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ok i have to know its the only thing im gonna ask but,,,, does amell make a reappearance in ao,,,,,,,, i hope so i had a dream about it
There will eventually be closure for Amell’s fate.
ladyjmontilyet replied to your photo “Oh my god, buddy, what are you even doing. What is that face. What...”
You have a boxer??? What a beauty!!! Precious doggy.
erdoru replied to your photo “Oh my god, buddy, what are you even doing. What is that face. What...”
IS HE A BOXER.......
He is a boxer! Technically he’s my dad’s dog, not mine, but shh he’s still mine even if I don’t live here anymore XD
worick finding someone he truly cares for (be it nic or alex or someone else) makes me v happy ༼♥ل͜♥༽ that boy needs love
He does D’: —Kai
he wakes up blind.
it's not something he realizes at first; he's often sluggish in the mornings, slow to wake and even slower to move. he doesn't realize that his eyes are open, that the fuzzy greyness isn't just the watery light of early morning.
his face hurts.
his everything hurts.
"auruo," says a voice, almost desperate in its relief, and he stills. he must have made some sort of noise while he was reacquainting himself with the living, sheets rustling as he twisted. "auruo. are you alright? do you hurt anywhere?"
he opens his mouth to speak and all that comes out is a rasping croak, and soon a glass of blessedly cool water is lifted to his lips. he hadn't realized how thirsty he'd been until liquid hit is parched tongue, guzzling as much as he could before the glass was pulled away, and he makes a noise of discontent.
"careful," the voice sounds amused, now. "you'll make yourself sick."
he pauses, squints; his vision is still frustratingly dark, full of colorless, indistinct shapes. a dark figure sits by his bedside, warm fingers curled around his hand. "erd?"
a pause, and then, confused, "yeah?"
"i can't see."
he doesn't know if he can breathe, anymore.
he watches from the corner of his eye, discreet little touches that should have been his, secret smiles that he was not a part of. they were things that he had once treasured so much, things that had once been so important to him, things that he'd lost.
it hurts too much to look for more than a few seconds, the air stilling in his lungs, heart beating out a steady ache.
he's a wildfire and you're afraid that if you get to close, you'll get burnt.
everything about him is sharp and bright and painful, except when it's not. you accept his barbs and return them with your own, roll your eyes at his boyish grins. but you're also there in the black of night to hold him when the nightmares come, and you know every inch of his skin without having to look, every freckle and scar and birthmark.
he is bright like the sun, golden hair falling across the pillow and between your fingers, his face slack and easy in sleep, and it hurts to love him. but even suns have their beginnings and their endings, and you know that, no matter what, you'll be there the whole time through.
auruo's family is big. parents and siblings and aunts and uncles and cousins and grandparents and second cousins and great aunts and great uncles and third cousins and sometimes even just close friends. it's more warmth and love than erd could ever have thought could be shared between so many people. of course, this also means that holidays at the bossard household are more than a little chaotic. the sound of laughter and the smell of good food and it's hard to go anywhere without bumping shoulders with someone else. french is shouted across the room and over his head, words rapid-fire and beyond his grasp. auruo doesn't leave him, though, and erd knows he's watching him, keeping an eye out for when his smile gets strained and he starts to feel overwhelmed. it's that, even more than the coziness and the affection in auruo's mother's smile, that makes erd feel loved.
the first time auruo realizes that he's in love, his only thought is well, fuck.
erd's face is ducked against his neck, his cheeks and ears burning hot with embarrassment as he babble on about something. auruo's not really listening; he has his hands pressed flat against his shoulder blades, carefully measuring each breath, each nervous chuckle.
they'd fallen into a routine where erd would always come to him when he got upset and auruo would, inevitably, calm him down. every time it felt too intimate, to familiar, never mind that they'd been sleeping together for months. but that was sex, and this was... something else.
he should have run away a long time ago.
