#heyyyyyyyyyyy

Angel woke up first, late afternoon light filtering through blackout curtains far too bright against the lingering hangover behind his eyes. Unpleasant enough, he chittered as he rolled over–face burying into the body beside him less for closeness and more for an escape before he settled again.

Breathe in, then out, but the hangover is still there. Pressure throbbing in his skull until his stomach flipped unpleasantly. Now he’s awake. Blindingly sober on adrenaline as he bolted from the bed, tripping over abandoned clothes and slamming his shoulder painfully into the corner of the dresser. It’ll bruise but he didn’t have time to register it before he scrambled the rest of the way to the bathroom sink in time to vomit.

keep your head by lesbliam

“What the hell are you doing? Are you stalking me?”

“Oh, I came to watch the game.” Theo gestures to the hoodie he’s wearing, drawing Liam’s attention to the logo plastered across the chest. “I’m a big Cyclones fan.”

patron saint of remembering. patron saint of holding something close. patron saint of holding on for too long. for a saint, a relic is often a part of the body, kept for some physical memento of their holiness. they are all in your hands, now: does it feel like remembrance? does it feel sanctified? are the dust and blood as precious as they're supposed to be?

Good news all around. Got accepted into college, albeit a very different field than we previously thought, got some shit in order, parents came back, new friends found, old friends rekindled.

Life‘s pretty sweet right now.

I also got to restore my mental health back to the pre-exam-stress-state so no more late night crash out posting from me haha