mirror blue night

contemplation: if you could wake up one morning and everything in your life was perfect, what would that look like?

That would be the dream, wouldn’t it? I suppose a big house with my closest friends all living together, paid off of course. Somewhere with lots of land, a great view, and ideally by the ocean with great weather? Maybe in Hawaii? Somewhere that we can all just exist together and be happy.

waning: what is your biggest regret?

Not being a better friend when I was younger, I was a little reckless and all over the place.

constellations: who is someone you could talk to for hours and never stop?

Oh that’s an easy tie between Mina and Moritz, I could talk hours on hours with them, honestly, they probably have told me to stop talking more times than I can count. 

@wundcrlust​ (slightly canon/in the future who knows hehe)

NOTE: both of these ARE canon, however, one is a flashback. 

[ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand 

He saw it on her face, the way her smile fell, the fear hidden in her usually bright eyes. Someone was in the area that caused a major change in her demeanor, making him almost on edge as he looked over his shoulder to see a guy looking right at them. It had to be something to do with her ex-husband, he could tell in the way she shrank into herself almost, so he straightened his shoulders up to be strong for her and reached across the table to hold her hand. Something in him almost protective as he looked over her face, “Hey, look at me, look right at me....not at him.” Melchior said softly, thumb swiping over the top of her hand with a slow smile to try and reassure her that he was right there, “If you want to go somewhere else, I’ll grab the tab right now and we can go wherever you want.” Squeezing her hand, he ducked his head a bit to catch her gaze, finally having it, he breathed out softly, “I’ve got you, Anna.”

galaxies: what are three things you want to do before you die?

“help donate/raise more awareness for mental health and trauma for young kids, climb mt. everest, and start a family.”

11-11:what's something you want, but feel like you will never have?

“a good relationship with my father, eh probably something like one of those hoverboards? i feel like i’ve always wanted one although, i know it’s a recipe for disaster.”

soothe:what's one thing that always makes you feel better when you're upset?

“that’s easy, my friends, moritz, mina, chrissa, and ernst always seem to be able to pick me up with my down.”

[ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring ( melchior x spot )

Work was done for the day, and as Melchior went to lock up the front door of the office, he was more than happy to get the hell out of here. He loved his job, really he did, but nothing was better than going home and leaving the emotions at the door. Slipping the keys into his slack pockets, he turned to see someone on the sidewalk staring him down, a brow-raising a bit because...he looked familiar. It was hard to pinpoint him exactly, but the tattoos and intense gaze wasn't missed, and then it connected, he was a friend of Davey’s. His hand raised a bit, waving albeit a little awkward as he walked down the steps, “Uh, hey man....” He didn’t remember his name, and he looked around a little curious before getting back on the boy, “Did you need something?”

[ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring ( melchior x chrissa )

Typing away at this keyboard, Melchior pinched his thumb and index on the bridge of his nose, this contract for this client was giving him a downright headache. Most days, his job was so satisfying, and others it stressed him out to headaches upon headaches. Today was the latter of the two, and he sighed as he closed his laptop, only to see Chrissa staring at him. It was hard to read their expression, concern or admiration, maybe a mixture of the two as he pushed up onto his feet, “I’m fine, I promise.” He murmured, padding across the floor of his spacious apartment to where they were perched on his couch, offering a small smile even if it didn’t light up his whole face while he crawled onto the spot beside them. “You don’t need to worry, I’ll be alright.” Melchior murmured, head falling into their lap, comfortable and safe as he glanced up to them, “Want to watch a movie...or something?” His brow raised a bit as he brushed his hand along their arm absentmindedly.

"You needed a hug." ( melchior x claude )

It had been a rather hectic day, apparently, there were still some boxes to unpack of his father’s when he went over to his mother’s place, found in the back of her garage. Anything to do with his father had him a bit on edge, and frankly just drained him of all energy, so as he met up with Claude afterwards to just get some air and maybe get a little bit blazed...it was like the boy knew right away that his day was less than stellar. As arms wrapped around him, Melchior pressed closer and held him there a little longer than normal, happy the boy didn’t move until he let go. “Yeah, I did....it’s been an interesting day.” Pausing, he sighed as he squeezed Claude’s arm with a small smile, “But being with you makes it better.”

a kiss along the curve of the spine [ melchior x mina ]

It was a rare and sunny day in London, Melchior didn’t even know days like this existed but he wanted to take every second of it and enjoy it. Moritz was busy with some shoots, so it was just him and Mina today, taking a dip in the closest lake that Melchior could track down. “C’mon slowpoke!” He called back to her as he ran through the grass, already yanking his shirt over his head, it was almost like they were kids again. Laughing as he took a dip in, the cool water refreshing his warm and tanned skin, fingers combing through damp locks before she had joined. It was peaceful, floating beside each other, playing and splashing through the water, and as the sun began to set he laid out some towels on the dock. 

All alone as the moon began to make it’s appearance, he watched as Mina had rolled onto her stomach, and it wasn’t surprising that they had smoked as they always seemed to do. His finger absentmindedly traced down the length of her back, slowly as he watched the way the water still made her skin glisten in the golden glow of the sun falling in the sky. “You’re so beautiful.” Melchior whispered, unchecked as he bit his lips, sparkling blue eyes trailing along the girl who he had desired since he was a boy. All these years and the beauty never seemed to fade, and he slowly scooted towards her, leaning forward as his lips pressed against her bare skin along the curve of her spine, “So beautiful.” He whispered, and he paused before laughing a little under his breath and burying his head into the back of her neck, “Sorry, I just....you are.”

[ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s

[ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger 

They were just boys, back in their hometown everything felt so heavy, the world felt like it was suffocating them most days but when it was just the two of them...it was like nothing else really mattered. They could be whatever they wanted to be, whoever they dreamed of, so big and tall and untouchable by the demons haunting the streets. Sitting in Melchior’s room, he let out a laugh as he beat his friend in another game of checkers, “I told you, it’s a lost cause, I’m always going to win.” The fifteen-year-old said, which only led to them roughhousing as it always did, although this time as Moritz’s fell on top of him, Melchior felt his breath hitch in his throat. Foreheads pressed together, the boy reached up to brush his best friend’s lengthy hair out of the way, gaze softening as something in the pit of his stomach churned. Not that the moment could be savored for long until the bedroom door swung open, his father already yelling, “You boys are being too loud-” He began before seeing the scene in front of him, although the two boys were already scurrying to their feet.

He knew what was coming, the way his father’s hand raised in frustration, and Melchior was quick to grab Moritz and pull him away and stand in front of him in defense. The boy didn’t remember much, either he blacked it out or the pain was a little too much to reflect on, but one thing was certain and that was Melchior begging his friend to leave as fast as he could, “Go!” He said before he slammed the door as he shoved Moritz out, leaving him and his father to deal with this in private.

[ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance 

He could see the frustration in his friend’s eyes, not out of anger, but out of defeat as he tried to figure something out but just couldn’t get the hang of it. It broke his heart to see Ernst struggle like this, to get so run down because of things he couldn’t control. As he watched the boy toss the project they were doing onto the ground, Melchior knew he was about to break down, he’d seen it before and he moved towards him as a hand rested on his shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay, we can take a break.” The therapist said with a gentle smile, hands moving to assure him in ASL before sighing and pulling him closer, his hand now coming up to cup the back of the boy’s head to cradle him and keep him close. He would never understand what Ernst had to go through on a daily basis, the troubles he had to deal with being deaf, but all he could do was continuously show the boy that he was here. That he would always be here and would always be on his side, no matter what.

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“I don’t know who that is,” Cady admitted sadly, still thinking about her predicament. Melchior was right. Maybe she gave her heart away too easily sometimes. But more times than not, Cady found she had pretty rewarding friendships. Of course, she sometimes got her heartbroken as well. “Just made out? Mechior, I’m surprised at you.” Cady teased, a small smile returning to her face. “Well behaved? Who are you and what have you done with my friend.” She’d never met someone as relaxed about sex as Melchior Gabor. Cady found herself wishing she could be as low key as he was sometimes instead of all high strung like some sexually frustrated prairie dog. “Well behaved how?” She asked curiously. “Do you call them after now?”

HE FEELS HIS JAW DROP, “excuse me, you don’t know carol baskin? have you not seen tiger king, it’s like, the biggest documentary series. although, you’d probably get pissed, it’s about exotic cat owners in america and the places that they live in.” melchior explained, shaking his head as he thought over all the bad things, knowing it would probably make the girl go crazy. chuckling at the way she called him out, he shrugged a bit as he looked at her, “he was fucked up, probably not the best idea to go off and have sex with a stranger.” he pointed out before sighing, leaning back on his palms, smirking a bit as he shrugged, “look, i’m gonna keep it real and don’t freak out but, i haven’t had sex in over a month....almost two months.” the therapist admitted with a little bit of shock on his face he realized it was almost two months, it was unlike him to go for so long. “for the record, unlike your jd guy, i let people know straight up how i feel before and after i have sex.” melchior informed her with a smile, nudging her as he fell back onto her bed.

“ we, huh ? so i guess i’ll be seeing you in hell ? ” she grinned wickedly, “ though i don’t think you’re a hell kinda guy. ” she knew a little about his lack of faith and beliefs, but anna didn’t really have any sort of opinion on it all. “ not a fan, an admirer i think is more appropriate, given they were both so fit. ” even in the embrace, anna glanced up to him, leaning back to grasp his wrists, wiggling his arms playfully. “ you need to get rid of all this tension ! how are you doing anything ? ” she asked, an incredulous expression written over her features as she did so. “ what do you mean, ‘ and that’s coming from me ’ ? ” a note of genuine curiosity was entwined in her voice. she couldn’t quite work out whether it was a good or a bad thing, once more. melchior was like an oracle, she constantly found herself surprised by things he’d said. the kiss pressed to her forehead was so soft and sweet, she leaned into it for a long moment. even with her best friends, anna was never affectionate. she was a touchy person, yes, but affection such as this was rare in itself, and it made her feel warm and wanted, a feeling she didn’t feel often at all. her hands slowly adorning his back in a gentle motions before he stepped back. believing anything kind about her was something she couldn’t quite take on board. “ qu'est-ce que vous avez dit ?! ” she questioned, rolling her eyes as she moved the rehearsal attire into the washing bin to one side, stepping and standing on her bed with her hands on her waist. “ you are absolutely correct. filthy, even. ”