#lovefail

Right by the Thames, warm and inviting light spills out of the windows and open door of Trafalgar Tavern. The patrons' merry banter and laughter filling the place with a pleasant atmosphere.

Seb and his mates sit by a window that looks out onto the river. They've been joking and messing about, drinking their pints, when his eye catches that of a handsome stranger sitting at the bar. Downing the last of his drink for courage, he walks over to the bar placing himself next to him.

Then why don't you?

Clive swallows hard, his face turning red. He has to admit that he may have let this go too far, but how can he deny himself? He always told himself that his attraction to men was purely aesthetic, nothing else, nothing more, but then he met Maurice...and it seems to him that that isn't entirely the case anymore.

He stares at Maurice for a long moment, the seconds crawling by as the silence hangs between them, heavy and tangible. He glances over Maurice's shoulder, listens for a moment to make sure no one's going to barge in, and it seems he's made up his mind. Hands come up to cup Maurice's face, thumbs brushing along his cheeks...and he kisses him. It's soft and only lasts a few moments, and when he pulls away, his hands are trembling.

@lovefail​ asked ➙  ‘ we can just sit here. we don’t have to talk.’ [ for Clive! ((also hey friend!!)) ]

"Hm," grunted Clive. He stared down with an expression of upmost seriousness as he read his book. Of course it was Plato and, of course, this was supposed to be time they stole to be together. Clive enjoyed Maurice's presence, it was true, loved him even and found himself endeared by his perfect foolishness, but . . . Well, a book was a useful buffer. A book would make them behave so that they could both leave without any upsetting thoughts in mind. No tossing in bed until they fell asleep.

No real fun to speak of either. Clive realized this and looked up from his book, offered a conciliatory smile.

"Here's an interesting argument," he said. He picked the book up from his lap and leaned back on his hands, comfortable on the rug near Maurice's feet. Holding the book up, he began to recite. "No intelligent man believes that anybody ever willingly errs or willingly does base and evil deeds; they are well aware that all who do base and evil things do them unwillingly." 

song of achilles rp starters: ACCEPTING

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