La vie est une fleur dont l’amour est le miel.

“Preposterous! I am just fine, also, I am hardly ever ‘highly-strung’ as you so say,” Arthur rolled his eyes, indeed taking another drag, “I love my students, I do, but some of them are just-”

“A handful? ” He supplied with a chuckle before pulling out a cigarette of his own and bringing it to his lips. “ Teenagers generally are, then you add being demi-gods on top of that– at least there’s never a dull moment.”  

Dance, Dance

     A small blush spread across his cheeks, something Newt hoped Thomas couldn’t see in the light. It was still new, still caused butterflies to flutter around in his stomach, and the older boy still hadn’t gotten used to the brunette’s touches and compliments. Yet, it was still nice, and he wasn’t sure if he ever did want to get used to it. “I do have fun. I don’t know why people constantly say that I don’t. Just because I make sure that fun doesn’t go overboard doesn’t mean I don’t have my own,” he grumbled, sighing a bit towards the end. However, his smile never really faultered, even grew a bit at Thomas’s words. “I like it when you kiss me.”

         Thomas couldn’t help but chuckle at the boy in front of him, not because he found what Newt was saying particularly funny, but because of the hint of pink he could see dusting Newt’s cheeks in the dim lighting. He smiled and shook his head, “ I know that you’re capable of having fun, but you should just let loose for a day, put yourself before everyone else for once. He leaned in close and placed a kiss on Newt’s cheeks before before speaking. “ That’s good because it’s going to start happening a lot more often.” The brunet once again brought his lips to Newt’s, with a bit more heat this time, but pulled away as to not draw too much attention. 

Dance, Dance

      “As do I..” he mutters, pressing his forehead against his partners. Newt would have loved to just sit around and do nothing but drink and dance, but if they wanted to stay alive they couldn’t. Things had to be done to keep the Glade going, and sometime people had to put their personal wishes aside for the greater good of the many. Yet, being with Thomas.. it was like you could do both. One could still have a piece of themselves, the piece that was full of light and joy, while still feeling strong enough to whole the whole Glade on their shoulders. “But you know how it is.. We’ll be stuck here forever if we just sat around and partied all night.”

         He let out a breathy sigh; he knew Newt was right. They couldn't just act like nothing was wrong and lay back while the Glade collapsed around them. "I know, but that doesn't mean you have to be on high alert all the time. You know it wouldn't bring life as we know it to a screeching halt if you had some fun every once in awhile." He kissed Newt gently on the lips, " I like it when you smile."

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Dance, Dance

     Honestly, it really wasn’t that bad. Thomas’s hands on his own, the soft music and gently swaying, his smile.. It felt like a dream, and Newt didn’t want to wake up anytime soon. “I suppose.. It could be worse, and we haven’t stepped on each other yet,” he shrugged, but added a small smile at the end. Slowly, arms reached around Thomas and pulled him closer.

      Thomas chuckled lightly, “Well, the night is still young~.” he teased. He hardly ever got to see the blond let down like this, but it was oddly comforting. He liked the way Newt was smiling at him, the way the gentle curve of his lips illuminated his features, Thomas was fairly certain he’d never grow tired of that image. When he felt Newt pull him close he felt warmer… like maybe like maybe things weren’t always as bad as they seemed, like maybe there was hope for them yet. He moved his hands to rest on the older teen’s back. ” I wish thing could be like this more often.” He says softly.