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Repost from InkySamurai🩸
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It was 6:30 a.m., and a short autumn rain had just come to a stop,
when two young men hurried into the newly built church in the eastern block.
The scent of Liam’s cheap cigarette smoke, and Kade’s cool cologne, drifted through the hallway.
Everything seemed quiet—almost too quiet—
until...
#Kade #Liam
#Avernus
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“Miles, psst,” He whispered through the dark of the room, tiptoing around the man's too-neat space. The mattress dipped as Walter sat down and took a long look at the lump under the covers that is his best friend.
The night is quiet. Way too quiet for Walter's liking. The flow of Miles' slow breaths would be relaxing any other day, but Walter's feeling too antsy tonight.
Miles is shook violently into wakefulness.
“What? What…” he grumbled, covering his eyes with a grimace as moonlight hits him right in the face.
He always leaves the windows open. Always. Walter had tried to get him to quit the habit countless times, but Miles being Miles, didn't listen. And he calls me stubborn, Walter thinks to himself.
“Hey. Can I lie with you?” Asks Walter, smiling at the state of the man in front of him. Bed head, puffy eyes and all.
Miles looks at him for a moment.
“No.”
“What?” He whined, climbing the bed anyway. “Come on. I brought my own pillow, just scoot.”
“What the hell are you doing here anyway, Wally?” He grumbled and shifted, making room for the taller man.
Walter took his time answering that question. He lied down with his arms folded under his head and stared at the ceiling.
Then, he laughed.
“I had a bad dream.”
Miles is quiet in kind.
“I thought you don't dream.”
Walter huffed, slightly amused. “I do sometimes.”
Miles' eyes met Walter's in the dim light.
“So you ran here like a child?”
“Pretty much.”
“Get the fuck out of my bed.”
“Hm. No.”
Walter finds his friend's trying to shove him off the bed, honestly, straight up adorable.
“Just give it up, Walker. I'm not leaving.”
“Ughh.”
They fall into comfortable silence yet again. It's been happening more and more as they grow older.
Walter turned his head on the pillow, watching Miles' profile. The gentle rise and fall of his chest. Those long, slender fingers clasped over the duvet.
“You're staring,” Miles muttered without opening his eyes. Walter grinned.
“Yeah I am.”
“Well, quit it, you sick freak.”
A hearty laugh rumbled through Walter's chest. Miles was a feisty little thing. And Walter—well, Walter loved a good challenge.
He kicks off the covers and turns towards the other man, “Why are you always so damn grumpy, huh?”
مایلز مثل یه آدمیه که تمام جهانشو تو سکوت با خودش حمل میکنه این بخش انقدر واقعی بود که انگار داشتم نفسکشیدنش رو میشنیدم
این شکنندگیِ بیصداش…
همیشه یه قدم مونده تا فروپاشیش و بازم ساکته
ادم دلش میخواد فقط کنارش بشینه و بگه: تو تنها نیستی
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Sleep feels so far away. It all feels way too numb; the ache in my chest, the thoughts in my mind.
I remember being immensely unsettled and upset. Not by anything external, no. Shame always lurks just beneath the surface of my feigned tranquility and ridiculous mask of unwavering peace.
I fear I might never get it.
I always do this. Pretend. Because what the fuck is anyone gonna do if they knew how much I fucking want to disappear from the face of the earth?
I've been stupid to think this could ever be. Perhaps some people are not meant to be happy, and if that is true, I believe I am one of those.
I don't have it in me to fight you. I linger in this excruciating yet peaceful surrender.
I don't chase you out of my thoughts anymore. In my mind, I'm still lying on the cold stone floor with my head in your lap, holding the guitar sheets you wrote me. Right by the gardens, accompanied by the scent of petrichor and flowers. Our friends play ball in the nearby court, but we're not gonna join. We drink shitty packaged coffee and use chocolate bars to stir them.
What did I expect to happen? For you to hold my head in your hands, look down at me and say you like me too?
Ridiculous.
You are so stupid, Miles walker. So stupid.
