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@reveried
HE Ā WAS Ā STARING Ā AT Ā HIS Ā HANDS Ā WITH Ā HOODED Ā EYES Ā AND Ā A Ā THIN , Ā ANGRY Ā FROWN . Ā THEY Ā WERE Ā BLEEDING , Ā Ā HIS Ā KNUCKLES Ā ; Ā THEY Ā WERE Ā BLEEDING Ā SO Ā MUCH , Ā Ā THERE Ā WAS Ā SO Ā MUCH Ā RED Ā & Ā DIRTIED Ā BLACK . Ā Ā IT Ā MADE Ā ME Ā WONDER Ā HOW Ā SOMETHING Ā SO Ā BRAVE Ā COULD Ā BE Ā SO Ā FRAGILE . Ā Ā OR Ā IS Ā IT Ā THE Ā OTHER Ā WAY Ā AROUND Ā ? Ā Ā / Ā Ā ind. Ā pjo Ā original , Ā Ā penned Ā by Ā aiden .
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i know no one follows me here anymore but i rlly love love love @foundgold my becca bear < 3 if ANYONE sees this pls give her a look . iāve known her for almost two years & she is one of the best writers & best & nicest people i will ever meet <3 always puts others needs before her own <3 sheās a blessing to this world <3
*la reverie effort #452345 to get this blog back up & running but i miss av so much & now that summer is here i feel so so so free & like i can finally breathe again n idk if anyone i used to write w is still here but if you'd like to get smtn goin like this & i'll make a little thing & hit u up for some plotting ?
{ beautiful eternity }Ā :
if there was but one Ā thing that Avery knew how to do BEST it was to Ā tease. he was such a WICKED little thing! the face of an angel with the mind ( and Ā predilection ) of a Ā d e m o n . he wore his guise well, the very EPITOME of innocence and it had been such Ā dirty Ā little tricks that Michael had first found himself COMPLETELY seduced. watching as he sucked upon himself ( wicked, Ā wicked Ā boy! ) Michael could do little but MOAN in delight at the Ā spectacle Ā he presented. he all too often believed that Avery had been the INVENTOR of seduction; certainly he would joke that he was Ā old enough. ā DANCE, hmm? is that an invitation to do so Ā here? or would you rather go out into the world and RISK a scene? ā all too often their games ended in Ā bloodshed, physical confrontation being the LEAST of their worries. turning on his side, he watched his belovedās continued Ā display Ā with a soft HUM of interest, head resting in a cupped hand.Ā
ā is that Ā how you saw me? DESPERATE to please the one who made me, Ā ravenous Ā for your approval? ā the recollection was not incorrect, but he did so ENJOY Averyās telling of the tale. Ā one thing had been Ā certain. since their first night together, Ā Avery had become his FAVOURITE addiction and one he was Ā completely incapable of living without. not that he would have it any other way. no, this might seem HELLISH to many, but to the vampire it was as close to Ā paradise as he was ever likely to get.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā a beautiful sight , the small male gently touching his slender stomach , the barely there shirt raising up over his chest . pulling his glistening finger from his lips he giggled softly before murmuring , ā you decide . i don't care where we go or if we stay as long as i'm with you . ā his words , honeysuckle sweet as he slipped one hand to rest on the other's inner thigh . his voice was soft , almost a whisper . . . as if anyone could hear the two vampires . Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā he could still remember their first night together , innocent lovemaking that's all it had been . but avery could tell by the look in the other's that an obsession had been planted in the other male's soul . avery was a tough addiction to break . Ā their eyes met again & avery let michael decide his next move . he adored when michael did things on his own impulses , avery could still see the human lusts & ravenous desires in his lover .
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā a slow nod & he smiled at the treasured memory . ā i still remember you . . . on my bed , covered in my blood & begging for more . ā pauses as he gazes affectionately down at his lover of old , ā you told me it was the best thing you had ever tasted . ā legs tangled between his lover's , he smiled at his michael , ā it was as if we were betrothed . . . so in love & you were so dedicated to me . . . only me . ā a new possessiveness in his soft , boyish , voice , turning to gaze out the window , the starlight was their friend , the moon ---- knew their deepest secrets . but truly . . . they only had each other .
@reveried
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nothing was more belovedĀ to the vampire than the one who made him all that he was. how could any other EVER hope to hold his heart when they had been at each otherās sides for close to 2000 years? Avery was one of the most ANCIENT vampires alive, one of the Ā first Ā of their kind. as such, theĀ POWER that was nested inside of his Ā fragile Ā looking form was dizzying. their TEASING never amounted to much; no matter which of them was the Ā instigator, they would always come home to one another. still, surely there was NO HARM in playing their little games, was there? certainly, the mortals who were Ā caught up Ā ( and often KILLED ) in the name of their passion would disagree, but Michael found himself Ā unable Ā to care.
as Avery sprawled over his chest a soft GROWL slid from parted lips as his eyes Ā fixed Ā upon the other, tongue reaching out to rest against the tip of a SHARPENED canine. ā whatās Ā wrong, darling? donāt want to play when you are not the SUBJECT of attention? ā pushing himself up on his elbows, he tilted his head, an entirely Ā wicked expression upon his face. but Averyās Ā worried Ā statement stirred his long DEAD heart, lips pressing to the corner of his belovedās with a shake of his head. ā do you think that I could find Ā anyone Ā who could ever CAPTIVATE me like you? my sire, you have Ā held my heart Ā ever since you gave me this SACRED gift. I am y o u r s . ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā his body arched , the tiny shirt he was wearing , raising up over his tummy . lashes fluttering & the corners of his lips tugged upward at noticing the other's gaze tracing his small frame . he was too young when he turned , the vampire who had found him had thought he was beautiful , had told him he wanted preserve that forever . & for a long time avery had been reliant on other's for his own joy & happiness . it had taken him too long to find joy in his powers , in his own successes . Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā but here he was now , still stunning & with a little more self love . lifting a hand to his lips to suck on the tip of his own finger gently , making sure their eye contact never breaks . ā michael . . . baby . ā purrs softly , ā i know you like to play games , but i want you to play with me . i wanna dance . ā purses his lips & bounces lightly upon the other's lap , ā what about some human food ? let's order something . ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā rolling off of the other to lay on his back next to his lover , he smiled distantly , ā i'm yours . . . always . ā reaches out to cup the other's cheep gently before tossing his hair out of his eyes . fingers glide over his own stomach gently , he pushed the fabric away , giggling gently . ā i remember when you were young to this . . . you were to eager to impress me . ā
{ take a sinner for a lover }Ā :
what wicked gamesĀ Avery plays! were it any other, Michael would have NO PATIENCE, but this was the being responsible for his very creation, his place in this world. had it not been for the intervention of the crafty little creature, Michael would have expired almost two full millennia ago. Avery PULLS at him and the beast growls Ā his response, the actions of the other doing little to satiate the LUST he felt whenever the other was near. it was Ā intoxicating, a heady rush that he was never able to rid himself of no matter how HARD he might have tried in the past. all roads led back here, to Ā this bed, where be BELONGED. he had been about to kiss him when the little HARLOT withdrew, skipping from their resting place as if this was all part of a Ā game. to Avery, a being whose age eclipsed that of Jesus Christ himself, life itself was no more than SPORT, something to occupy oneself with to keep the tedium at bay.
ā you wish to go into the town? ā sitting up, he scrubbed a hand over his face. they had Ā fed Ā for the evening and he had believed that their time would now be spent doing what they did BEST, but it seemed Avery had other plans in store for them. ā very well. but if I catch the eye of another, do not Ā blame me if I find my head turned for the night. ā ah yes. TWO could play at this game!
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā their little nest was all too familiar , to any human it was just a tidy little room with an all too messy bed ( they never were away from it for long ) . but to them it was every second , every moment together . it had held their first night together & had seen the pair at their worst ----- -- avery wouldn't trade this home for anything . Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā there was no doubting avery was one of the best , soft , beautiful , the years hadn't touched him . though beyond that , he knew his way with words , his powers were almost immeasurable . only demonstrated as within a blink of an eye , the small boy was pressed to the other once more , his pallid skin , laid bare and a possessive look in his deep blue eyes , ā they'll know you're all mine . ā hissing low as his hand presses to the other's defined chest .
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā brow arches as he lays upon the other's frame once more , head dipping to rest upon the other's shoulder . hand roaming his lover's form , ā perhaps our time is better spent . . . here . ā humming softly , the vampire pulls away once again , only to gaze into his michael's eyes once more , ā but i would fancy some wine . ā hinting saucily . though the games they played were dangerous , their love was an unbreakable one , so enraptured with one another , the world fell away when they were together . what could be better than an eternal love ? ā you could never leave my side . ā he whispers , tone : borderline questioning .
{ heart of gold }Ā :
there was little Ā that could be done when an IDEA came to Averyās mind. Michael had learned long ago that he was helpless Ā to resist his maker; even when he believed himself TRIUMPHANT Avās will would out in the end. in truth, he didnāt terribly mind. it was their Ā dynamic, one that WORKED for them and he could not imagine a better fate than so Ā completely Ā committing his will to the one he loved the most. a soft GROWL slid past plush lips as Avery nibbled at him, one hand coming to rest at the base of his sireās neck. ā tell me now, do you only wish to go so you can Ā flirt? drive me WILD with jealousy? ā it was a game that Heron liked to play, one that Michael would never Ā quite Ā be able to understand. ā you speak of us as though we are two ELDERLYĀ old crones, Ā incapable Ā of having fun. ā
stroking blonde curls back off his LOVELY countenance, Michael found himself Ā completely Ā overwhelmed by just how DEEPLY he loved the other. his life was a Ā dedication, a humble offering to an immortal being far GREATER than he would Ā ever Ā be. one who held him CAPTIVE, heart and soul.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā the bruises that stain each lover's skin a mark of possession , each as VICIOUSLY jealous . ( though avery would never dare admit it ) it surely doesn't take 200 years to recognize the twinge of jealousy in his soft , accented voice , or feel his hand tighten on michael's upper arm whenever a human chose the wrong man to flirt with . bursting into giggles that give him such a PERFECT impression of being i n n o c e n t . he slid his fingers through the other male's hair , tugging gently , if only to see michael bend once more to HIS will . ā oh i know who i belong to michael make no mistake of that . ā though his motive : undenied . ā speak for yourself , my love . ā mischievous smile still upon his soft features . his lover's age was blurred a LONG time ago , when centuries start to pass . . . numbers don't seem to matter any longer .
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā but you are as beautiful as the first time i saw you . ā a dreamy tone ghosts over him before he pulls away , sliding off of his lover's lap until his feet brush over the carpet , padding over to the window , leaning back against the wall , he had centuries in his mind , but only ONE day would he treasure more than all the others . ā cmon ! take me out michael ! ā
{ bound eternal }Ā :
for almost two centuries Ā they had lived like this, in such a state ofĀ ROMANCE that it would appear to the Ā outside world Ā as if their love was Ā n e w . never in his mortal lifetime had Michael fallen quite soĀ COMPLETELY for another. but Avery had shaken him to his Ā coreĀ and when the wicked little siren crooned to him all of the sweet promises of a life, a love, eternal he had WILLINGLY followed where he led. in their time together, his maker had learned to Ā play him Ā like a fiddle, how BEST to get his way even when Michael was in a Ā foul mood. now was no exception.
ā go out? with PEOPLE? ughā¦ ā one look Ā into those beautiful eyes, mingled with the soft CARESS of his fingers against his nape was all it took. ā very well, then. Ā where Ā do you want to go? ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā lips tug up into a triumphant grin , nothing but the sheets between them . their bodies , run off of stolen heat & borrowed time , pressed impossibly close . bending down to bite teasingly at his lover's neck . the smaller boy was VERY accustomed to getting his way , for too long had he run the world , his lover by his side , in his bed , on his arm , he was never without his michael . & michael ; never without his maker . teeth scratch harmlessly at skin and he mends imaginary wounds with warm presses of his soft , pink lips . pulling away to touch his forehead gently to another's ,
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā the city . . . i'd like to go to a restaurant . . . wanna show you off . ā he drawls out with temptation latching onto every quiver of his voice , he knew just the right things to say to steal michael away from his own thoughts . as much as michael belonged to him ----- avery belonged to michael . there was no doubting that the small boy was a flirt . . . with the sole purpose to feel michael's hand tighten around his waist , or to hear a darker tone upon his lover's voice . avery heron was truly wicked for the sake of love . ā i wanna dance michael ----- -- wanna dance like we used to . ā
@worserthoughts
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā pushing away from the other's frame , the small boy looked up at his lover , breaking away from the other's embrace . grinning as he tossed his soft blonde hair out of his eyes . ā michael . . . i wanna go out again . . . can we go out now ? ā reaching up to drag his fingertips over the back of his lover's neck , leaning in to kiss the corner of his lips gently . ā cmon don't you wanna take me out ? ā michael still tasted like blood & wine & everything avery found so addicting , everytime avery looked at this man it was like the first time . bold , chiseled , like no man he had ever seen . & perhaps it was selfish to steal him all for himself . . . turning him like that . but now ---- -- they lay together like every night since & the love they share surpasses all their sins .
worserthoughts :
reflecting upon Ā what it was that had led them to this moment, this rather Ā beautiful Ā impasse, Michael pondered what it WAS about him that had kept Avery coming back for more, even when he was at his very Ā worst. it was not in his nature to be a CRUEL man and yet this relationship had knocked him for six. he hadnāt felt this way since Giselle passed, hadnāt allowed it. foolishly, he had believed that he Ā understood Ā his sexuality. that this little affair was nothing more than a passing FIXATION that would be over soon enough. and yet the more he saw Avery, the harder it was becoming to form a picture of his life without him. it was infuriating. ā oh, I like the classics, yāknow? actually really miss this one we got back home, called lilt. tastes likeā¦I dunno. Ā grapefruit Ā I guess? just this really sweet tropical pop andā¦christ, I remember being SO PISSED after I came here and found out that America didnāt have itā¦havenāt thought about that inā¦so long. ā shaking himself from the memories of the past, he cleared his throat, already moving to do the drying up on INSTINCT. it was unusual indeed that he allowed any vulnerability Ā to show. his life before he came to America was such a DISTANT memory now. one that he tried to put behind him, though there were days, months even, when he longed to Ā escape Ā back to Ireland with Lucy. give her a fresh start back there, so far away from all of this. the soft PRESS of Averyās cheek to his bicep caused him to glance down, a small smile, a Ā true smile, upon his lips. ā yāknow, Iām real GLAD you came tāme, ā he confessed, leaning back against the counter and fixing Avery with a look ā youā¦are Ā far from what I was expectinā butā¦I guess life is NEVER quite what we want it tābe. ā chewing the inside of his cheek for a moment, he sighed ā mānot sure Ā knowinā Ā me is a wise idea for you though, Av. Iāmā¦ Iām not a GOOD MAN. not really. if I was, I woulda walked away from the club when Lucy was born. I woulda been there when her mamaā¦ ā wincing, he scrubbed a hand down his face, clearing his throat ā cāmon. Iāll show you tāyour room, where the shower is and all that jazz. getcha all SETTLED for the eveninā. ā
a Ā darkness Ā had poisoned the happy moment that they had been enjoying, thoughts of Giselle pushing their way back into the very FOREFRONT of his mind. how could he have thisā¦person, how even to DESCRIBE what they shared at this point was a mystery he could not quite muddle through, in her houseā¦he had to be out of his mind. pausing when they reached the stairs, he turned to Avery with a frown ā Iām not gonna say this twice butā¦yāmake me Ā happy. anā thatās more than I DESERVE, Av. ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā thumb rubs over the back of the other's hand and he felt safe pressed against the other's form . . . was it selfish to be here ? was he stealing this man from his tiny family ? ā you're a good father . . . believe me . i mean . . . i don't know much about it ---- -- ā clearing his throat and tipping his head to the side before clarifying , ā good father's i mean . . . ā shaking his head , his heart felt tugged down by something heavy . avery was a very emotional boy . . . even though he acted like a stone cold corner harlot . . . he was often found crying over something that tugged too hard on his heartstrings . michael was a master at tugging on avery's heartstrings . it was something about that tired looking face that could be so warm with love . Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā inhaling slowly , he leaned foreword & pressed his soft lips against the other's cheek , ā you deserve love . . . no matter what you've done . ā tipping his head back as their eyes meet .
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā presses his palm flattly against the other's chest and his soft smile dances against his pink lips . bare faced and gentle . . . it had been a long time since he had been in a h o m e . some place that made him feel so safe . usually avery and michael were cooped up in some hotel room . . . sometimes in the back of a car . ā don't make me cry michael . . . cmon show me upstairs . . . yeah ? ā slips his hand into the other's and takes a few steps up the stairs tugging the older male with him . mumbling softly , ā i still feel terrible taking the bed . . . i shouldn't --- -- really . ā arching a brow and turning to face the other , ā you sure . . . you sure she won't mind me ? ā
{ corruptable }Ā :
there were moments Ā when he looked so Ā vulnerable Ā it was hard to get a GRASP on what was happening. indeed, so Ā insidious was the situation that this time Michael did not withdraw from the TEASING touch āpon his thigh. Avery was shaking him up, slithering into his psyche without his knowledge and tempting him with ideas that had never even Ā crossed his mind Ā before now. yet was the concept really SO distasteful? if it was Ā just one night Ā then come tomorrow life would continue. God knows heād come here tonight in the hopes of FEELINGĀ something; perhaps this little Ā dalliance Ā would offer him the excitement heād been seeking. ā France, huh? never been. ā even after almost sixteen years in the States, his Irish lilt was still STRONG. ā came here māself as a lad. ā he murmured, close to sharing his Ā own tale of woe before rethinking it. some people paid prostitutes to hear their problems but to Michael they were ENTIRELY for function. half of the mc didnāt even know his story, why share it with anyone else? even Lucy knew Ā only what he had told her; dragging up the past was always the mostĀ FRUITLESS endeavor, when they had so much Ā present Ā to concern themselves with.Ā
ā but yeahā¦I mean, sāa BEAUTIFUL language. Ā romantic Ā and all that. āĀ without realizing it, he had shifted just a LITTLE closer. there had been other girls in the bar Ā vying for his attention tonight ( he was a REGULARĀ in these parts after all ) but they Ā paled in comparison to what Avery seemed to offer, with his pouting lips, coy personality and EXOTIC mannerisms. and heād drank Ā just Ā enough for this all to seem like an ENTIRELY plausible idea. ā whaddaya even Ā doinā Ā here with me? ā he asked softly.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā for now the touch was enough . . . for now the way their eyes met in the dimly lit club was enough . even for a dirty little whore like avery ---- -- he needed just a touch to tide him over . unlike the other's . . . avery was natural ---- he was soft pale skin , gentle curves , cherry stained lips and hair that made rumpelstiltskin jealous . Ā he was the one you wouldn't forget . . . the one that would haunt for you for a few days . like a hurricane and the destruction it left . . . but you can't forget ----- -- not yet . . . cause the mess it left in it's wake it still very much there . pauses for a moment . . . thinks of home ----- --decides this ; this run down club and the men in it . . . is better than home . Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā doesn't worry himself wondering if this handsome man is going to make up his mind on whether he's going to beat him up or take him home . avery knows far too well that if this stranger doesn't take him ; the bartender will . . . ( how do you live with yourself ? ) Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ; notices a girl glaring their way and for a moment he feels smug , a quirk of his lips and his fingers curl just a little , leaning just closer so their shoulder's brush . ā you'd like france . . . maybe one day you'll go . ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā the final question made his brows quirk and a look that made him look all too vulnerable . but in a moment it was gone again . breathes out softly , ā don't know . . . ā glances from the other's eyes to his lips ---- inhales slowly , ā you're handsome . ā bites down on his lower lip and then dips his head , curls brush over the other's shoulder as . their eye contact never breaking , ā you every kissed a boy ? ā asks it slowly . . . he wasn't aiming to start problems now . . . just didn't want this man getting bored of him .
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his words Ā seemed to fall upon deaf ears. Michael was used to this, being the father of an especially WILLFULL sixteen year old. would Avery still harbor interest in spending the night if he knew that? given that he seemed to be in it for the Ā money ( an INSULT in and of itself ) Michael wouldnāt be at all surprised. how many times had the beautiful youth put himself in this situation? throwing himself in Ā harmās way Ā for what? the thrill of it? the need to TURN another guy who believed himself to be straight? Michael knew Ā that sexuality was a fluid thing, but that didnāt mean that HE could be so easily swayed. at least, this was what he Ā b e l i e v e d . ā Iām not Ā hateful Ā so ya can stop barkinā up THAT tree. ā he murmured, waving over the waiter for another two drinks ( one of which was Ā swiftly Ā chased by the other ) ā nor māI as old as ya think so do me a favor and stop ACTINā as though yāknow Ā shit Ā about me just because I donāt wanna BUY what youāre sellinā ā
god it made his heart Ā ache to think of Lucy in this position. because Avery too was someoneās child once, had been LOVED and nurtured just like his own daughter. what had Ā happened to him to send his life down this path? had there been a BREAK with his family, or was the connection never really there to begin with? Giselle had what they then called simply the baby blues Ā after having Lucy, but with enough love and support she had been able to work through it. not everyone was so lucky. finding himself Ā intrigued Ā by the French, he did not make a move just yet. instead, he waited until Avery was finished before looking at him with a ratherĀ MUDDLED expression. ā we arenāt talkinā about Ā me Ā right nowā¦ whereād ya learn that? the French? ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā fingers drag through his soft blonde curls , totally unaware of the scrutiny he was being placed under . . . did he even care ? putting himself in such a position every single night . . . he was under everyone's gaze consistently . pressed between a body and a bed , he was usually being judged with his own eyes . leaning away , he pulled out a tiny pocket mirror , where swirly lettering was drawn on the back ' avery ' spelled the letters . . . the little trinket had obviously seen much better times . times where avery had been soft . . . skin had been unbroken . but avery wasn't thinking of that now . . . while he rubbed sweet smelling gloss on his lips . exhaling softly , his lashes fluttered for a moment before he glanced up at the other once again . on his features was a look that seemed as if it was TRYING to be angry but just ended up disappointed , ā i'm from france . . . ----- -- i . . . ah ---- stowed away when my pa----- -- ā pauses and scoffs softly , deeming the stranger unworthy of his backstory just yet , ā when i left home . ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā a tiny smile twinged at his lips as he doesn't take his eyes away from the other . his french is something he doesn't often expose . people tend to respond to it in different ways . . . hateful or not . ā je me vois toujours comme une salope ? ā he felt knowing a different language gave him some sort of edge . it made him different in some sort of ordinary way . places his hand on the other's knee , pushing his limits once more . waiting for the other to push his hand away or an even angrier reaction . Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā avery was used to getting due reactions for his stupid notions . ā do you like it ? ā
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as the boyĀ presses Ā c l o s e r , Michael goes STIFF as stone. a low growl slips past his lips as he scoots away, dark brows coming to PINCH in a glower that seemed entirely capable of stripping the paint from the walls, such was its Ā intensity. he feels personally SLIGHTED by the insinuation; curiosity may have led him Ā this far Ā but the wild ASSUMPTIONS that Avery is only too happy to make pushes him to the point of violence. what STOPS him was a promise made to Lucy, a Ā vow Ā that tonight was not going to end in fisticuffs. she had a school show coming up and wanted more thanĀ ANYTHING for him to be able to come and see her perform. it was, after all, her Ā first Ā solo in this school and he wouldnāt miss it for the world. he wouldnāt throw all that away on some POOF. not when it would break his daughterās heart. āsides which, Cassie had been riding him lately about just what he had been Ā exposing Ā her to. a hate crime would go down about as well as a lead balloon.Ā
ā look. I dunno WHY I sat down here, but itās pretty clear it was a Ā mistake. Iām not, Iāve NEVER been, that way inclined anā for you tājust Ā assumeā¦ ā upper lip curling, he shook his head, calloused hands forming FISTS against the table ā mānot the Ā daddy Ā type. mānot gonna pay some little SLUT tāexpand my horizons. theyāre Ā plenty Ā broad enough, cheers all the same. ā scrubbing a hand over his mouth, he shook his head. perhaps he should PUNCHĀ the lad for good measure. Ā really get the message across. little fucker. but again, his daughterās PLEADING expression comes to mind and instead he unclenches with a Ā sigh. ā whatcha DOING here, kid? gonna getcha Ā teeth Ā knocked out chattinā like that in these partsā¦ ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā rolling his eyes as he pulled away , back pressed to the wall and knees drawn up loosely . it was almost like this was just a waste of his time . his hand raises to pull out a tangle in his sunshine locks . gazing at the other male with a distant look , he flinched as the name . . . kid . . . he shouldn't let that effect him so much . his soft , feminine features and youthful grin betrayed him , but he had seen more than the average adult would ever imagine . he pauses to reach out for his half empty glass , lifting it to his lips as he swallows down the remaining liquid . Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā hard to say that wasn't expected . it's the old men who are usually the most hateful . ā scoffing as he waved down the waiter ( who most likely was getting tired of them by now ) . even now his eyelids felt heavy . he was disappointed that's to be sure , this man was certainly his type , older , built , the kind of man who was built out of mystery . there was a twisted pleasure he got from such a threat , he saw the way the other's finger curled into a fist and he smiled a little to himself .
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā leaning up to ask the waiter softly in his native tongue , ā quelque chose de fort s'il vous plaĆ®t .ā sighing softly , turning his focus back to the man who had ( unfortunately ) captured his interest for the night . ā you wouldn't be the first . ā breathing out softly , it was hard to picture such a glasslike boy all beaten and bruised , but it happened more often than imagined . the faded scars on his own wrists and his stomach ; brothers to those on his chest and neck . inhaling slowly , his smile widened . a twisted little quirk of his lips , ā but may i ask . . . why are you so afraid of a little taste ? ā seemed like tonight he was a little too eager to get his teeth knocked in .
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shifting a little, Ā he moved to sit down. he was Ā uncertain Ā as to why; the bloke could offer him NOTHING and yet there was a strange Ā pull Ā to him. an invisible chord that seemed to stretch from Averyās chest to penetrate his own, pulling him that much CLOSER. in his mind, he reasoned that a drink couldnāt Ā hurt. he was at a loose end, after all and this might turn out to be more FUN than going home to an empty house.Ā
running his tongue over his teeth, he took a moment to Ā analyze Ā the situation, taking note of how it could play out. there was something ABOUT Avery, that much was certain, but why stay here shooting the shit when he could be finding a warm body to take him for the night? ā actually I was here wrapping up a little bit of Ā business, ā he said with a shrug, ordering his USUAL when the server came around ( it seemed they knew him well enough that he didnāt need to actually say Ā more than that word ). ā was thinking of calling it a night when you came byā¦now Iām not rightly sure WHAT Iām doing,ā there was an edge of Ā amusement Ā to his tone as he glanced at the other, almost as if sizing him up. ā donāt usually spend my time with PRETTY BOYS. not much my Ā scene. ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā slowly moving over , the small boy molds himself into the other's body , he smelled fairly like jasmine and his long lashes fluttered as he watched the other call to the wandering waiters , wordless as his big blue eyes gaze at the liquid and he measures this stranger by appearance alone . . . what business could this man possibly have at a place like this . avery had a taste in everything , be it drugs , sex , everything nasty and low down in this world , avery had a piece . lifting a hand to tuck a lock of his soft blonde hair out of his eyes , he took back the roll of flirtatious little harlot .
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā oh he had heard that excuse before , every man who had never touched a boy wanted to tell that to himself , most were afraid from trailing away from the norm . reaching up to cup the other male's cheek gently he arched a brow slightly and realigned their gaze , whispering softly , ā why not give me a chance ? maybe i can change your mind . . . ā smiling his soft far away smile . there was something in the twinkle in his eyes that betrayed his tired soul , his experience beyond his years . Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā this hadn't always been his life , he had been once made of rich nights on the town , indulging on ridiculous hors d'oeuvres at parties and placing bets on sports teams . now he was fucking for a place to sleep and saving pennies for his drug money . there was still a pure piece of him , a piece that knew that one day he might just attain happiness , one day he'd have a family , a quiet life in the suburbs maybe . a husband to cook for ------ -- avery had quite the imagination . ā just a little kiss . . . that can't hurt . ā
