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          ❝ i’m gonna fight the fuckin’ moon, darce. ❞ he speaks loudly, grabbing the front of the other’s shirt. ❝ i’m gonna fight the fuckin’ moon. ❞

@fearfultruth // sc. 

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          mornings were never nathan’s thing, not until he met darcy. now, he’d happily rise at the first sign of sunlight if it means getting to see the other in a peaceful sleep, one of the few times he actually looks calm. this morning is different though, both of them awake and having lost track of time hours ago, the sun rising slowly through the curtains as nathan reaches over to darcy and, with a soft touch to the cheek, makes the other look at him.

          ❝ i’m in love with you. ❞ the words have no urgency behind them, no ulterior motive. nathan says it as if he’s just stating a fact, something everyone knows. ❝ i’m in love with you and that -- scares the shit out of me. ❞ he doesn’t break eye contact as he speaks, his voice quiet as if not to disturb the silence around them. ❝ but it’s true. ❞

@fearfultruth bc i love u !!