thoughts are already getting away. He needs to be tethered back down again.
So, he moves for it. Begs for it in the way that he climbs onto the edge of the bed, and the way that he sits there on his knees and looks at him and thinks, okay, shit. Wow. “Make it a cliché.”
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15) things you said with too many miles between us
things you said with too many miles between us: things i said to your inactive twitter account.
MARCH 5TH 2016
› @LIKEPRAYING: i know you› @DAXTONROSE: do you REALLY tho?› @LIKEPRAYING: i think i do, a bit› @LIKEPRAYING: perhaps i could afford to lern more› @LIKEPRAYING: *learn› @DAXTONROSE: what if you don’t like what you learn› @LIKEPRAYING: what if i like it very much› @DAXTONROSE: okay touche…….› @DAXTONROSE: i feel like you hold the entire universe inside you› @LIKEPRAYING: maybe that’s why i can’t think most of the time
MARCH 8TH 2016
› @LIKEPRAYING: i’ve been thinking about why i’m not thinking. so there’s an oxymoron for you› @LIKEPRAYING: anyway, it’s not because i hold anything or have anything or am anything. it’s because i’m losing everything and that’s what i chose, i guess, and i don’t want to think about why or how or if i can fix the part that’s breaking or broken› @LIKEPRAYING: or if i could ever put that on someone again
MARCH 10TH 2016
› @LIKEPRAYING: i started thinking about breathing twenty minutes ago and i’ve had that weird feeling of consciously timing my own breaths since then. sometimes i need to
MARCH 11TH 2016
› @LIKEPRAYING: 🌸🌸🌸
JUNE 26TH 2018
› @LIKEPRAYING: life just fucking moved me

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