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Morning sex with soft touches under the sheets and slow, hot kisses peppering jaw lines and lazy thrusts covered by whispered “I love you”’s and small gasps
I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break.
Marya Hornbacher, Wasted (via thelovejournals)
MARIA
how he offers support, a place where fear is unknown, where love pours through unloved souls. goes to tangle nimble fingers with his at the squeeze to her hand, never shies away from touch or proximity, craves it. only from ben. a nervousness to voice, trembling, refusing to see the danger she so willingly puts herself in. ❛ he — he’s not that bad. ❜ repeated words, reassurance more for herself than him, knowing well that ben’s words ring true, make heart ache with fear, unable to hide it much longer. feigned smile, fingers tangling in his soft locks, resting cheek against head that rests upon her shoulder.
❛ i’ll be fine — you won’t get rid of me that easily, ben. i won’t allow him to kill whatever little i have left.. ❜ falls quiet, shifting from position, facing him and placing hands upon his cheeks. ❛ no matter what, i will always come back to you. ❜ knows those words ring truer than any that could slip past lips. ben, her salvation. presses forehead against his, brown hues shutting, troubled souls, so similar, pain etched over hearts. they deserve love, deserve each other. how maria wishes to boldly disobey parents’ wishes, perhaps run away with the only person that cares for her. despite it being what’s best, she could never, pulled away from one she loves, one she wishes to stay with for the rest of her days. pulls away to press kiss upon forehead, proximity closer than normal, it’s normal to her.
❛ look at us — wallowing in such sadness. you’re supposed to be happy for me, someone’s actually taken some interest in me — ❜ even then, words can’t be spoken lightly, nor with a smile. truly terrified.
THEY both knew what James intrest met, and while he SHOULD be happy for her? He can’t bring himself to make a joke. So there they sit two hearts that have BLED for so MANY people, and they’d GLADLY drain hearts once more if it meant a MOMENT of normalcy. Growing up in the system hadn’t been easy, and ABUSE was the ONLY thing he knew, and while he should PLED with her to stay away, there’s no USE in it all. She’s got her own mind, and he KNOWS a part of her is very much in love with James. “Taken interest ... is that what we’re calling it now?” he’s ONE to talk when was the last time he held a HEALTY relationship? The pretty boy who had gladly taken on suitors ( male or female ) if he KNEW that they’d pay the bills.
“We always have one another ... remember that -- no matter WHAT you can come home to me --” Arm goes to drape over her shoulders, “You know what I fear ...” voice getting low, “The day that we wake up, and we realize that we don’t have the other anymore ...” KNOWS that if they both don’t fix their toxic ways that one of them will end up dead upon some lovers floor, “We’ll run away ... someday, you and I” Ben going to then rest forehead against her own. He LOVES her, he does and yet? He can’t bring himself to break his ways, and perhaps if they hadn’t know so much CRUELTY in lives things would’ve been different. “Hey, you and I will meet up once a week somewhere okay? Somewhere James won’t expect ... just to make sure the OTHER is doing alright” Lips dangerously close to her own as he then goes to press a hesitant kiss against her plush lips. THE LONGING for the other is painstakingly evident. Kiss quickly broken as fingers go to push back some of her curls, “Laundromat one week ... next week something else”
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BLAINE
NOW they seem to be getting somewhere. Blaine was getting a little nervous, but his confidence is right back in place as the other appears to be less defensive. A warm smile spreads, causing the corners of his eyes to crinkle – it’s hard for Blaine NOT to grin from ear to ear when he gets on the subject of music. “I dabble in a few things, honestly, but my favorite is PIANO – as for favorite artists? That may be a better conversation for coffee, like you suggested – which I love by the way – asking about my favorite musicians is a pretty LOADED question.” He chuckles, trying his best to drain any anxiety from their meeting, to make it feel more FRIENDLY and normal. “– There’s a pretty good place just down the block, if you’d feel more comfortable getting out of here, I don’t mind at all.”
“ Yeah, that sounds good -- I mean, whatever you want. ” Hands go to SHOVE into jacket pockets as he looks around one last time ( a nervous habit if anything ) “ What, you into Billy Joel -- the piano man and all that shit ? ... ” SLOWLY he’s warming to the idea of the other one as he nervously goes to chew on bottom lip as they leave the small community center, and make their way to the coffee shop that Blaine has so kindly recommended. “ I like Bach ” suddenly interjecting as a small sort of smile plays upon lips, “ An elderly couple that cared for me had NOTHING but those concert concertos laying around ... ” Eyes round with the FAINTEST hint of warmness as he goes to remember,
“ When she was caring for me she used to blast them at full volume ... I think at one time she urged me to become a famous pianist -- ” lightly laughing as shoulders shake with laughter, “ I mean, -- we lived in this SHIT of a neighborhood, and had college kids as neighbors, and she was acting as if we lived in some SMALL suburb ” FONDNESS floods timbre as he reflects upon ONE of the ONLY people who took care of him that, did in fact show him any kindness, “ ... she was good though she really wanted me to make something of myself ... ” Wind catching the last of said phrase as he goes to HUSH ( he’s never one for talking ), and he’s left wondering why he divulged so MUCH about past.
***INTERNAL SCREAMING****
I am not sorry for who I had to become in order to survive.
Schuyler Peck (via schuylerpeck)
b l a x n e y d a y s :
Blaine looks at the other boy AFFRONTED, tilting his head, but the expression softens quickly when he realizes that he’s probably just trying to get a rise out of him. Though, that comment about being shoved into walls seems too REAL to be some shock tactic. Blaine’s more offended that the other would think he’s only in this to pad his resume – of course that’s a BONUS to these kinds of activities, but he actually enjoys helping others and sharing his passions. He starts to smile again when the other boy seems to be opening up to the idea of actually participating, “Well, for ONE, you’re not some project to me. Maybe you won’t believe me – I can’t do much about that, but I just want to help…be your friend, even.” He doesn’t want to pry into the comment about the walls, thinking it best to just push ahead, “I’m BLAINE by the way,” he adds with a kind smile, “and I was kind of hoping we could just do whatever you wanted? I know it’s not much of a game plan, but I hardly want to TWIST your arm into anything you’re not interested in. Now, I play a few instruments and sing, but we can talk too if you’d prefer.”
There’s a TRUCE offered between the pair, and an eyebrow shifts ever so slightly upwards ( okay, so THIS guy isn’t too terrible ). Defenses lowered for a bit as he nods, and THINKS for a moment. Yes, it’d BE easy to be cruel to the other but, it SEEMS as if he’s coming from a place of genuine sincerity.
“ What do you play ? ” Ben’s fingertips going to play with the bottom of shirtsleeves. Do you have a favorite y’know … ARTIST ? ” Ben genuinely TRYING with the other. Though, it’s HARD to remember the last time anyone was NICE to him without wanting something ( sex or some other deed ). The foster system hadn’t been the KINDEST to him, yet there’s STILL hope in those eyes of his, and a HOPE to be more than just some pissed off teenager. Once upon a time Ben had dreams of being a writer himself ( a thing that was phased out as he found that it didn’t EASILY pay the bills ). “ Do you want to get some coffee ? – I feel like everyone’s staring at us ..” Ben’s gaze still fixated on shirtsleeve.
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“There are some secrets I will take to my grave. But I don’t want loving you to be one of them.”
“I said I’d love you forever, and I really meant it at the time. I guess that’s my problem.”
“Maybe cats will take over when we all die. That’s a nice thought. I hope we all die.”
“I want to open a travel agency that sells tickets to places that only exist in dreams. Try to find that cheaper online.”
“I like my witches like I like my books. Properly respected for their cultural importance.”
“If weird public sex is wrong, then being wrong is wicked hot.”
“There will always be someone better than you. But, on the bright side, who cares?”
“It’s better to burn out than to have to keep living.”
“Literally every creature should be more afraid of you than you are of it. Because you are terrible.”
“I’m not unreasonable. I don’t want to live forever. I just want to live longer than everyone else.”
“I’d like my obituary to hint at a sequel.”
“All anyone talks about are the elaborately staged psycho-sexual murders. I also have a dog walking company.”
“I would kill for you. But then again, I like killing.”
“Before we teach computers to love, maybe we should teach them about personal boundaries.”
“You won’t believe this one weird trick for getting through your day! Crying!”
“Doctors hate me! I don’t blame them. I’m garbage.”
“Live every day like you already died. Be quiet, is what I’m saying.”
“Wherever you go, there you are, murdering more people.”
“If there’s one thing in this ugly, ruthless world I can trust, it’s kitties.”
“Truth is stranger than fiction if you don’t read much.”
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“I would throw myself down a flight of stairs if only you would love me. Well. Also if you won’t.”
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b l a x n e y d a y s :
This particular program isn’t one Blaine’s spent a LOT of time at just yet, but he’s always had a great interest in extracurriculars – especially ones that could have anything to do with the performing arts. He’s a little taken aback by this boy’s attitude, but does his best to display KINDNESS and empathy nonetheless. “I’ll do my best to make this as painless as possible,” he replies playfully with a small, warm smile. “– We really don’t have to do anything you’re not interested in. I’ve just found that MUSIC or the arts in general can be very…therapeutic. Are you interested in any of that?”
Yeah, Ben’s not the EASIEST guy to be paired off, and HONESTLY if things could’ve been re-written he’d be the first one to ASK for a re-write of his PAST. Foster care hasn’t been the KINDEST to him, he’s all thorns and sharpness as he simply nods.
❝ I USED to like music .. I dunno I sort of lost my love for it after my head was shoved into a couple of WALLS -- ❞ ANYTHING to be shocking, and push the other away. INHALE as lungs EXHALE pain. ❝ Is this your sort of after school community project ??? Hoping to get into a GOOD school based on your extra curricular activities ... ❞ he finds himself continuing on with the conversation, ❝ I mean, yeah I sing ... I think it’s awhile since I found it to be therapeutic -- what do you have in mind for me then ? ❞ SLOWLY opening up as defenses STILL stand, and heart is still hardened.
a i l i n g h e a r t :
love seems like a far away thing for maria, always so close of fingers to grasp for a second before it pulls away, leaving her STARVING for something more. maria is already scooting closer to him, brows coming together, soft words coming from his lips causing her to feel SAFE for a moment. but, he couldn’t protect her from everyone. she sometimes was the instigator of her OWN pain.
❛ my parents, they —- they think he’s a good guy. he can HELP us.. ❜ a pause, bottom lip between teeth as arm loops through his. ❛ he’s not too bad —- ❜ she won’t mention his bad temper, or how she DOESN’T trust him either. truly, there’s a fear that settles in heart whenever james is around. ❛ no, i can’t possibly let him inside my heart…it’ll always be us against everyone, i promise. ❜ sad smile pulls at lips, certain that ben is the ONLY one she’ll ever truly let inside her heart, despite him not knowing it. ben knew the cracks throughout her heart, had become familiar with every scar that littered copper skin. ❛ i’ll be careful around him. ❜ it’s all she could truly PROMISE him, not wanting to let empty promise fall from her lips.
SHE MOVES closer, and it’s the first time that he HASN’T made a point to move away from another’s touch. Maria, the ONLY kindhearted soul he TRUSTS -- Ben so damaged that he’s convinced HIMSELF that love isn’t worth it, a shame from the man who DECADES ago vibrated such love, and HOPE. The two of them huddled together through BRUTAL storms, and Ben protected her when he was able too. His scars just as deep as her OWN, and lips slight twinge as they for a moment, consider a smile. Long, lithe digits go to close upon her hand and he squeezes it.
❝ I’m just a call away, you know that ... ❞ KNOWS that this is out of his control, ❝ YOU always have a place with ME Mary -- ❞ using her name that SO few used these days, ❝ He’ll be your undoing ... I can SENSE it -- ❞ His heart slowing ever so as it starts MOURNING the loss of a woman who’s in his VERY presence, ❝ That light that you HAVE Maria, he’ll try to SQUASH the dying embers of it --- PLEASE, if it becomes to much, come back to ME.❞ Pleading with her as warm hues fall upon her own confused gaze. He doesn’t WANT to think of losing her to someone else, to know that he may wake up one day, and not have her in his LIFE. Worries that he’ll be the one to bring her to intensive care after the LATEST beating ( done out of LOVE ) is dolled out by JAMES. He’s been through his own share of painful reminders of love.
Scoots ever the more closer to her as head falls upon her shoulder, ❝ I’m here ... no matter WHAT. ❞
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