Ā Ā Ā fuckĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā itās all he can think as dark eyes fall upon a familiar figure. tooĀ familiar. thereās a sudden, startling throb in his chest -- something heās not used to. does he have a heart after all ? Ā wren had made it seem so once upon a time. itās long since gone cold again, the Ā w a r m t h Ā of the other boyās touch having ebbed away and left him empty. itās his own fault, he knows. but this was always the way it was supposedĀ to be. matty was never supposed to learn the scent of wren on his pillow after a night spent sleeping beside him. he was never supposed to learn his morning routines, or share a basin with him to brush their teeth, eyes meeting in the mirror and knowingĀ smiles making the seemingly mundane task just that little bit more difficult ( and abundantly more pleasurable ). if heād never learned to Ā c r a v e Ā anotherās touch, wrenāsĀ touch, then he never wouldāve discovered what it was like to lose it. to missĀ it. ignorance was bliss, and heād like to return to it. he does, for the most part, blocking all thoughts of such ridiculous romantic notions from the forefront of his mind. but each and every time he sees him, it all comes flooding back and leaves him aching to go back in time and to never offer the boy a wild time.Ā
Ā Ā Ā should he approach ? Ā no, probably not. he hadnāt pegged himself for such a masochistĀ ( though arenāt all writers and lovers of literature ? ), yet his feet are betraying him, carrying him toward the source of so many sleepless nights -- and not the pleasant kind. not allĀ the pleasant kind. the music had been loud before, thunderously so until he barely had to thinkĀ for his body to move in time to it. it seems to have quietened dramatically as he reaches his goal, his hell on earth, his once-nirvana. heād hardly have to raise his voice to catch wrenās attention, but words have escaped him now and all he can do is lift his hand, hovering it over the otherās shoulder for a beat, before steeling himself and finally tapping to announce his presence.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā hey... ā Ā itās shamefully weak, but itās all he can manage. | @vvrens
