he continued testing the waters  with piercings,  one in his helix and one in his tongue,   the rebellious acts still uncertainly and nervously carried out.   the next one was in his eyebrow,   a clearly visible and daunting spot.   it was thrilling.   cecil had found the perfect way to stand up to his parents.

       he kept going,   coloring and piercing his skin throughout the years despite his parents’ protests.   they drifted apart,   but it was alright ----  cecil was never really all that close with them anyway.  as time went by,   his motivation shifted ;   he started looking for autonomy and freedom and  self-expression.   his parents had admitted defeat long ago,   their delinquent son having slipped from their grasp the moment he first stepped into the tattoo parlor.

                 now,   four years later,   cecil’s skin was a vibrant but unfinished canvas,   waves and flowers and black ink marking skin covered by ripped jeans and leather jackets.   he could be found on his way to say hello to the gardener,   carrying two glasses of lemon water on a tray.

       ❛ hi,   um,   would you like something to drink ? ❜

// i ’M FUC KING LAUGHI NG I C AN’T BRE ATHe

         even the bare touch was enough to rouse lavi from his sleep. it seemed he’d taken an unintentional nap in doug’s room. it was lucky that doug found him &&. not bookman; boy, would that have needed some EXPLAINING. nonetheless, a smirk worked its way onto his face as he cracked open his eye and glanced over his shoulder at doug from where he lay on his stomach.

                   ❝ goin’ somewhere? ❞ he asked, the skin beneath his pants where doug’s hand had touched warm already. ❝ don’t let me stop you~ ❞

  well, so much for doug waking him up with gentle touches. the finder gives a soft smile, gently rubbing at lavi’s thigh. it’s only when the redhead speaks does he begin to add a bit of pressure, crawling up to press kisses to the back of lavi’s neck.

  his hand rests on the small of lavi’s back and he slowly begins to drag his nails up the bookman’s spine. chuckling against lavi’s skin, doug leaves a few gentle nips, slowly mouthing his way down lavi’s neck.

DEAR EVAN HANSEN | ACCEPTING