Apr 28, 2013
fic rec(verse)
generator first floor
No one important has ever lived here.
In the morning, the high ceiling makes him say, let’s pretend that people lived here.
Harry is pouring cocoa puffs into his cereal and he doesn’t look up from his bowl.
People did live here.
Yes well. Yeah. Louis leans against the window, arms crossed over his chest, the glass cold against his temple. He can see the reflection of one of his eyes staring back at him.
That’s not exactly what I meant.
starring
danse flat
(listened to this while reading and it broke my heart)
