uhmm hi I LOVE fool's gold the amount of talent I just cann't, soo I wrote a little something I hope it does your amazing work justice
His body was lifeless, lost in a dark, cold hotel room, his thoughts rocked to the sound of the water running in the bathroom, and Baku's bustling downtown. As much as he avoided rhythms, he found himself trapped in an agonizing cycle, torn between two evils; forget and succumb, or clasp and deny. He opened his eyes to an inky ceiling, where he met Seb's resentful and tired eyes. Swathed by weak street lights and italian wine, he allowed his vicious mind to wander through the trees surrounding RetròGusto, Maranello's summer breeze soured by memories of that night, the restaurant's white cloths under his hands, Seb's relaxed gaze tarnished and blackened. Agonizing pain, skin burning as he pictured their hug, a last smile, and a black Ferrari speeding into the dark, he waited for his last tear to dry before going back inside, he paid, left a tip and dragged his sore body to the parking lot. His car's dim light brought out bloodshot eyes to a quivering mouth, an ailing man. He'll get over it. "Water's warm enough I think." "Thank you." "He was just as vulnerable back then, he grieved even more than you, he barely got his head out of the water and they decided to drown him, he's lucky he'll be around next year". Silence, only an embrace, aching chest lost in warm and safe arms, ears on a heart that lulled him back to sanity, one that listens and heals in the midst of its own storm. He found home in a plush body and a croaky voice bathing in the morning light, he didn't expect for a heavy accent, pastel polos and an adorable dog to grow on him so easily, yet they did. Before entering the bathroom, he took a deep look at his teammate, how the city's lights danced with his dark hair, before laying softly on his sharp features. He closed the door.
"A team meeting at breakfast.. Sweet! What a shame the only thing I can do at 8 am is eat, I'll leave the thinking for later", he heard complaining from the other side of the room, before big and warm hands dispelled his languid state. Walking in their distinctive red attire, the pair made their way into the hotel's dining room, the team was easily spottable, a bubbling scarlet hive bleeding out of the white pillars and variegated marble. Amongst the generously filled plates, empty coffee cups, scattered cutlery, sat their respective teams. "Buongiorno Charles" said one of the engineers, he simply nodded, a small smile on his face, "Where's Carlos?" he pointed towards a sleepy figure pouring yogurt in his cereal bowl, Carlos picked up his plates and made his way towards the team's table."Oh..honey!" he remembered, before going back. Charles is unable to recall any information stated in the meeting, albeit Carlos' soft fingertips on his black bracelet, and short reassuring looks, after fitting each piece of jewelry in his teammate's wrist, his light eyes met warm orbs, comfort spelled in each of his dark eyelashes, dancing around his features, faintly curving his lips, and when the pair was finally dismissed, abandoned in the hotel's cold hallways, this same comfort wrapped Charles, embracing his fear, whilst his mind kept rejecting it, it was never meant for you.
um?!? thank you?!?!? this is so soft??? and pained???