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There was always something about the air after midnight, something about the freshness that was always there even in a city like New York. Something about it that seemed to bite at your face, eyes that were once tired at the hour finding comfort in the coolness around, and your hands search for warmth in your pockets. Normally Lucas would be thinking about the way the stars couldn’t be seen with the light, or the way that the pavement looked under his feet as he walked. But tonight, he only had one thing on his mind. Gabe. He’d ran right to his house, the whole way his mind practicing the words he was going to say as he walked in the door. He could see it in his mind, storming in to find a tired Gabe standing clad in his boxers as he referenced he video. He could hear the words he was going to speak, he imagined the way the blonde boy would feel in his arms as he pulled him into a kiss. He could imagine the way he touched him, the way he’d feel beneath his cool fingertips, the way he would touch his flushed face. All of it seemed to be a scene played in his head so many times, he was certain the moment he stormed though Gabe’s door that was the way it was going to be.

He was so very sure that as he walked through the tiled apartment, finding Gabe standing on guard at the noise, he was going to say it. I know. It’s me. The video’s about me. But while he caught his breath, just staring at the boy in front of him who stared right back, Lucas realised that speaking those words would be admitting it. Admitting everything. That he watched his blog, that he knew who he was before. Admitting that he was Olsen. It meant telling Gabe everything in that moment. And just like that, all the build up, all the jitters that Lucas danced with moments ago crashed. Instead three different words left his mouth in a mumble, “I couldn’t sleep.” 

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Four different things they should have said to your muse, but never managed to

"Somedays I think about telling you about Olsen, sometimes I think maybe it’ll all be okay. But it scares me, because what if it’s not, what if it’s never okay that that person is who I am, that I know who you are.”“I love your hair when it’s curly, it’s got so much life to it. It makes it look like you’re full of so much more life.”“I’m sorry this is what I’m like, I’m sorry I’m scared of everything and I’m sorry I pretend not to be. I’m sorry about all of this.”“I worried you killed yourself for those two months, I worried you were dead, or did something stupid. I still worry about what happened, all I wanted to do was ask. But then I worried I’d scare you off.”

First three things they ever noticed about your muse

His god damn accent, like come on.His hair looked like a tumble weedLIKE WHAT EVEN IS THAT ACCENT?!?!

Two things your muse does that pisses them off

Sometimes he doesn’t do what he wants, he worries too much, but Lucas doesn’t know what he worries about.He thinks too less of himself, he really shouldn’t/

One thing they have always wanted to do with your muse

Two years in retrospect to your entire life never did seem like a long time, it was hardly a fraction of the time you were going to spend wandering the earth. But for Lucas, it had been two years since he’d had to say goodbye to someone, two years since he had lost anyone important to him. Even if they weren’t the closest of friends, in two years he had allowed himself to fall into the false sense of security that he wouldn’t have to say goodbye to someone again. And the worst part was it wasn’t until they were already gone that he realised. It wasn’t until later that the boy realised just how much he needed company, and worst of all he wasn’t sure where to go. Or more or less, wasn’t sure where he could go that someone wouldn’t ask.

“Gabe!” His hands were shaking slightly as he knocked on the door, and he couldn’t quite find himself standing still as he called out. “Gabe, do you have your license? I want to go on a drive.”

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Anime -La Danse