in my life

there's been so many questions and answers that somehow seem wrong.

[mariuslost-blog]

—Thank you! 

[Another smile was pulled from his lips; Marius searched languidly for Cosette’s hand with the intention to hold onto her again or, perhaps, to allow her to take ahold of him. He squeezed about her smaller fingers quickly before withdrawing into the dressing room once more.] 

I should probably change, then. 

[cosetteish-blog]

[His hand is a magnet, and as soon as it's around her own Cosette can't but reach out and wrap her fingers around Marius' own. They were made to be together, and their hands were just one of the many signs. As soon as he's retreated once more to the depths of the male dressing room, Cosette folded her hands on her lap and waited patiently.]

Don't take too long looking at yourself in the mirror. 

[cosetteish-blog]

Hey, can I use your razor?

-Why.

[coldasfireboldasice]

This seems incredibly superfluous.  [ He shuffles to his room to put on shoes. ] 

[cosetteish-blog]

I'm sure it does.

[She won. She always wins.]

[mariuslost-blog]

   … Yeah. Yeah, I think you’re right. I just — didn’t want to sound, like. Creepy, or something. 

[cosetteish-blog]

You're not creepy, trust me. So...

[hotdadjeanvaljean-blog]

No….

Did he pepper spray you?

[cosetteish-blog]

Never mind then.

No...[However, Cosette and lie telling is not the best combination and after nearly a minute of silence she finally broke and sighed.] Only once and it was a long time ago.

[mariuslost-blog]

I’m not going to — have a panic attack, Cosette. 

[He laughed nonetheless, bent forward to rest his palms on her hips. It seemed the smiles that bloomed in her presence were that of which dimmed for absolutely nothing; happiness brightened a content countenance and Marius pressed a kiss to her cheek.] 

—I think so. 

[cosetteish-blog]

Well, it never hurts to be sure.

[Marius seemed to have a way of bringing out the best in Cosette, a part she wasn't always sure that she had. Sure, Cosette was a good girl but around Marius she felt herself in a state of bliss she was unable to find anywhere else. She wasn't a girl who was defined by her boyfriend or a male figure, but Marius was the perfect person to round her out. At his lips on her cheek, she felt herself nearly glow as she quickly pulled him in to kiss him.]

I think they look nice. 

[mariuslost-blog]

—Sorry, I wasn’t. Uh. Trying to be, um … suggestive.     Just. Don’t look at me. 

[cosetteish-blog]

Hey, no. I'm going to look at you because I love you. But, if we're talking about it, I don't think it's bad to, um, 'sleep' together if it's just sleeping. You know?

[hotdadjeanvaljean-blog]

I’ve noticed that.

Are you sure he’s mentally stable?

[cosetteish-blog]

...Did he pepper spray you?

[cosetteish-blog]

Hey, can I use your razor?

-Why.

[coldasfireboldasice]

  It’s for like…once every two months, what’s the big deal?

[cosetteish-blog]

 It's not my fault that you're oddly hairless. Come on, put some shoes on.

[hotdadjeanvaljean-blog]

Your boyfriend confuses me.

[cosetteish-blog]

Do not give him a hard time. He just feels a lot.

[mariuslost-blog]

[  A W K W A R D  SILENCE. ] 

[cosetteish-blog]

[mariuslost-blog]

I’m tired, too. We should just sleep together. 

[ — Wait a minute. ] 

       —— That — wasn’t what I … meant—!

[cosetteish-blog]

That sounds like a...

             [ -oh oh oh oh oh]

Oh. Um. K. 

[mariuslost-blog]

—Did someone say something about staring at my butt? 

[Red cheeks stretched in light of a grin, hands resting on his hips as though to convey a model’s pose — however lanky and disproportionate his frame, Marius couldn’t help but shine a bit brighter on account of her thoughts, countenance glowing.] 

You have absolutely no reason to ever be jealous of — anything, ever. [ A wink, and again Marius leaned forward, lips pressing atop her forehead. ] Silly goose. 

[cosetteish-blog]

Don't have a panic attack.

[Not that Cosette thought that Marius would. They had never even spoke of anything related to boobs or butts though, she just gave him a nod of encouragement at his modeling. He was awkward and adorable and just so Marius that Cosette consistently had to resist the urge to grab him and just kiss his face.]

I'll keep that in mind. [She quickly squeezed his hand before releasing him.] So, are you going to buy them?

[cosetteish-blog]

Hey, can I use your razor?

-Why.

[coldasfireboldasice]

You know me. Love being all [He makes a wave gesture with his hand] aerodynamic and stuff. So can I borrow it? 

[cosetteish-blog]

That's so... No. Why don't we just walk to the store and get you a razor of your own instead of sharing dead skin cells? Twins don't have to share everything, you know.

[cosetteish-blog]

So tired. All the time. I may have to drink my first energy drink.

[mariuslost-blog]

[ text. cosetteish ]     I think you are perfect

[cosetteish-blog]

[text] I know you're perfect.

[cosetteish-blog]

Hey, can I use your razor?

-Why.

[coldasfireboldasice]

  Because I need it. 

[cosetteish-blog]

No. That's not a good enough reason. Are you going to be a swimmer or something?

[cosetteish-blog]

Hey, can I use your razor?

-Why.