#;beau

[bvttlebcrn]

what happened when you put two huge egos together in the ring? they come to a disagreement. despite how predictable their argument (if you could even call it that) was, it was safe to say henri’s feelings were still hurt. he was thinking about beau, of course. besides, there was no point in getting his feelings even more hurt by seeking out the other. despite the relatively small town they shared, neither had managed to run into the other. that was, until now. henri passed beau in the main square of town, almost willing to let it go until beau looked at him and looked away, with that fucking look on his face he had the last time. “pompe à chiasse,” he spat as they passed each other, determined to do nothing more. ( @beauxnavarre​ )

[bvttlebcrn]

beau kept insisting that they “needed to talk” over their text messages. henri didn’t understand why they couldn’t simply continue to talk over text, until he realized it might be quite a serious conversation, and emery had explained to him serious conversations weren’t usually had over text. he happened to know beau was home right now, and if they needed to talk so badly, henri would insure it happened. besides, it reminded him of the conversation he’d had with emery the night his boyfriend first found the blood bags, and those memories tended to make him antsy. 

henri knocked at beau’s door after sending him the text I am here 2 talk. :-) ( @beauxnavarre​ )

[bvttlebcrn]

What would you think if Beau fell in love with someone else?

“fell in love like . . . like he didn’t want me anymore, or just fell in love with someone else also? because i’m clearly okay sharing, considering that was his one stipulation. if he didn’t want me anymore . . . well, i hope we could still be friends, but it would hurt. a lot, if i’m being honest.” ( @beauxnavarre )

[bvttlebcrn]

🗑️ a text that wasn’t sent. (beau)

( @beauxnavarre )

I know you told me not to but I couldn’t help it. I think I’m in love with you. I know it scares you, but I can wait a thousand years.

Love Henri

[bvttlebcrn]

henri: why do you let beau pick on emery all the time?

“alright. if i get involved, i’m manipulative and controlling. if i step away and speak to them both separately but let them be the adults they are, i’m letting beau pick on emery. if emery feels like he can’t handle beau or their conversations on his own, emery can tell me that. we’ve already talked about the conversation they had, but if you have any other advice, be sure to leave it in the suggestions box.” ( @emerywoods @beauxnavarre )

[bvttlebcrn]

🖤💔💕 (Beau)

Send 🖤  for a neck kiss

they were meant to be behaving. another public event henri had been invited to, and he’d dragged beau along. then again, it wasn’t exactly wise to bring beau somewhere you’re supposed to behave, so of course they absolutely weren’t. he’d picked a table in the back corner for them while whoever they were there for spoke on stage. he had beau in his lap, hand wrapped around his hip. his lips teased along the line of beau’s throat, promising more to come.

Send 💔 for a bite on the lip

the pair of them shared lazy kisses back and forth, less and less frenzied as they went on. both of them were successfully exhausted, but that didn’t mean either were ready to stop. henri hummed softly, nipping at beau’s bottom lip. he tugged at it, too lazy to do more than lap at the blood seeping from beau’s lip.

Send 💕for a deep, passionate kiss

he was still upset about emery. maybe that’s why he was coming here at all. beau had been completely right when he said that final “i hope he doesn’t break your heart.” his heart was broken. it had been a few months by now, but it still hurt every time he thought about it. so he climbed off his high horse and dragged himself to the new address beau gave him. he needed comfort. he needed beau. so when beau answered the door and pulled him in, of course henri kissed him. he kissed him with all the pain and regret and loneliness of missing beau, not just emery. ( @beauxnavarre )

[bvttlebcrn]

henri didn’t really know why beau had brought along his strange friend, but he figured beau coming with him to the party at all was a big deal. and it had been nice. until, of course, something shifted. the first thing he noticed was the warmth. were the drinks spiked with something to get the vampires especially drunk? it was a ryan hosted party, but that couldn’t explain the constant, beating warmth. it was like he could feel it in his veins. the second thing he noticed was the subdued pounding in his head––almost always there, urging him to feed, feed, feed. it slowly receded until it was entirely gone, instead replaced with that same beating in his chest as in his veins. others around him were acting just as strange, but he found himself too distracted by his current condition to notice. he’d lost track of everyone he was with, including beau. he stumbled into the hallway, feeling far less in control of his body than he’d normally be, and finally spotted beau. “i . . . do you have any idea what’s going on?” henri glanced down at his hands, noticing for the first time how flushed they looked. ( @beauxnavarre​ )