✔️ for a daydream my muse has had about/involving yours
( 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕖 — ❛·° › x.
✔️ for a daydream my muse has had about/involving yours;
he doesn’t know how many variations of the same dream griffin has made for himself. there they are, in their shared apartment. there they are, in the park. there they are, in max’s shop or griffin’s bar, or somewhere in-between or somewhere not even in st. clementine. but it feels more real right here, griffin’s hand fiddling as he sits on the couch, his roommate next to him, dipping weight to his right that provides him with some comfort that he doesn’t have to walk the world alone.
but griffin knows there’s no other way.
he sits there, but his thoughts drift whilst his eyes rest on the tv screen. he imagines another life where he has worked up the courage to tell max the truth, and there is only that: griffin, laying out his soul for the other to save or discard of, and max never chooses the latter. griffin can choke on his birth name a million times, can drown in his own story twice as many, and max never does anything but listen. it’s all griffin can ask for — no fear, no rejection, no anger. there is only acceptance.you can breathe now, kieran.
