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Caterpillar: Our characters are high.

it isn’t his usual distraction. there’s usually a lot more pills, downed in a rush as he tries to make it on time to class. it’s never been like this. 

There’s a cloud of smoke in their room and they’re sprawled on their beds, an awkward dip between them from where they’ve pushed the furniture together. Neither of them seem to notice, rather Luke is staring at the cracks in the ceiling and Tony is staring at him. There’s a faint buzzing in his ears as he reaches over to steal the joint from between Luke’s lips with a grin. “now now Benny, you’re meant to share.” his tone is light and teasing. Antonio isn’t one for weed, it always gives him a buzz ,but it’s never enough to get him white noise. but laying here with Luke beside him, he’s reaching something else;

and when he recounts the warmth from Luke’s touch the next morning, the sparks on his skin from where their bodies met, and the pounding of his pulse in his ears he’ll blame it on the weed even though he knows it was much more.

Pinocchio: My character lies to yours.

He’s fifteen and caught up in a world he can’t escape- so he doesn’t know why he tries. The apartment Luke and Tony share after the Raid is small. It radiates normal more than anything in his life. It’s untouched by his world. It was his safe haven. Now it’s both of theirs. 

It lures him into a sense of normalcy, and it’s like everything they’d previously done- everything they’d previously been, just melts away. Maybe that’s why he does it. Maybe that’s why he lets the alcohol loosen himself up enough for him to make a move. Maybe that’s why he so eagerly lets himself get sweeped away in a flurry of a kiss.. of a touch… of raven hair and soft eyes, strips of pale skin only visible in the shallow wash of moonlight that pours through the gaps in the blinds of their room. Maybe that’s why he let’s himself hope that his father is wrong, and that even if he is right, Antonio can live happy with this sin they call love.

But his life doesn’t allow for normal; and so he pretends he doesn’t feel a burning rush of pain the next morning when Luke claims not to remember the touches they’d shared. He pretends he doesn’t still feel the echo of Luke’s lips on his skin when the other boy says ‘i don’t remember anything at all.’; And he pretends that his already bruised young heart doesn’t ache from defeat as he answers with a shrug of tense shoulders:

“I don’t remember either,”

Chernabog: My character dominates yours.

There will be finger shaped bruises on his wrists in the morning, a matching set on his hips where they’ll be covered by cloth.

 He doesn’t care. He’s been fighting for control ,but he’s ready to give it up. The marks on his skin remind him he’s fragile and human, the slight ache he feels from them remind him this is real. And when the memories of his father’s punishments creep into his mind as they kiss, the way Luke touches him reminds him that this is all okay; that their love is not a crime and their kisses are not sins for which they’ll be punished. He all too gladly let’s Luke kiss him until he’s dizzy, lets him pin his hands above his head as he tells him not to move, lets his fingers dig into his hips and bruise the skin from the tight grip, let’s Luke hold him as he falls apart. There is pain and there is pleasure. The pleasure makes him drift away on the tides of his mind and the pain brings him back- the fingers digging into his skin anchoring him to the moments he’s been taught never to submit himself too.

And then there’s Luke, running his fingers through Antonio’s hair as they lay together sweat slick and panting. There’s that same smile that made Tony fall for him in the first place and murmurs of sweet nothings in his ear. And then there’s the promise that melds with the discoloured flesh of his wrists, soft spoken and hidden yet expressed in a thousand different ways with a thousand different looks and touches, one that they never need to say but both know.

I’m here, I’m real, I love you.

‘SEND ME A SHIP’ QUESTIONNAIRE; PLATH EDITION:

Who suggests sneaking out past curfew hours?

TONY- there’s nights when his body refuses to sleep and dammit there’s nothing to do in Plath so he shakes Luke awake and drags him away from his bed and into town.

Who gets excited about being nominated for the royal court at dances?

NEITHER- Luke isn’t a fan of being in the spotlight and Tony detests even attending these events let alone having a role in them.

Who gets accused of being the Creeper and who punches the accusers in the face?

LUKE gets accused of being the creeper, he’s quiet and according to the kids in chemistry it makes him a viable candidate for the role of the Creeper- TONY punches the accusers in the face without saying a word.

Who panics and runs to check on the other the second Shit Goes Down?

TONY- he can’t help it. he knows that Luke can take care of himself ,but he’s lost so many people and he can’t lose Luke too.

Who talks the other into parenting a dorm pet together?

LUKE- and as much as Tony wants a vampire bat, he settles for helping Luke look after the hedgehog they found by the road.

Who writes about the other for their poetry assignment in English class?

TONY- he’s been raised jot to say how he really feels, to squash them down and hide them under the chains of his facade ,but the only way he can admit to the world that he feels something that stems far from platonic is through metaphors and rhyming couplets.

Who goes all out for the school event festivities and who gets dragged along?

TONY- he decides that they’ve bot spent enough time shutting themselves away and it’s time for them to act like normal teenagers (even if that means dragging an unwilling Luke onto the dance floor where they both look like idiots, but hey he’s a little bit drunk so why not?)

Who does all of the work on their group projects?

TONY- but only for the classes he actually turns up for.

Who complains to the other about Mr. Kane’s handwriting?

TONY- because ‘what’s the point if going to class when it looks like a toddler attacked the board with a fountain pen?’

Who goes to the other’s house for the holidays?

NEITHER of the have much of a home to return to, so they make their own. 

Who’s willing to sleep with a teacher to bring up the other’s grades?

NEITHER- Tony is (in a word) possessive, and Luke.... well he’s Luke.

Who is more scared for the other’s safety?

LUKE- Tony is reckless and impulsive and too ‘Tony’ for his own good.

Who sends nudes during class?

TONY- in an effort to drag Luke away from math and into his room.

Who gets way too heated in Mr. Michael’s class debates and who calms them down or cheers them on?

TONY- he gets way too invested in whatever point he’s arguing and Luke has to stop him from getting physical with his debate partner.

Who hates the other’s roommate?

TONY- he doesn’t know why but he just can’t stand the thought of Luke sharing a room with her.

Who’s the bigger gossiper?

TONY- but only because he rants and raves about all the other students in Plath.

Who initiates the drunken heart-to-hearts?

TONY- he’s more talkative when he’s drunk.

Who sends in confessions to PlathGossip about how cute their partner is?

TONY- he likes to make Luke flustered.

Who wants to investigate the scary fuckery on campus and who wants them to stay out of it for their own safety?

LUKE- wants to investigate, he wants to find out what the hell is going on ,but Tony is scared he’s going to get hurt

Who talks the other into skipping class to get high in the parking lot?

TONY- Luke doesn’t need much convincing to skip and spend time with Tony.

Who spams the other’s phone with stupid memes?

TONY- and it’s always at 2am 

Who suggests sleeping in the same bed first?

LUKE- tony is more cautious of what their roommates may think.

Who wants to get jiggy in a classroom, the garden, the pool, the dorm hall showers, etc.?

TONY- doesn’t care as long as they dont get caught.

Who lets the other cheat off of their test?

“AURORA.”

“I’m glad you asked!  He is surely a LOVELY man.  We’ve met once, but alas, it feels as if we’ve known each other forever.” She places her hand under her jaw, a dreamy look overtaking her big, brown eyes. “Why ‘aurora’?  Well, if you must know, auroras are those undeniably MAJESTIC lights in the sky that can predominantly be observed in the northern regions.  Exceptionally entrancing, and yet… an ENIGMA.”

@toddrobert

Avery didn’t understand what had compelled him to say yes to Lester’s offer. It was such an out-of-character move for him, but maybe he actually wanted to get to know his older foster brother more, or maybe he was afraid of what would happen if he said no, or maybe he just had always been curious when he’d seen the things flying in the sky from his small window back in his old house. Hell, maybe he’s just going crazy. It wouldn’t have been the first time that thought had crossed his mind.

Nevertheless, Avery was standing outside, shaking hands shoved deep into the pockets of his over sized hoodie, watching as Les held on to the end of a string that was tied to the kite. It looked...fun. At least, Les seemed to be having a good time. He had a smile on his face, and that made Avery relax a little bit. He probably wasn’t angry, then. There was a kite on the ground next to Les. The older boy hadn’t pressured him into using it, just had told him it was their for him and went about his kite-flying. That was...nice.

Avery had taken to just staring at the kite in the sky. It was bright red and it was swooping through the air, powered by the gusty wind. Avery bit his lip and looked down at the kite on the ground. This one was bright blue. His fingers twitched inside his pocket. He wanted to do this. It had been a while since he’s actually wanted to do anything.