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creelson

just like a lamb, i'll trust you in the still heat // sucking the finger of the butcher who'll kill me

cattonquick

"if I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more..." an excerpt from my upcoming @bigbangharringrove regency au fic moonflower, mine with a focus on the second pairing (my girls), cunningway

“I assume your dancing is better than your brother’s?” Chrissy asks with a small smirk, which Max gives her own impish smile at with a nod.

“My close friend, Miss Jane Hopper, and I have been practicing for quite some time.”

Billy recalls the giggles and chatter all through their home for the last few years, ever since Jane had arrived in the countryside with her father. The girls have been close friends since then and Billy’s happy for it.

“That’s lovely,” Chrissy says with a warm smile, her light eyes flicking over to Heather, “A friendship with your fellow woman is unlike anything else.”

Heather’s returned smile to her close friend is a soft thing, so unlike anything Billy’s ever seen her give a gentleman. He knows of their friendship and just how much deeper it is than that; he believes the two girls to be bound by their souls. He’s watched first-hand how they used to dance around one other, clumsy and skittish and eager. He remembers the first time Heather told him that she’d kissed Chrissy, whose lips were like milk and honey in the spring.

He is beyond happy for them, truly. And he is always happy to see couples in love, if they get the privilege to be. At his age, Billy has long since abandoned the idea that love would one day find him.

he needs me he needs me he needs me

“all at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other; hopelessly, I should add, because that frenzy of mutual possession might have been assuaged only by our actually imbibing and assimilating every particle of each other's soul and flesh” // kurt keeps billy safe and loved - by any means necessary

“In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.

And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.” - Albert Camus

Billy Hargrove + Buttercup Harrington = Besties 🤍

cunningway 🤍❣️