#lvzarus

          the phrase totally caught off-guard doesn’t even begin to describe how he feels. of course he had thought about this-------- action. this display of sentiment and affection, but they were school-girl-crush day-dreams that would flare up in his mind, only to dissipate moments later. never in his wildest dreams did he think that this very moment would occur so soon. 

          a large arm is wrapped around his wait and he’s so very close to lazarus. ( he honestly doesn’t mind being this close. ) there’s this aura that envelops him. this child-like warmth and optimistic thought that always followed the former asset around. fox feels safe here. lips are on his and fox can feel his face turning a soft shade of crimson. plenty of thoughts flash through his head. and it dawns on him that those day-dreams were becoming a sweet and tangible reality. 

p!atd sentence starts. → ACCEPTING( @lvzarus​ )

          ❝ this isn’t working at all. ❞ dissatisfaction clings to his words, tainting the syllables with displease as he sits beside the man he’s come to call lazarus ( the ONLY reason being that it’s the only reply he keeps getting from the other man; as far as nicknames go, though, that’s pretty neat ). denim-clad legs are crossed while jittery fingers drum a beat on his thigh, his enthusiasm evaporating along with the breath that puffs out of his nose as he breathes. patience has never been his strong suit, so sitting on a bench, waiting for who knows what and being unable to pass the time other than by sitting there and attempting to talk to the other man beside him spelled disaster since the very beginning. as it is, it was only a matter of time before Nickolas cracks and does something reckless just to entertain himself; and sadly, that time has come.

          ❝ i mean, don’t get me wrong. it’s cool to sit here with you. we’re both really good looking people and we’re doing everyone here a favor by sitting together. pretty sure we’re raising the aesthetic pleasantness of this place through the roof. and i do like listening to my own voice, hence i’m chatty. but what’s the point of me sharing these incredible opinions with you if you can’t bounce back some of your own ? i really don’t get it. so i’m going to do something. i’m going to touch you, and something really awesome is going to happen. ❞

           green orbs flicker towards the flowers. curious, he opens his mouth, nearly asking whom they were going to belong to. lazarus has this look on his face, a gaze of fondness that makes fox's lips twist into a faint grin. he doesn't talk. but his eyes say so much. ( from what fox sees anyways. ) he's shocked that he ever saw the being again after the night they were both lost boys ( well, lost people. the word BOY doesn't really describe lazarus well. although lost.. ) attempting to find their ways back home. yet, here they were. his presence alone is enough to make the younger feel———- happy. once the flowers are presented to fox it leaves him breathless. ( slightly confused. but still. ) a red flush decorates his cheeks, and a wide smile forms. he can only think of one thing to say. ' thank you.. ' it's not all he wants to say though. a hand gently pushes the arm that's offering the flowers out of the way, and fox HUGS him. ( there it is. a proper thank you. )