#malibvnghts

A decade is enough to make memories fade, let alone leave people unchanged. The first thing Ace notices upon arriving at his (belayed) high school reunion is that everyone looks almost like a ghost of their former selves. If he really tries to, he can maybe recognise people’s voices and if he ignores the passing of time, he can maybe feel like he’s right back in their school gymnasium, listening to their principal speak. 

As he makes his way through the crowd and is welcomed by excited faces, he starts to pick up the pieces of various memories. The prom, his nomination as king, the cheers of the crowd as he lead their football team, his first crush and first heartbreak. He stays at arms’ length when Cassandra and her husband come over to greet him, attention drawn away towards some of his other former friends shortly. He lies, of course - about what he does and about how he’s managed to buy such an expensive watch. Saving, he says and moves the conversation along. It shifts onto how Ace will simply not believe who came out as gay - Ace asks, not entirely pleased with the comedic tone the name is said in. But as soon as he hears it, his interest fades - he’s here. 

That is all Ace needs to detach himself from the group of loud men, going in search for a friendly face. He doesn’t find it, but he doesn’t need to - he could recognise Jackson in any crowd, even from behind. A smile pulls at his lips as he nears the man standing by a table and he lets his palm run over the brown haired’s back as soon as he is in reaching distance. 

              The sound of pen against paper is all that fills the quiet room, azure irises fixed on parchment as he writes with the most recent ideas in his head— perhaps something based on his past again? Molded to be a slightly different story while still keeping it a bit different.....hmm. Silence falls as his gaze lifts to the ceiling, legs folded comfortably at an angle beneath his form, body comfortably embraced with one of Asmodeus’ plush lounge chairs. ( Should he say theirs instead? )

            He smells the perfume lingering on pale skin almost before he sees the bright figure of lust appear in the doorway. Chin finds itself resting on the back of his hand with an elbow propped on padded chair arm, the corners of his mouth lifted into a slight smile. He supposed he had been writing for a while.

​            “How often do you dream?”          It was a simple question that was impossibly loaded with unforeseen metaphorical meaning. And he asked it as if it was the most normal conversation starter there was to have. He held a coffee cup in his hand as he looked at the being in front of him. He sat at a white picnic table that floated upside down in front of him and a pitcher of coffee circled around him as if he was a planet that had its own gravitational pull. Sugar and cream sat on the upside down table as he continues his question.​​

{❤️}; The god sighs and removes his glasses, punching the bridge of his nose as a tired sigh leaves his lips.

“…lunch? I suppose I haven’t…” he tells the other with a nervous chuckle. “Perhaps a break is in order for me…”

He gets out of his chair and puts away a few things before turning to the male.

               the heatwave sweeping over the city has left wonjae feeling lazy. sprawled across his mattress, asher beside him, all he’s interested in doing is lying in front of their electric fan and hoping to cool off at least a little. so when asher suggests they go out for ice cream, his first response is to let out a laugh of disbelief. ❝ no offence, babe, but i think i might die if i get on the back of your motorbike right now. ❞