exhale..

when it HURTS YOU, it hurts me too. BUT LET'S BELIEVE IT. it might be okay tomorrow morning. there's a fire BLAZING in the shadows, & I don't know a thing about the way it moves, but it burns me up when i LET YOU DOWN. i know where you are, home alone with the tv on— i'm SHAKING DOWN THE LEAVES, i'm CALLING FOR RELEASE. &i'm a little bit mixed up right now.

[redtasted]

closed / @lodgesung

THE WEIGHT OF THE NIGHT PRIOR lied heavy on max’s shoulders, yet here he faced the temptation of normalcy; avoidance. he doesn’t actually owe alexander anything, if one were to think about it objectively. but alex was apart of his soul,  and as far as max was concerned, they were linked, making keeping anything from alexander feeling like a grand, exhausting task. it was something he had learned to master in terms of what max felt was protecting his well being and perhaps his own as well, but this time felt unique. this time, there was a communal feeling in the air.

oddly, sitting felt misplaced, so maximus hovers by a wall opposite of the other and leans against it, arms crossed. “you know,” he begins, almost regretting filling the once still air with his own voice. “..something.. something definitely.. happened last night.” he’s looking at alexander in increments, eyes feeling like they’ll burn out if placed on his lover for any longer than a few seconds. 

this time, though, he does attempt to hold their gaze but his eyebrows furrow with it, somewhat awkward and sheepish, chin dipped. “i just wanted to, uhm, let you know that i think it would be good to talk it over.” this was ridden with assumption, but based on the current track record of those who consumed anything that night, he can’t rule out much. then again, they didn’t owe each other anything. his next words come out similar to how he’d speak to a patient, “if only to find a little clarity, maybe rid ourselves of some awkwardness.”

[redtasted]

lodgesung‌:

a suggestive spell, like the one the potions in the food cast, only took you so far, especially when watered down. alexander could have gone throughout the night in blissful ignorance, just living for the kisses and the cuddles, wherever he was to get them from was irrelevant as long as he had a man holding him in bed. but that man, thankfully, turned out to be maximus. his beloved maximus, the one man he wanted to have forever. that sensation, that oh so familiar sensation of having been bitten, and now being held against his lover’s bare torso…it strung a chord inside alexander. for just one moment, that sugarcoat that clouded his brain dissipated. bits of it banished with the bite, but it wasn’t until the aftermath came that he truly felt the spell wear off- not completely, it was powerful magic after all. but the human brain was just as powerful, arguably much more complex. and that was a human brain, mind you. a witch’s one was not as easy to curse.

the hand on his skin was what prompted alex to open his eyes again, green irises fixed on the wall his head was facing in their bedroom. their bedroom, how stupid - max’s bedroom. but that’s where the familiarity kicked in, and it hit hard. there was a time where they would live together, alexander wearing a mask while deceiving maximus into loving him. but that mask was gone, and yet the scene played out frame by frame, just in a new background. the witch’s smile was gone, and obviously didn’t want to show that to his lover. he simply snuggled himself against the strong body, not minding a bit the chill. he wanted to warm him up, he wanted to give him all the love and warmth max had given him once. and, after everything…still did. a lazy, quiet question, one he thought he knew the answer of, but that part of him that was still enchanted by the cake begged to hear it come from those beautiful lips anyway. maximus loved paul dwight once, but…

“max…do you love me?”

THE QUESTION EVOKED a draw of breath, hopefully quiet, but sudden in nature. it wasn’t the answer that was the issue, no, he loved alexander to lengths unknown & that was something that never seemed to waver in the guaranteed uncertainty of life. it was the weight surrounding that promise that frightened maximus. god, he loved alexander in ways even his enhanced, experienced form couldn’t muster enough to accurately express. it was the kind of love that easily overwhelmed, beckoned disbelief, and entirely challenged who you were. how could he express that with a quaint ‘yes’? the thought of alex misunderstanding the weight of how he felt, seemed like an insufferable fate.

he resents his current inability to seem happier. “alex,” he begins, still figuring out the taste of that newfound name on his tongue. his head lolls back and forth to himself as he scrambles for the right words, considering, gazing at the ceiling among other vague places in between. “..i love you in ways that terrify me.” maximus decides. he thinks about all that time spent, bent over this idea that one day he’d reunite with this glimmering concept of a man he once loved and cherished, and he remembers that feeling of loss and how much it felt like a dagger to his heart and back. he thinks of all those things he’d never dare tell his lover, in fear of sprouting guilt or a sense of dangerous obligation. he supposed it was exactly love that caused that urge for restraints in order to protect someone else above yourself. his next words are said with a light bout of familiarity-evoked laughter, “i love you in ways that exceed who i’ve always been. stubborn and relentless,”

he traces circles on their skin as he continues, glancing around the room with leisure. “you’ve always come to me in this particular way.. a way that is entirely unavoidable to me.” a pause, “even when we’re apart.. i think of you, and then i look at you and i just know. it’s like i’ve found this one thing that makes everything else so much easier to understand.” he worries about the severity of that, and how that would come off. either way, he finds himself going on. “i think i wasn’t prepared to lose that so suddenly, but i never once stopped loving that person i knew.” is said with a certain confidence, yet he’s quick to correct himself on one account; “the person i know.”

[redtasted]

lodgesung‌:

how did i get so lucky? alexander asked himself that very same question. every morning since that faithful night happened. a night he feared would end in his ultimate heartbreak, but instead lead to a withering romance to sudden bloom. maximus being that ray of sunshine that melted alexander’s coldest winter into the most beautiful spring. the gentleness of the hands holding him, the adoration that shone in those bewitching blue eyes. if alex didn’t know better, he’d just assume it was an angel right there. holding him, taking good care of him while the world around them burned. maximus was his angel.

after the playful storm of kisses, while the vampire held him by his back, alexander allowed himself to drop his body back onto the man’s torso, head turning sideways so a cheek was resting on the broad chest beneath him. 

“you did…i guess i could use a little nap.” alexander giggled, sighing as he closed his eyes for a moment, just for him to feel everything around him. even if he wasn’t warm, the witch found comfort in laying like this with the vampire, his arms wrapping tightly around the strong frame, lips stretching as a yawn escaped alex. “hold me, please…” his demand was quiet, followed with a gentle kiss to the closest patch of skin he could find. legs followed arms, bare thighs tangling with the vampire’s clothed ones, seeking to be as close to him as he could. almost afraid that anyone could come and pull him away. he trusted one thing though. maximus wouldn’t permit it. and that thought kept him smiling like a fool.

THERE WAS A PARTICULAR GUILT in drinking from your lover. maximus always found it to be a meaningful exchange, but considering his lack of usual compassion from tonight, it left him with a lingering feeling that was anything but sweet; much unlike the rarity of his lover, willing and adoring. he wears it now when alexander isn’t looking  —  a falter in his expression. something devastated and realizing, like coming down from a high in small increments. when alexander closes his eyes, maxmimus watches the soft flutter behind his lids with something of a heavy heart. and all at once, he never wanted to take a single drop of life from him again.

it’s as if a mask haD slipped off the skin of his face, and all that made up his world caving in along with it. like his conscience had finally submerged from a long, deep sleep at the bottom of an inky body of water; a prisoner set free. the contrast of their body temperatures really settles in then like a metaphor laced with irony, and maximus aches with the fact that he cannot even offer the minimal comfort of warmth to his precious lover. he took, and he patched but in his eyes, he couldn’t give half as much back. their demand breaks him from his train of thought, brows lifting with the suddenness he found about it. lips part to speak but he only nods, somewhat to himself, and drapes an arm across the expanse of his lover’s shoulder blades despite what ailed him internally, miserably. max’s legs slot and intertwine with theirs with what felt like a silent greed, and he watches his own fingers slowly trace the smooth of his skin, freckled and perfect. he tries not to think about what he took, and it proves to take a type of monstrous strength that he just didn’t have anymore. 

[redtasted]

lodgesung‌:

to his lover’s orders, alexander obliged, stretching out his neck and presenting the bite marks that remained on it. the pressure he applied to the bandage pad made the witch wince a little, the fresh cuts aching still when touched. but soon they were patched and everything was fine. “i wouldn’t be happy at all.” the blunt confession was followed by a tight embrace, alex climbing on top of his lover and laying his chin on the fluffy chest. a few kisses peppered across it. “i wouldn’t like you to feel ill, not tonight. or ever.” to the fingers lifting up his chin, the witch’s response was a soft caress to his max’s gorgeous face, thumb tracing his cheekbone while his eyes got lost in seas of blue. my boy, such a simple petname, and yet it made alex’s heart pound against his lover’s body. a gentle sigh escaping parted lips, while his jaw was held up by that wonderful man.

“what i’m thinking about?” alexander pursed his lips, eyes looking up as he tried to put his answer together. any sound judgement was out of the window the second he brought a bite of vanilla cake to his mouth, cuddles and kisses being everything he could think about. all they needed was a man to deliver them, and that’s when max came to him. max cuddling him, max kissing him, loving him all night long, every night. “you. you are all i can think of. your face, your arms, your lips, all you.” green eyes were gawking at maximus once again, crawling up to kiss the vampire’s nose before attacking both cheeks the same way.

MAXIMUS LOOKS DOWN below at his lover, with the type of innocence ridden love that great artists wrote sonnets about. and if maximus had such a skill, he’d right about the way alex’s eyes wander as he thinks, or the way his voice changes when he’s letting out an affectionate admission. the way he spoke to maximus felt akin to the sensation of receiving a gift, perched and wrapped, utterly thoughtful.

he’s got one hand grazing the side of his lover’s cheek, then carding through his hair and eventually settling comfortably somewhere nearest the back of his neck; and he’s looking at him like he hung the stars & encouraged the birds to sing each morning. he’s starting to think it’s not a far fetched idea, “how did i get so lucky?” it’s unclear if he’s asking himself or the air around them, but the words seemed beyond him  — nearly unintentional yet incredibly sincere like a sudden, desperate embrace. maximus finds himself laughing at the flutter of affection, kisses to his cheeks, like kitten licks or diamonds, small yet precious. two hands clasp onto his lower back, rubbing there lightly and attempting to steady the other man. “my love,” he begins, taking their actions in stride but attempting to catch their eyes with his own. “aren’t you tired? i mean,” a short glance to their bandaged neck, “..i did quite a number on you, if you recall.”

[redtasted]

oliverrtwist‌:

A sober Oliver would’ve known that willingly offering himself up to someone he didn’t know or even trust wasn’t a smart move, but his usual concern for his safety wasn’t important anymore in his intoxicated mind. All that mattered now was that he was getting the attention that he wanted and he wasn’t about to let anything interfere with that, especially not when the person he was receiving it from was so attractive. “Doesn’t matter to me, I can’t hear either way,” Oliver shook his head with a drunken giggle and then took the hand offered to him. "Just lead and I’ll follow.“

WITH THEIR VERBAL consent, a smile spreads as he’s carefully guiding them by hand through the flurry of curious sound and color residing within the room. max’s gaze is searching intently for a spot; there’s an empty corridor, but it’s the threshold to another room filled with occupied guests. he crosses that out. then, he spots an empty room with the door cracked (seemingly just used for something likely unethical), which seems to be a storage closet. well, it’s not a room at the top but it’d have to do.

the trip there is short and swift, and if anything, he’s just thankful that there happens to be a window inside the small room. shutting the door comes next, then it’s onto gently pressing the other against a wall devoid of decoration (though, he does have to kick aside a broom or two to give them space). “tell me what you want,” he says, slightly breathless. to maximus, it seems like a kindness before the storm. “anything. anything, and it’s yours.”

[redtasted]

You're so hot. Do you want any pets?

“that’s very kind. as for pets, though the idea irks me, i’d like to rescue someone for lack of a better word. y’know, from bad conditions.”

[redtasted]

hey...how you doin'?

“sup…”

[redtasted]

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lodgesung‌:

“but i didn’t bring my pyjamas,” a smirk curls where there was a softer smile at first. “you will have to lend me yours.” the witch answers with a sing-song tone to his voice, missing the times when he would use the vampire’s clothes for the sake of it. even with the most expensive pieces of garment, hand-tailored exclusively for him, he would find himself walking around their apartment with whatever maximus tossed away the day before, just to have his scent with him throughout the day. so it was an understatement to say alexander was thrilled to be wearing his lover’s pyjamas for bed. sleeping next to him, in his bed. god, he was back into his life. and this time, nothing would make him leave.

from the bed, alexander admired his lover undressing. in his sugarcoated estate, all he could do was think of how perfect he was. not how hot, how sensual, just how perfect every single detail of him was. the muscles, the hair, there was something to gawk at when it came to maximus. he couldn’t wait to rest his head on the soft chest, have his body wrapped by those strong arms. it was like a dream come true. alexander’s heart thumping louder as he came closer, his smile promptly returning after his lips pursed to give his sweet vampire a peck to the nose. his hand reaching out to hold max’s, lacing their fingers together. “the happiest.” he muttered, leaning on for a kiss but stopping himself as his lover spoke again. “…okay. you’re the sweetest man, did you know?” so caring, so concerned. alex was simply enchanted by his lover’s everlasting attention. so he dropped his head onto the pillow, waiting for his charming prince to come back and clear his wound.

LEANING OVER TO A SIDE TABLE, where inside you could find handy bandage wraps (admittedly, it’s not the first time he’s had a bitten lover of sorts in his cold bedroom). sitting up on the bed, he’s carefully peeling back a small bandage pad and turning to the other, “neck out, please. this’ll only take a second.” is said with a small smile & only a tad bit of urgency.

maximus smooths the bandage over his lover’s neck a few times over, securing it in place, and once he’s satisfied with his work, he pulls away, but not before patting their shoulder. “all done! tomorrow morning we’ll clean it with alcohol. i’d do it now, but then i woudln’t be able to lay with you and i have a little feeling that you wont be too happy about that,” he says, half mumbled at the end there. “the smell gives me headaches.” but he digresses. why was he still talking about this? he glances at alex and pauses for a moment, smile coming in slowly. a transition out of medical talk, “my boy,” he begins somewhat dreamily, a hand taking the underside of their chin lightly, squeezing the skin and bone there. 

he then feels a strange urge to question him, “tell me what you’re thinking about,” he says, tries to keep it more optional than demanding in tone. “what’s going on inside that head?”

[richardmaddendaily]

[redtasted]

lodgesung‌:

oh, right. vampire bites were not hickeys. alexander made a little pout, but soon regained that soft smile he had going on. “oh, max. you’re always so concerned about me, it’s the most romantic thing.” the suggestion is received with a peck to the scratching cheek, nuzzling it for a moment. it was like a kitten, a softy kitty who just had their bowl of milk and wanted to be scratched and pampered. so naturally, alexander was rather disappointed when his lover moved away, bringing a pout where there used to be a smile. he was about to protest until he noticed maximus just separated from him to begin undressing, an idea which alex welcomed with his smile coming back to place. “oh, we are getting nakey!”

the blazer was quickly tossed away, placed upon a nearby chair before he began undoing the buttons of his shirt, almost forgetting he still had the bow tie to get rid of. “this what?” alex looks up with clueless eyes, lips parted as he expected an answer from his lover. “done what, by who? stop being silly.” with a chuckle of his own, the witch shook his head and continued to discard one garment after another. soon enough, he was completely bare. he didn’t even wait for maximus before he skipped over to the bed, crawling on the bedspread before pulling down the sheets and sneaking inside of them. the cold fabric against his skin making him gasp, just staring at his lover with a pout, begging for his company.

THE DISCARDING OF THEIR CLOTHES begins and ends in a whirlwind of sorts, their go-lucky ambition was admirable, he thought. seeing his lover in this particular way was both charming and questionable; but he couldn’t bring himself to be the cause of the falter in his smile again. so, he’d let it be as it was, just as he was allowing himself to be as he was. taking on new sensations in stride. “nakey,” he echos, feeling the juvenile nature of the word. “i was thinking more along the lines of pajamas.” maximus naturally takes on a more protective role now, yet he’s almost sure the clarification is just a pebble thrown against alexander’s giddy, steel wall.

this time, he doesn’t prod. “..you know what, we’ll talk about it another time. sound good?” is said simply as he finally undoes the last button of his dress shirt, and rids himself of it in a few swift movements. then he’s walking off for a moment to set the blazer and dress shirt aside, and once he does, his slacks come next. down to the briefs, it’s not long before he pulls a pair of long, plaid pajama pants from his drawers and returns to the bed with them tugged on. he looks at his bedded lover with endeared eyes and a loose grin, “turn that frown around, cupcake.” he said, the latter end of it strained as it was said amidst climbing onto the bed from the end of it, slipping inside the duvet beside alexander. face turns, “happy now?” then a pause, conversational desperation sinks in, “..and will you please let me patch those prick marks?”

[redtasted]

masteramroth‌:

Cerin grabbed another glass of wine.  Lifting the glass to his lips, the light elf scanned the room.  There was something about the wine tonight, a certain lingering after taste that caught the light elf by surprise.  A kind of tangy sweetness that turned bitter and burned his throat as it made its way down.  Despite the twinge of pain it left behind, Cerin found himself drinking more and more of the dark liquid.  Cerin squinted as he looked at his newest companion.  The light elf thought, after five centuries, men would comment on something other than his present lack of company.  “No.” He answered, rolling up his cocktail mountain.  “While I’d happily eat your ass like a Christmas ham, I don’t care to have you eat my liver with a nice Chianti. Thank you.”

FACADE CRACKED, a wonderful, genuine smile spreads in suit of their words. it only makes whatever ailed him growl with more fervor, clawing at his stomach from the inside out. still, he’s trying to find a cool to maintain. after a moment, he speaks, face quite amused. “livers are overrated,” he decides, arms crossing.

go for broke, as they say. “..i’m more of a neck man myself.” 

[redtasted]

oliverrtwist‌:

“Hmm…I might be? Why? Do you want to change that for me, handsome?” Oliver stared up at the man with doe eyes and his head tilted curiously, the smile on his face innocent and sweet but the flirtation evident in his tone. It was only a moment ago that the elf had wanted the exact opposite of what he told the man, content with sticking to the shadows to avoid drawing attention to himself, but had oddly changed his mind once he had downed a glass of water. Not long after that did he start to feel loose, giggly, flirtatious and unbelievably horny with a hint of that familiar craving for someone’s attention all wrapped into one. And dear god did he hope this man would be willing to give it to him. “Yeah, I’ll do whatever you want if you keep looking at me like that.” It was one that was filled with a hunger Oliver had never seen before and he suddenly felt an unbearable need to satisfy it if that was what would please the man.

WHEN HIS MISCHIEF IS RETURNED, that satisfaction makes a sure home on his face. their seeming innocence puts a compelling taste hovering at the tip of his tongue, begging to be indulged. he was never one to shy away from a reasonable opportunity, “whatever i want, huh?” he humors the idea, wonders if the other man understands the weight of that. wonder if he wonders what intentions he has himself.

that’s when he offers out a hand, “i ask in the least terrifying way possible,” he begins, half chuckling, then quieting. “..care to follow me somewhere more quiet?”

[redtasted]

lodgesung‌:

surprisingly enough, in all the time he knew maximus lived in linvale, alexander hadn’t ask once where he lived. max just popped into his shop every now and again since they found each other, it was their silently established meeting spot. so seeing where the vampire lived intrigued alex a lot, and when the door opened, he was not surprised to see how classy it looked. it wasn’t nearly as big or elegant as their flat in france was, but then again one couldn’t simply compare. he followed him to the bedroom, his steps giddy and eager for what was to come. hopefully his lover still kept good blankets, the ones they’d use for those parisian winters.

“it’s beautiful. like its owner.” alexander bit on his lower lip, cheeks feeling warmer as a soft hue of pink tainted them. naturally flirtatious demeanour remained, but now it was awkward and coy. fluffy. the witch’s arm swinging the vampire’s back and forth, like kindergarten boyfriends would. after maximus, he sat down on the mattress, bouncing on it a couple of times before scooting closer to the other. “it’s fine. i like being marked by you.” without waiting longer, he rested his head on his lover’s shoulder. a few kisses placed on it while still clothed. “it marks me as yours. and i like that. it’s cute.” 

his eyes close briefly while there are kisses being planted on the pads of his blazer-clad shoulders. he gives himself a moment to understand how he was feeling; the strength of his hunger was still there but much more manageable now that he had fed (and witch’s blood was probably the equivalent of about thirteen non-magical beings). “THAT’S A VERY CHARMING sentiment, my love,” he begins eventually, continuing after a slow, steady inhale. his answer comes out laced within the exhale, “..but i’m more concerned about it becoming infected.” there’s a small laugh paired with a smile of the same size at the end there when he turns to him, just at their ridiculousness. it settles in a bit just exactly what he had done; fed from his lost lover. brought him to his home. christ. 

regretfully, he gently shys away from the other’s touch so that he could stand & undress. his blazer is the first to go, draped over his arm for the time being; the dress shirt still clad underneath was the same crisp white color. “i’ve never seen you this,” he observes at random, looking at alex as he begins to unbutton his dress shirt without glancing away. there’s a humor growing on his face now, amused. “..god, what have they done to you?” he’s not particularly upset at all when he speaks.

[redtasted]

lodgesung‌:

a kiss. it was all he needed, and he got it. alexander smiled against his lover’s lips, eyes closed as he returned the smooch lovingly, not even minding the metallic taste of the remains of his own blood. all he could think of were the hands touching him, the lips kissing him. maximus. that was the only thing that mattered to him.

“but i’d much rather taste your lips all day.” as if he was a sweet puppy, alexander’s tongue peaked out and gave his max’s lips a tiny lick, chuckling a little, and a little more when he felt the attack on his cheeks. he just smiled a foolish smile as he took in all the compliments. his max, the man of his dreams, holding him and kissing him again and again. he’d much rather be in a mattress, with several blankets and pillows around them, but he wasn’t about to complain. he just enjoyed the affectionate gestures, the sincere words, and that beautiful face now presented to him. to see maximus smile, after everything they had gone through, was a miracle he never got tired of. that toothy grin, fangs and all, alex treasured it like nothing else. “as i do. i love you, maximus,” he whispered, his hand squeezing the other as they kissed once again, the witch humming in pleasure while he let his body lean closer to his beau. “for you, anything. no need to ask twice.”

—

BURSTING THROUGH THE DOOR of his own home, sleek & modernly furnished, entirely lived in, his keys (noisily) find a home on the counter with a clank, and, while holding his lover’s hand, guides him to his bedroom. what you’d find there is a king size bed with two black side tables (admittedly, he doesn’t do much sleeping so it’s been made up and at a stand still for a while). he opens up the door and is hit with ac-chilled air, and a certain chic stiffness. 

he pauses for a moment. “..surprised there’s not cobwebs in here,” is said in passing; it’s moreso said to himself than anything. there’s a determination in the way he guides them both inside, his hand still capturing alex’s, walking them around the bed. he lets go of him once they meet the mattress, and gestures to it so that if he wished to sit, he may. “i..” he starts, glancing at their neck with a certain blushing remembrance, hand scratching his own sheepishly. “should get you a bandage for that.”

[redtasted]

rvrysvng‌:

“wasn’t trying to be, curly fry. but a man who still acts like he’s in the ye old times is pretty sad. do you reminisce about the old times while waking in someone’s basement in one of your creepy d&d sessions or are you more creative than that?” he smirked, rolling his eyes at the other. “you do realize that the whole English accent thing was only became a thing because your people wanted to differentiate themselves from the people that were now living in America. Didn’t you live through that time or did you gloss over it in the history books, sugar?” he grinned. “I’m already a pet, it’s not like I’ve got a lot to live for.”

A PAINED EXHALE emits from maximus, eyes shutting briefly with it. “i’m.. going to ignore how deeply flawed that information is and let you have whatever it is you were trying to gain from it.” a smile blooms again in quick succession, forcing himself to move on.

“i’m not going to indulge you any further.” he says, a brow quirking with suddenness, “well, i did plan to. though i’ll have you know, the blood of young men desperately seeking validation through un-creative jabs always comes with a less than ideal aftertaste.” a chuckle sounds from him, surprisingly genuine. he was deeply humored, after all. “i’m glad we had this chat before i courted you for a bite.” 

[redtasted]

rvrysvng‌:

rory was watching the night unfold right before his eyes, seeing the plan that someone concocted take life before his very eyes before a man begins to near him and he’s quick to keep his guard up, eyes scanning the other before the man finally spoke up. “i can take care of myself,” he mused, trying to deflect the question as best as he could, looking elsewhere. “you do realize that you sound super creepy and almost vicorian in this modern day and age? get a life, get a clue, and get over it. alright dude, this whole nosferatu thing you’ve got going in it ain’t cute.”

DISTASTE REPLACES DESIRE, a step forward regardless. “you’re not nearly as endearing as you think you are,” is said to begin, brows creasing & he finds himself smiling at their observation. yet they’re not wrong, is the thing.

still, it’s unlike him to prod with strangers. everything in the night thus far was unlike him, “being verbally poised is timeless,” he says, leaning in slightly, but within the distance.“..but being disrespectful is never valued.” a tight, shit-eating smile follows suit, as he stands once more to his full height. “if all your comparisons come from movies, darling, you’re going to lead a very disappointing life.”