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Chris: Oh, look it's PJ. It's /great/. to hear from you considering how horrible you think I am.
Chris: Sorry I care about your well being and the fact that your liver's gonna give out at some point, and then I'm gonna have to watch you deteriorate.
PJ: Oh, look, it's Chris - being a fucking arse as usual.
PJ: That's just how ridiculous you are, isn't it - my liver isn't going to give out, and I'm not going to deteriorate.
PJ: And even if I did, I don't care anymore; and I don't expect you to stick around with such a mess, either.
dont
PJ parted his lips slightly, leaving a soft breath too, when his back was pressed hard to the cool wall of the sitting room behind him; he lifted his arms slightly, brushing his fingertips lightly over his warm, damp cheeks - he pressed his palms gently against Chris’ clothed chest, “I really need to go, Chris - you’ve done enough already.”
PJ pressed his hands slightly into the warm pockets of his heavy coat, tugging gently at the fabric, as he looked quietly at the walls of Chris’ dully lit lounge; the shadows from the cold night sky poured through the thin curtain, and reflected softly against the window frame - he let out a light huff, before looking over at Chris, his dark cheeks damp and warm, “Well, where do I fucking begin,” He started, his voice soft, “I have no goddamn family anymore, just because I happen to like a boy,” His voice faltered in dejection, “A-And, I-” He began, but stopped himself.
Chris opened his mouth to speak, deciding against it, he closed it again. He could feel the burning behind his eyes, the tension in his body and the sheer guilt that had deemed it the right time to flow through his body like blood. Hearing the sheer dejection and shakiness in Pj’s voice filled him with the overwhelming urge to crush him with some sort of magical hug that would make everything better, but at the moment he guessed it would make it so much worse. Shoving his own hands into the pockets of his green hoodie, he messed with the change that lay forgotten there, brushing his thumb over the cool metal in an attempt to compose himself. “PJ..” He paused, ensuring he chose the right words, “To quote supernatural ‘family doesn’t end in blood’ and..even if it did, if you really think about it everyone’s super distantly related..” The words spilled from his mouth, he’d given up on the censoring aspect and just went for it, hoping his foolishness would at lest make him feel a tad bit better.
PJ looked down at the floor of the lounge and faltered, shaking his head slowly; he lifted his arm slightly, to brush his warm palm lightly against his flushed skin - he pressed himself gently against the cold window frame, before pulling both his hands carefully from his pockets and his jacket from his arms, letting it drop softly to the floor. He looked up at Chris, who had leaned himself gently against the arm of the sofa - he crossed his arms over his stomach, “It’s really easy for you to say that, Chris - because your family still loves you,” He reasoned lightly, looking elsewhere, "You and I don't even really get along - so, I don't have anyone, but alcohol.."
dont
PJ parted his lips slightly, leaving a soft breath too, when his back was pressed hard to the cool wall of the sitting room behind him; he lifted his arms slightly, brushing his fingertips lightly over his warm, damp cheeks - he pressed his palms gently against Chris’ clothed chest, “I really need to go, Chris - you’ve done enough already.”
PJ looked down slowly at the lounge floor of Chris’ flat; he ran his fingers lightly over his cold arms, suddenly feeling his damp cheeks go hot when he looked up at Chris, “Fuck you, Chris,” He replied bitterly to the snide remark, turning quickly to step over to the sofa, and take his jacket from the cushion - using the back of his hand to dry his cheeks and eyes, he tugged on his jacket, “I just like to drink,” He conceded after moment, looking at Chris, “It - It helps me feel better about everything.”
Chris stopped in his tracks, planning to go sulk on the couch and watch his boyfriend leave, waiting until he was at his own apartment to call him, but this changed everything. “Everything? Peej, everything?” He ignored the insults flung at him, knowing it was pretty much his fault in the first place, focused on this distressing news. “Seriously, PJ, please let me know what’s happening.” Chris doubted that his boyfriend (?) would actually consider telling him, he just hoped and prayed the fact that they supposedly trusted each other would be enough to make this work. He wanted to be let in, he wanted to help. He needed to, it broke him, the fact that he was so distressed.
PJ pressed his hands slightly into the warm pockets of his heavy coat, tugging gently at the fabric, as he looked quietly at the walls of Chris’ dully lit lounge; the shadows from the cold night sky poured through the thin curtain, and reflected softly against the window frame - he let out a light huff, before looking over at Chris, his dark cheeks damp and warm, "Well, where do I fucking begin," He started, his voice soft, "I have no goddamn family anymore, just because I happen to like a boy," His voice faltered in dejection, "A-And, I-" He began, but stopped himself.
dont
PJ parted his lips slightly, leaving a soft breath too, when his back was pressed hard to the cool wall of the sitting room behind him; he lifted his arms slightly, brushing his fingertips lightly over his warm, damp cheeks - he pressed his palms gently against Chris’ clothed chest, “I really need to go, Chris - you’ve done enough already.”
PJ looked down at the carpeted floor of the lounge, and at his socks; he lifted his arm slightly, to brush Chris’ hand away gently from his damp, flushed cheeks, in dejection - he was disconcerted that Chris considered him a drunk - while lately he had drank a lot more than usual, and seemed inebriated much more these days, he didn’t expect it to necessarily deem him a drunk, “You’re a prat, Chris - I just like to enjoy myself, that doesn’t make me an alcoholic.”
“I never said you were one, PJ, just that you’re on track to becoming on in oh…” He paused and stared at the ceiling for a moment solely for dramatic effect before continuing,”Maybe three-four months and I don’t need to loose you to the void.” Looking him directly in the eyes, slightly hurt by the fact that he’d been brushed away, Chris dropped his arms at his sides, freeing PJ from his grip and taking a few steps away.
PJ looked down slowly at the lounge floor of Chris’ flat; he ran his fingers lightly over his cold arms, suddenly feeling his damp cheeks go hot when he looked up at Chris, “Fuck you, Chris,” He replied bitterly to the snide remark, turning quickly to step over to the sofa, and take his jacket from the cushion - using the back of his hand to dry his cheeks and eyes, he tugged on his jacket, "I just like to drink," He conceded after moment, looking at Chris, "It - It helps me feel better about everything."
“ i’m there pretty much every night - i guess we’re, well, kind of a thing - “
Yeh? You and the perfect child of the family?
“ perfect child ?? i can hardly imagine chris as the ‘perfect child’ “
“ i’m not exaggerating when i say that he has so many, that he wouldn’t even notice a few missing - i’ve found them in the most random places in his flat, too, like in the coffee pot “
You sure are round his flat a lot. So many he definitely can’t need them all!
“ i’m there pretty much every night - i guess we’re, well, kind of a thing - “
“ well, your brother has at least a few hundred unused ones hanging around his flat - should i steal you some ?? “
Ooh, the perfect crime. Sounds like a dream, really. But I won’t steal from Chris.
“ i’m not exaggerating when i say that he has so many, that he wouldn’t even notice a few missing - i’ve found them in the most random places in his flat, too, like in the coffee pot “
Actually quite certain I’ve lost every SD card I own. What a day…
“ well, your brother has at least a few hundred unused ones hanging around his flat - should i steal you some ?? “
“sometimes I sleep-kiss… sometimes I sleep-punch” 😂😂 love these two
dont
PJ parted his lips slightly, leaving a soft breath too, when his back was pressed hard to the cool wall of the sitting room behind him; he lifted his arms slightly, brushing his fingertips lightly over his warm, damp cheeks - he pressed his palms gently against Chris’ clothed chest, “I really need to go, Chris - you’ve done enough already.”
He knew he had probably crossed a line, pushing PJ against a wall but he just couldn’t stand to see someone he loved so very much destroy themselves slowly and painfully. “But if I let you go, there’s no guarantee you won’t go out and drink your feelings away like some old pirate or a tired and defeated office worker.” The fact that PJ seemed to be crying ate away at his heart and willpower like nothing else, but this was a problem, a problem that could take PJ from him and that wasn’t the type of problem he was fond of. Using his thumb, he wiped away a tear, something so cheesy and chick-flick reminiscent he felt it was only the right thing to do in this situation.
PJ looked down at the carpeted floor of the lounge, and at his socks; he lifted his arm slightly, to brush Chris’ hand away gently from his damp, flushed cheeks, in dejection - he was disconcerted that Chris considered him a drunk - while lately he had drank a lot more than usual, and seemed inebriated much more these days, he didn't expect it to necessarily deem him a drunk, "You're a prat, Chris - I just like to enjoy myself, that doesn't make me an alcoholic."
dont
PJ parted his lips slightly, leaving a soft breath too, when his back was pressed hard to the cool wall of the sitting room behind him; he lifted his arms slightly, brushing his fingertips lightly over his warm, damp cheeks - he pressed his palms gently against Chris’ clothed chest, “I really need to go, Chris - you’ve done enough already.”
PIN MY MUSE
Send “UNF” to pin my muse against the wall with DESIRE
Send “UGH” to pin my muse against the wall from FURY
Send “DONT” to pin my muse against the wall to prevent them from LEAVING
Send “AH” to pin my muse against the wall but letting a RANDOMIZER choose
“ you’re alright - but you’d like my help a little too much, wouldn’t you ?? well, i’m a bit tipsy right now, so snogging may be a bit clumsy “
Wow, and I expected some sort of reassurance, now I’m really self conscious, thanks a lot babe.
While were on the topic of alcoholic beverages, how much have you had to drink exactly? Do I need to come over and break up your romance with the vodka?
“ it was a joke, chris - if anything, you should be one to understand jokes, right ?? “
“ only a bottle and a half; loosen up a little - it’s a friday night, and i’m trying to have a good time “
“ i’ve loved juliet for quite a few years now; i can’t help it, chris - she’s a pretty wonderful kisser ”
And I’m not? Well, then I guess I’m in need of some practice. Care to join me? Show me the ropes and all?
“ you’re alright - but you’d like my help a little too much, wouldn’t you ?? well, i’m a bit tipsy right now, so snogging may be a bit clumsy “
“ i am currently dating a tall, lovely bottle of juliet immaculate vodka “
Why aren’t you sharing!
“ because i love her absolutely too much to share her with anyone “
