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wrathbane:

ONE OF THE BETTER, arguably fool-proof ways to truly test the mettle of a relationship was, she’d learned quickly, to stick both participants on an elevated dirt mound and wait for disaster to calibrate. in another context, perhaps, if catherine had decided to take someone else up on the hike, they wouldn’t be here. she was getting real good at panning out the what-could-have-been’s, now.

❝ come up with anything yet ? ❞ they’d spent the larger portion of the late afternoon ruminating on sodden turf, cracking their heads open over a map that looked suspiciously misinformed. the sun was beginning to set after a full day’s work, and they were still nowhere near relocating their designated trail. it wasn’t like aaron to give up so easily, though, so she’d made the compromise and helped herself be comfortable amid the withered foliage. for a moment, catherine entertained the idea of watering the bracken and trying to drown herself in it. if she’d been well-read, she would’ve come up with a poem or two about that imagery in the hours they’d spent cooped up there.

she rapped the back of his head with her knuckles, the movement lacking vehemence, and lowered her own onto his knapsack. ❝ wake me up when the meteor comes to destroy us, champ. ❞

╰ ℹ . @leemniscatus

even though the need for adventure ran through his veins, aaron’s upbringing had been quite the metropolitan one. st. clementine possessed a wide range of natural scenarios that he had yet to explore, and the mountains were one of them. last year, the hiking trip seemed to be easier than what they were tackling at the moment. after a long period of time of going around in circles, abandoned by wi-fi and civilization, they had come to a stop.

in his despair, a risible idea crossed his mind; level-headed aaron would have never thought of it. whether witch or saint, both titles absurd, maybe this was her punishment for his incredulity. non-believers were being shunned this time, not to mention his companion was not helping him concentrate on the disconcerting map. the forest had turned into a labyrinth. catherine’s harsh gesture made him snap out of his absorption.

“ i’m going to tie you to a tree and leave you to your own devices, until a wild animal finds you, “ he blurted out, refraining himself from crumpling the piece of paper serving as a map. he threw it to the ground and sat next to where she was lying. for aaron, the possibility of giving up did not exist, but a break was in order. “ hope it gets me first. ”

#&&. and who is willing to destroy a piece of his (own heart)#&&. wrathbane

qrffin·:

HE WAS NO STRANGER TO KILLING OFF his own feelings for his own survival. he didn’t even mind anymore, like pulling off a band-aid too fast, and at some point it had to stop hurting. but that was until griffin and aaron had collided, both spinning out of their orbits, both of them destined to fall. this was what falling tasted like: ashes from flames that never were. but there was nothing in griffin programmed to turn the other way when he collided, and so he was here — not quite soaring, but he could fool himself into thinking so.

«maybe,» he agreed to aaron’s comment, not yet willing to meet the eyes he had learned to know so well. there was no antidote to this sort of venom. «but i guess it’s an okay way to go,» griffin added, eyes lifted to the sky to take in the last sunbeams before they were devoured by the dark.

aaron pondered on griffin’s words way more than the usual, (and this was not the first time it happened. In his eyes, the other boy always represented an object of deserved study. how was it possible for him to present to the world in such a different way to all the secrets he held inside? while aaron had witnessed sides of griffin not many had access to, he was sure they were minimal compared to his entire identity. or else, he would have let him in.

“ pretty sure there are better ways to go, “ he said, giving up in finding griffin’s eyes. for their stares to find each other would result in a dead end. better to concentrate on the dark sky above them, still empty and with zero signs of space debris. it only made the wait longer and he was running out of patience. “ like an asteroid impact. which i doubt will ever happen at his rate. ”

#this is a lie but OK #&&. and who is willing to destroy a piece of his (own heart)#&&. qrffin

foolsreids·:

✱ ❝ str. ❞〈 @leemniscatus· 〉

he’s grateful for the love he’s given in bundles, even if he sometimes remains ignorant to it, or chooses to not see it. he’s endeared to those who choose to give him guidance when he strays, and truly he is pleasantly happy to have aaron as one of those who he could trust, a quaint addition to his bubble. the warmth of the evening envelopes reid in a warm embrace as he crosses the grassy plain, water in hand. “ i can’t believe we’re really gonna possibly see a meteor shower, that’s pretty much a rare experience right ? ” he breathes rather heavily, looking as if he just ran a mile. “ jesus the car was far away. ” butt plops onto the ground, back falling into the comfort of the blanket beneath him. “ living is a dreary existence when you have to move. ”

in the same manner he had took to his heart many others (and their flaws), aaron silently took up on reid with earnest responsibility. of course, this was veiled by burden performed in a not-too-skillful manner, even to the point of annoyance. with his temper, it seemed easy to believe that he was not the ideal person to offer assistance.

“ excited, are we ? “ he murmured in response to reid’s anticipation. aaron was nose deep in a book, also waiting for the celestial show to make an appearance. for his part, the eagerness went downhill as time passed. he almost wondered if he should put all the photography equipment back in his bags.

“ you could’ve brought another water bottle for me ! maybe you should leave the couch more often, “ aaron stated, deeming his lecture finished and closed the book and make its spine land on reid’s shoulder, as a reprimand.

#&&. and who is willing to destroy a piece of his (own heart)#&&. foolsreid

smthngod·:

it was a match made in heaven. finding someone in this lovely yet simultaneously eery town who was seeking the thrill of an unreasoned fight occasionally posed as a problem. especially when vincent had gotten into so many arguments that he was running out of opponents or got bored of the same old faces to meet his knuckles. their encounter was drafted by a pathetic energy, both would find more satisfaction in their life if they possessed the ability to just jog on and mind their own business. vincent never heard of the latter. if you asked him, everything was a concern to him and deserved his unsolicited opinion. again, pathetic. vincent scoffed. he paid the previously neatly packed box of whatever this prick just had no mind. instead, he escape his position of leaning against his car and deliberately stepped onto the box to exclude any possible recovery. he stretched his body to its maximum height, getting the best out of every centimeter god had given him. hands buried in the pockets of his jacket he walked up to the other, looking down at him with a hint of disgust on his face as if he just recognized a revolting smell. “jog on, little one, before i forget myself.”

back in the day, aaron would have kept his mouth shut, emotions barely registering in his face, for they were all about to come out in a single burst. Not a single word uttered on his part, nothing but the swift swoosh of the closed fist cutting the air. He did not think twice before charging into battle; it was always better if his thoughts (and possible regrets) were not involved — only then was he an unstoppable force.

but with the years spent hiding in st. clementine, away from his truth, his ill humor found a way to remain static, waiting for the trigger to unleash it. today, the provocation relied in the ridiculous. In the end, he did not need a well-founded reason to give someone a black eye, and the one before him seemed just like his type. both were open to the thrill of confrontation.

“ little one ? are you talking to what’s in your pants ? “ he took his respective strides forward, stopping right in front of the boy. aaron eyed him from head to toe, with an irreverent smile formed by his lips. his entertainment was more noticeable than any hint of possible disdain; impossible to find, given that he did not know the other well.

#&&. and who is willing to destroy a piece of his (own heart)#&&. smthngod #...........i'm me replying just now

adixnzhang·:

—— as his stare devotes to the path, adian focuses on the greens around him. he hates to say it, probably wouldn’t, but he was mesmerized. being cooped in rooms—meetings after meetings, it had been awhile since the male had time to smell the flowers and now it was all too refreshing. but once he notices he was behind the pack, adian slips from his thoughts and glances around. to his dismay, there was only one other person beside him. fucking aaron. another odd, undefined relationship. “you’re obsession with me is not cute at all,” the male begins. there was no need to hold back with the other—they were always bantering and he holds back a scoff as eyes redirect to the front.

w. // @leemniscatus

adian’s commentary was welcomed with a snort — this behavior turned into a commonplace between the two ever since their first meeting. aaron always found it easy to get under the other boy’s skin, and of course he relished in the backlash. how impressive of him to mingle with the rest, particularly given the circumstances they were in. nature must have resulted him very different from his cozy little office. however, the self-centered attitude was something that ceo zhang carried everywhere, but aaron was always willing to send him back to earth. at least he still resorted to words instead of fists, out of the entertainment he got.

“ belt up, will you ! should’ve reevaluated the meaning of the word obsessed when you begged me to take pictures of your face ? “

#&&. and who is willing to destroy a piece of his (own heart)#&&. adixnzhang

qrffin:

THINGS ALWAYS CHANGED AND PEOPLE changed with them. griffin was but a slave to his own feelings, but he seldom found himself tangled in them, knee deep in something beyond his power — yet he kept gravitating towards the other male as if it was what he was put on this earth to do. aaron reeled him in every time, a promise that griffin hadn’t been able to keep, and now he’d have to live with that regret. looking into his eyes had become a hard task: looking into his eyes without feeling anything was impossible. now he was drawn to him like a child playing with fire. «this sure was different last year, huh ?» he muttered as he slid down next to the other. he remembered the day clearly still: it had been colder, and griffin hadn’t been dressed for it. he had ended up with his hands in the pockets of aaron’s jacket, just the two of them — no meteor shower, and still the whole night in front of them — but things changed, and people with them.

closed starter ⤷ @leemniscatus.

a meteoroid falling into aaron’s sea, griffin had experienced its great depth. and was he a ruthless body of water meant to drown anyone he let in. while the other boy managed to come back to the surface, he appeared to never want to reach the shore. every meeting that happened after the self-rescue, only involved the provocative waves caused by aaron’s attempts to remember (and to remind his ex-something of the past).

“ yeah, i can see you expanded your wardrobe for this, “ aaron commented quietly, but his loud thoughts wished griffin’s clothes had been lighter. last year he represented a shelter from the temperature drop, now his lightweight fleece jacket was but his. an instant in which he could contain his destructive force. he went through a hard time trying to restrain the wishes in the back of his head. “ this meteor shower is a shitty excuse to freeze to death. “

#&&. and who is willing to destroy a piece of his (own heart)#&&. qrffin

viaphan:

☾ ╱ he was one of the many that served their cold disbelief at her – and, ut of politeness of unknown source, she would pick at it; even though her mother taught her not to play with what was served. aaron was a cold and hard reality, one that became comic after a long time of frustrations – something that she had learned would never, ever change. “ my mom asked me to tell you she knew you’d need another shirt. ” she didn’t, really, but via had a feeling – and she was advised not to ignore those feelings, even if she insisted in rolling her eyes at all of those wise words of her mother and aunts. “ maybe because you’re too sweaty, we all can feel it from miles away. ”

☇ @leemniscatus

aaron should have seen it coming, the moment he spotted via at the camping site. her mother’s revelations (and the incredulity that followed on his side) were but their way of greeting each other by now. his refusal to believe any of the local psychic’s words only made their encounters comical, and today was not the exception. he looked down to scrutinize his outfit. certainly, finding his way here had represented an effort, still he found no spot worthy of buying a new shirt. dirt and any other debris could be removed once he went back.

“ why ? is selling clothes her new business venture ? “ aaron questioned. her prediction was weak compared to other times. you did not need to be a clairvoyant to come up with a forecast like that.

#&&. and who is willing to destroy a piece of his (own heart)#&&. viaphan

rileyseung:

━ A DELICATE FLUSH SPREAD ACROSS RILEY’S CHEEKS at aaron’s compliment, and they hid it behind a brilliant smile, widely spread across their face. “oh, thank you !” riley wasn’t used to someone outright complimenting their work ( much less the simple task of decorating cakes ) but the kind words made riley feel more flustered than they probably should. after all, it was just a few decorated cookies mrs johnson had allowed them to decorate ( which was more than they’d been allowed to after the oven fiasco a few months ago ), but aaron’s honesty still made their day a bit brighter. they had put thought into the cookies after all. even though they were more childlike in appearance than the rest of them. “and you should come ! it would be fun to see you. i could sit with you on my break.”

once the quality taste was confirmed, he swallowed the rest of the cookie without any further words. it seemed evident he decided to take some of the biscuits home, although his original plan at the fair was never to buy them. at first sight, the most attractive stand had been the one selling alcohol. aaron could not help himself, thus a snort was his initial response to the invite. he wiped off the crumbles from his hand. the idea of sitting down with them and munching on cookies sounded good. on the other hand, he could envision the disapproval owner of the bakery. while he would have taken pleasure in antagonizing her, he did not want to cause riley trouble by being a distraction.

“ i will when mrs johnson isn’t around. i have this feeling she doesn’t like me, “ he announced. then again, it was quite easy for aaron to make himself unwanted, a natural talent.

#&&. and who is willing to destroy a piece of his (own heart)#&&. rileyseung

while parties represented a moment of celebration, for aaron, they were an opportunity release the bundle of emotions tangled within him. he walked among the god-touched scholars and their overflowing moët & chandon, but equally attended raves in the middle of nowhere with a smirnoff bottle in each hand. it was all the same anyway — everywhere he went white lines and small tablets were being exchanged. most importantly, those get-togethers were an open door to unrest. the boy was a trouble magnet, but he could also be described as a detonator. conflict served as a revitalizing solution, just the feeling of his blood rush was enough. tonight was not the exception.

“ i want to to back there and break his nose, but have you visited the police station before ? “ a murmur low enough that only elias could hear him. plastered on his face, the mixture of anger and excitement seemed far too urgent to hide. he stormed out of the place, fully knowing of what he was capable of, bruised knuckles one too many times. (grow careless, play along, wait for the cue, smash against the wall) yet also, very well aware that st. clementine was not london and news traveled fast. plus involving a third party always carried a sense of responsibility. aaron, ever so fond of replicating atlas' job, would carry the burden of others on his shoulders.

@eliasrhie

#oof imagine me knowing how to write and not making people wait #&&. and who is willing to destroy a piece of his (own heart)#&&. eliasrhie

qrffin:

HE WAS A BOY CHASING GHOSTS AND they always seemed to evaporate before his hands could even reach out to make them tangible. he knew little about feeling — he had been taught to kill it before he could ever be consumed by it, but somewhere he had failed. failure now carried aaron’s name, but griffin couldn’t bring himself to resent the other boy one bit for it. hadn’t that, after all, been the only time he had dared to feel alive ?

breathing was only sweet because he had never known how to before. now he was suffocating.

there had never been a single time in their relationship, or whatever they had chosen not to label themselves as, griffin had doubted aaron would catch him if he fell. but there had come a time to realize that maybe the boy would bring the other with him in the fall. griffin could deal with his own downfall, the annihilation of his self, for he had witnessed it too many times before. that didn’t justify bringing anyone with him, and though he didn’t have the words to express this with without letting the truth slip, this would have to do. aaron was right to be angry, dismissive, hurt. griffin had walked away swearing he had no feelings for the other male anymore, and even his blind eye could’ve seen right through that lie. even now he was a dry forest and aaron was a lit matchstick.

he’d sit there and pretend he felt nothing. he’d sit there and pretend he could look at aaron and it didn’t hurt. he’d pretend until he felt numb with it, until he could dream himself a new alias and a new escape, and run like the coward his dad had unintentionally made him. he blinked as he looked over at aaron, grey eye glistening with tears it could not cry, and he averted his gaze the moment he felt the familiar beat of his heartbeat spelling out aaron’s name. «glad to see some things never change.»

avoidance was not an option. he had let him get away with so much.

“ not your area of expertise, i must say, ” aaron declared and his eyes flicked up to look at the boy in front of him, piercing, almost with the intention of lancing the other's soul. (each gesture he displayed was marked by a specific force. he never learned to live quietly or in peace.) maybe then the truth would leak out of him, an endless river of memories. all the blessings and evils bestowed upon him, finally free from pandora's box that he decided to seal. griffin was but the protagonist of his own tell-tale heart story, yet aaron tolerated the dismemberment of whatever grew between the two of them. in the end, he also disowned it three times. people always changed, for the worse, for the better.

" this what you’ve been doing all afternoon? drinking? been to many of these fairs? " he clicked his tongue after the stream of interrogations. he took a sip of his own beer, which immediately took him back to griffin’s workplace — perhaps he needed to grow used to déjà-vus, or completely wipe out the memory of their first meeting. his exasperation cooled off just a little, although every instinct was telling him to ask relevant questions, instead of trying to fill in the awkward silence with frivolity. aaron felt trapped in the consensual play pretend. this evasion was closely related to lying, and it took a heavy toll on his state of mind. however, any confrontation had proved to be futile, since griffin would never admit to it.

today would not be his lucky day either. this truth was meant to remain buried.

#&&. and who is willing to destroy a piece of his (own heart)#&&. qrffin #oof... let's pretend ik how to write

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#&&. i'm nobody nowhere we just blow it up (blow it out)

smthngod:

you see, vincent didn’t know if he really believed in “mindfullness” or “being balanced”. life was too fucking rich to remain balanced. if his heart wasn’t breaking and his knuckles weren’t hitting at every turn, he somehow felt like wasn’t really listening. most days went through him like a shadow, like he couldn’t hold onto them and their mindfulness for even an hour. but this one grasped him and it felt like it would never let go. all it took was his father’s phone call, the words mother and church dropped like it didn’t rip vincent apart over and over again. he thought it was selfish of the old man, selfish wanting to see his son step into holy halls again when he had shedded that image a long time ago. at first, it startled him, then it made him nervous, then angry. the most familiar feeling in the world, rage. the primordial emotion that sends heat into his veins, the oldest story he had known. god beware anyone who would cross him. a lot of things aligned that evening. first, he had to be properly upset. check. then the idiotic decision to go outside and pick up a pizza from his favorite pizza place, check. ultimately, the presence of another figure, check. it didn’t take much to gain vincent’s unwanted attention. in fact, it didn’t take anything at all. maybe he imagined the funny look he had received, maybe he did actually get looked at. whatever the case was, vincent felt like fighting and was determined to get the fight he waas looking for. “problem?” he asked, leaning against his car that was parked in front of the pizza place, arms crossed like street belonged to him. / / @leemniscatus

aaron's freelancing involved long periods of spare time in the absence of work. he never seemed to mind, since he always found a way to keep himself on the move. it was the need to remain busy, or permanence would kill him otherwise. for this same reason, he rarely quit photography. after a day well-spent in company of his camera, he headed down to one of his favorite restaurants in st. clementine. pizza with crisp crust and piled high toppings sounded like an excellent selection. aaron, self-declared carnivore, chose to keep part of his entire dish, featuring beef, sausage, pepperoni and salami for dinner. cooking was definitely not his hobby. the server handed him the meal and he left, quite delighted. his smile grew bigger once he stepped out.

when the stranger raised the minimal question, he snorted in amusement. followed by an entertained ohhh. plain-spoken little thing. maybe the second adjective did not qualify, considering the other male was a few inches taller. he never saw height, or anything really, as a reason to back down, quite the opposite — trials brought out the best (the courage, the vehemence) in him. he decided to take a closer look and he was able to recognize the challenger, one of the customers that had left the establishment before him. aaron’s heavy stare was evident on the patron, whose attitude turned out to be even more noticeable. someone looking for trouble, without doubt. easy to spot and to identify with. he could give him that.

“ looks like you might be the one with the problem. still hungry ? was your pizza cold ? “ he shook his neatly packed box of leftovers, its sound was both an invitation and a provocation. then, aaron threw the small carton at the man before him.

#&&. and who is willing to destroy a piece of his (own heart)#&&. smthngod

rileyseung:

━ “MAYBE A FEW DECORATED COOKIES is something you’d like ?” riley asked cutely and pointed to the plates filled with different types of cookies ( sugar cookies, chocolate chip, peanut butter, caramel, everything really ), most of them with an assortment of stars, suns, flowers and hearts on them in sticky icing. “mrs johnson let me decorate them myself. the first few look a little sad, but most of them are really cute !” they poked at one of the plates, pushing it more toward the middle ( where the prettiest cookies always was, though riley figured they should let all the cookies have an opportunity in the middle ). a sun smiled up at them, and it made the mood even brighter. “or maybe some pastries, but those aren’t as happy as mine.” they were not pouting. “but everything tastes amazing, so you have to pick on your own !”

aaron hummed along the descriptions. little did they matter, since he had already set his eyes on a dessert. his fingers hovered over a tray of cookies, granulated sugar passed as their decoration, possibly the most simple in appearance. he contemplated which biscuit to have a taste of, believing in riley's words about the amazing baked goods. while he did not have a sweet tooth, aaron enjoyed satisfying dishes — his mother's recipes were one of the very few home memories he was fond of reminiscing. without requesting permission to take it, he went after the snack that they signaled. right in the middle. as if the motion had triggered his subconscious, and took a bite. said cookie was filled with a peculiar sense of comfort, or perhaps sucrose ready to cause a high. although, it could simply be explained by the intentions behind the maker; their influence reflected on their every creation.

“ these are fine, riley. more than fine... exquisite ? " he spoke with his mouth full of food. " maybe i'll start visiting the bakery. “

#&&. and who is willing to destroy a piece of his (own heart)#&&. rileyseung #DSFHBHJSDF SORRY FOR THE EXTREME WAIT

qrffin:

BROKEN BOYS HAD HEARTS, TOO. it took griffin almost 22 years to understand the weight of what it meant, for whilst his demons of anger and sadness always accompanied him, he had never let anything else in — not until aaron had come around. his intensity had torn down walls griffin had spent years building, and it had been a violent kind of loving: like coming up for air after being close to drowning ( and drowning was all kieran had ever known; but he was no longer that boy ).

aaron’s touch was the revolution, but it was toxic. still, griffin believed he could breathe anything, to some point, even the smoke that billowed out of broken hearts and fragmented souls. part of him had believed they could heal each other, and that in the end they’d find a way to become whole, but theirs was a love story intertwined with a tragedy, and all heroes suffered sacrifices.

everyone wanted the sweetness, but no one stayed for the aftertaste.

this was for the better, griffin tried to convince himself that this was for the better, even if his heart ached to be that close — to have him again. the boy told lies: they came like pearls on a string, lie after lie after lie, but there had never been any doubts when it came to his feelings for the other male. maybe that was part of what had driven him away in the first place. this was the closest to being close they could be without tearing themselves apart in order to patch the other up.

broken boys had hearts too, but that didn’t mean the breaking was any easier.

griffin always came back to that: the drowning. it was how he found himself sitting by the only stand that served alcohol, and his lukewarm beer tasted nothing. even when aaron sat down next to him did the boy keep his facade ( don’t, griffin. don’t let him: see flushed cheeks, hear roaring heartbeats, feel the burning longing for his touch ). «needed a drink too ?»

closed ⤷ @leemniscatus.

the usual question, the ordinary gesture.

it would be a mistake to fall victim of such commonplace, however, he chased after the familiar without second thoughts. in his eyes, griffin held the image of affable bartender well, even outside the workplace. beneath his cultivated façade, the veneer of a different boy was hidden. and, oh, did aaron love to make it come out. once, he took pleasure in the fact that he could behold the spider web disentangle. he saw the mask crack under the harsh light issued by him. dazzling in the most violent way, aaron presented himself to the world. his particular destruction marked by a titanic explosion. an expanding and fast-moving shock wave, but back then, griffin never looked away. icarus and the sun.

while he came off as a bolt of lightning to the brain, hazy and wild, aaron fell for the other boy at a gradual pace. ever so slowly, for moon’s layers were equal in number to the celestial bodies adorning the night sky. it was in the absence of light where the big reveal happened. griffin looked wondrously different, all concealed wrath available for him to see. beckoned to the dark, their ghosts showed up to play after sunset. in the secret intimacy, they drank more than stolen bottles from the bar, the blood of each other’s hearts, to the verge of exsanguination. still, the refusal to classify their relationship status was omnipresent.

with time, and perhaps good sense, griffin prevented aaron from flying too close to him. he dared to hint at the possibility of ruination, like they had not walked through hell before, hand in hand. nothing can kill me. he murmured in a prayer, confident of his resilience. what was there to damage? the younger boy’s apparent fear resulted in his vexation. when the break-up (to give it a name) was declared, he could only fight back with hurt. a deadly nothing. they were nothing. nothing, but a temporality. although no strings ever attached them, the need to instill mutability in griffin never left, among other habits. thus, aaron chose to revisit their tradition of drinking together.

“ every day with my morning newspaper, you know it. “

#&&. and who is willing to destroy a piece of his (own heart)#&&. qrffin #sad that i made you wait a week for this huh? gtg hun!#also fck u @ tumblr editor

rileyseung:

NOT EVERYONE ENJOYED working on their birthday, but had early riley found that they didn’t mind at all. it was either being with people at work, or being with people at home, and neither of them made much of a difference, in their opinion. so they found themselves in the middle of the fair, sitting behind a little booth filled with various cookies and other pastries that they’d brought from the bakery to be sold at the fair. their day had been filled with happy birthday’s and well wishes and more than a few cookies sold. during lunch the crowd thinned out a little bit, everyone going for a meal rather than a sweet snack. riley didn’t mind the quiet, and spent a few minutes looking through their phone before a shadow fell over their booth. “hello,” the said, sunny smile already in place before they saw who it was. “oh, aaron ! did you want to buy anything, or were you just passing by ?”

╰♡ ft. @leemniscatus

the hustle and bustle of st. clementine’s inhabitants gathered under the warm sunlight instilled a sense of liveliness in him, something akin to what london and its urbanity once awakened. of course, in the end, aaron could not compare the ferris wheel to the eye on the south bank of the river thames. still, he chose to attend the traditional fair and explore, for his need was to always be on the move. while walking around, it hit him, the smell of globby paste turned into hot cookies. such distinct aroma led his mind to the local bakery, and he found himself pleased at the sight of the booth selling creations from the oven. in his mind, the very act of cooking (or baking), was genius — especially, considering the fact that he never showed interest in learning how to make everything come together in unison. he mastered the opposite. where he discovered sweetness, he also spotted riley. they came hand in hand.

“ hey, riley ! i was on my way to try my aim with darts and balloons, but now that you’re offering… what do you recommend ? "

#&&. and who is willing to destroy a piece of his (own heart)#&&. rileyseung

o hello !

#&&. ooc #st.intro

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