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[toulousc]

The air was crisp, and the morning was bright. It wasn’t often that Claude was awake with the sunrise – and it was less often that he was out of the apartment. After a full breakfast for his lover’s special day, and even struggling through a block and a half run with him, they packed up the car and headed out of the city.

Claude hadn’t known if this was the best idea. Quiet days were more his thing, and he was certain in his poor heart that Matheus would prefer a day out with friends in the city or on the bay, partying like the young, handsome thing he was. But Claude was a romantic, and he could only hope that Matheus would enjoy the day that Claude had planned.

It was almost noon when they arrived at the lake. The sun was high, and the hills rolled with green and life. It was hard to believe that autumn had arrived.

With the brightest of smiles, Claude rushed around the car to open Matheus’ door for him, greeting his boyfriend with a kiss. ‘I know it’s not much,’ he said, smiling still, ‘but I packed us a picnic and, well—there’s a surprise by the water.’

With arms wrapped around Matheus waist, Claude pressed a second, third, sixth and eighth kiss to his boyfriend’s face, absolutely unable to contain himself. There was nothing he wanted to do more than drown his perfect love in affection on his special day.

‘Come on, we shouldn’t waste anymore time, birthday boy!’

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[wcnderers]

>>> IC. [ S.C. ]   //  @flumenianuarium​   

        ❛ Hey, listen. I know you’re probably sick of hearing this but --- Are you really, truly aware of just how much you look like Shawn Mendes ? I mean --- ❜ And there he goes, holding up a coffee cup that had said artist’s face printed on it next to Matheus’ for comparison, ❛ Not gonna lie, the resemblance is kinda scary, bro, ❜

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MATHEUS

"Mr Thompson, would you like to legally adopt me? You don't have to be my dad or anything, it's just less embarrassing."

   Of all the things Bryce might’ve expected to hear – maybe that Henry had gotten stuck in the chicken pen again, or Harry had gotten his foot lodged in the hollow of a tree… again. 

   But this? This definitely wasn’t one of them.

   He blinked, completely dumbfounded for a moment, unsure if he should take the question as serious or not. He had never been good with these sorts of things. Humour and brash banter were Bryce’s style. He was a man’s man, and although he wasn’t appalled by the idea of vulnerability – nor did he think softness weak – it was always something that made him feel insecure and uncomfortable and… stupid. He hated feeling stupid.

   He tried not to get ahead of himself, bringing his eyes away from the newspaper he was reading, watching Matheus intently instead.

   ‘I mean, legally adopting you would make me your dad…’ he started, pulling his reading glasses away from his eyes and sitting a little more forward on the couch. Talking about the birds and the bees with an eleven-year-old was easier than this.

   ‘But… I wouldn’t… say no. If it’s something you really wanted. I mean—you’re already like a son to me. I could even give the house a reno and you could have your own room for when you stay.’ Sincerity wasn’t something that was worn easily on Bryce’s features. He looked constipated at best, but he still managed a smile. ‘I don’t know how this flock is any less embarrassing than anyone else, though. You realise who your brothers will be, right? Those idiots?’

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➤ STARTER  >>>  @flumenianuarium​ //  s.c.

          ❛ Hey, you hang out with Anneliese a lot...❜ He started, curiously picking out one of the tester lipsticks on display and uncapped it to see the color. You’d think that with sisters he’d be more knowledgeable on these kinds of things but no. There were way too many choices here --- How do women navigate their way through this stuff on a regular basis ? ❛ Did she ever mention anything about what’s in vogue in the world of makeup these days ? ❜

[toulousc]

say yes to sun, say yes to pain. say yes to sticking with a city through a thousand days of rain. say yes to grace. say no to spite. say yes to this, say yes to you, say yes to me, say yes to love, say yes to life. say, say yes to life .

‘Don’t go yet.’

Claude’s voice was a low murmur against the breeze from the open window, barely reaching Matheus’ ears as he sat at the side of the bed, body slouched forward and his head in his hands. Tired. Defeated.

He could feel the weight of the world pressing down on him. His feet stuck to the floorboards, too heavy to lift him from where he sat. His stomach rumbled, but he couldn’t eat.

Cool fingers reached to pull him back to safety, leading him down into warmth away from dark clouds. Blankets consumed him. Limbs locking through limbs and gentle laughs reverberated through cotton covers.

‘Stay a little longer. It’s too cold out there.’ 

Pianist fingers brushed Matheus’ hair from his brow, fingers tracing so knowingly over the faint lines in his skin. How beautiful it was to be known so well.

A heavy breath, rise and fall, and Matheus conceded. His body eased with each warm touch, and he let himself be drawn in by long arms, wrapped up in so much love he thought that if he closed his eyes tight enough, he could almost pretend everything would be okay…

Almost. Almost.

all i want / fix you / from the dining room table / hold me while you wait / i’m not a mountain / love like ghosts / lover, please stay / nocturne op. 9 no. 2 in e-flat major / say yes to life / two / vigil .

[toulousc]

I know it’s too late for me to go changing my icon, but Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone! 

have some Claude and Matheus (@flumenianuarium)

[toulousc]

7th of June, 1960, Estado da Guanabara

When Claude woke that morning, he didn’t believe that a month had already passed. Antoine had long since gone, and Claude hadn’t heard from him since they said their goodbyes at Matheus’ door. Each day was full of little wins and big loses. Some were sunny, most were dark, but it was all made worth it every time Claude managed to put a hint of a smile on Matheus’ face.

He had been doing a deep clean of the teen’s house over the past days. He had started with the easier rooms, moving slowly through, trying to get it into a proper, liveable state, with Matheus’ help here and there. It was good work to get his mind off things and being productive certainly seemed to help with his mood. For a little while, they could almost forget what had brought Claude to Rio in the first place. For a little while, it was like the old days.

But the darkness would always settle back in, and Matheus would fold into himself like a paper crane, full of bends and nooks that Claude couldn’t wriggle through.

One month.

Matheus woke in the afternoon, and by then, Claude had already gotten to work in the last of the rooms of the apartment – the one that both of them had been the most apprehensive about. The study. Matheus hadn’t wanted Claude to touch it, Claude absolutely did not want to leave it in that state; so, he started when Matheus was asleep.

He had already cleared the floor of the clutter, and he was down on his knees scrubbing at the paint spots when he heard Matheus coming down the hall.

  ‘Good morning, sleepyhead!’ He called with a chime, smile heard from his voice even from behind the partially closed door. ‘Don’t get mad—but I’m doing… the thing.’

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[toulousc]

flumenianuarium asked:

   “Gatinho? Baby?” Matheus walked into the living room with a black pen in his hands and rolled up sleeves. “I want to get a new tattoo.”

   Looking up from his phone, Matheus was, as always, greeted with a smile. He tipped his head to the side, quirking a brow as he watched his boyfriend carefully a moment, gaze shifting between the pen in his hands and his own dark eyes. ‘A new tattoo? Of what? Aren’t all the places shut?’