#ipv tw

Thank you @helluvagirlboss for tagging me! I’m gonna submit a little bit of my WIP inspired by @blitzwhore’s “You’re Perfect (And Everything Inbetween).

I still have some stuff to chew on regarding Stolas’ and Chaz’s relationship before Stolas leaves, but trust. He will leave.

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Chaz grabbed the nearest vase and chucked it at Stolas’ head. Stolas quickly dodged, staring in horror while the glass hit the wall and shattered, spraying glass and water everywhere. His beautiful red roses fell unceremoniously onto the linoleum floor.

He gawked at the broken glass and the wet spot on the ground, Chaz’s screaming fading away while his ears started ringing. They rang and rang and rang, the fear rising with every passing moment until his survival instincts finally kicked him in the ass.

He didn’t make the decision to run. He wasn’t even aware he was running until he was out his front door. He did not have the good sense to bring his jacket or his keys. He just ran. Sprinted, actually. Past the bus stop and the convenience store and concerned onlookers, all the way to the subway station, where he finally skidded to a stop and rested his palms on his knees, panting wildly while he trembled. He whimpered and rubbed his eyes before he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

Did that just happen? Did Chaz really just throw a vase at him? There were no justifications in his mind for Chaz’s poor behavior, this time. No amount of telling himself that better communication and setting boundaries and micromanaging his own emotions would change what just happened. Chaz threw a vase at him.

Past the subway station was a small bar painted in white with an unassuming name in all lower case letters. It looked quiet enough that he could slip in, drink himself into a stupor, and try to forget narrowly avoiding becoming a pin cushion for pieces of a broken vase. He shivered and hugged himself tightly before slowly making his way inside.

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Living, a parallel version of his life.

One missing something so important, so wonderful, while by the other something different had been found. Special.

It’s work, to fit these two realities into one mind sometimes. Two versions of himself. One of them screaming in his chest, calling in the night,

crying out for a loss the other didn’t know,

…As he started to fall, in love?

With, a boy.

A nice boy, from the skate park. How come he’d never noticed him before? Hadn’t seemed to make sense to Gabriel, as he watched those wide brown eyes light up.

A handsome face, the flush of embarrassment from his friends cheering him on behind because he’d plucked up the nerve.

The delight of watching Theo, burst with excitement at the prospect of meeting an Asgardian. Listening to him explain the plot of Star Wars, and his thoughts on neural networks.

In this room, they played video games while Gabriel tested the waters with a brush of his hand, until they were closer, until he got to test the soft warmth of his lips the way he’d been wanting to.

Like sparks crackling through the air, the whole house seemed to react.

Gabe swallowed, his hand absently touched his neck, feeling the soreness of a red bruise deepening in color.

Where did you go?

There was a version of him, somewhere, maybe, as alive as he was horrified to feel those lips against his one more time..

The electricity no longer in the air but humming through the veins, wrapping around the heart until..

Until every version of Gabriel falls away to darkness, to the echo of an empty subway platform. A train to leave on. And then, he was back.

He’s Gabe, still.

But Theo..

you’re really gone, aren’t you? Whoever that boy had been, with the kind eyes and gentle care and loud laugh. he’s dead.

Gabe hunched forward in a cough, clearing his raw throat.

you’re not him. you were right

tw: dv/ipv (all sorts of abuse, sa), idk why i’m posting this