chernabog, caterpillar, pinocchio - luke
Disney Characters Drabble Meme- status: accepting
Caterpillar: Our characters are high.
it isn’t his usual distraction. there’s usually a lot more pills, downed in a rush as he tries to make it on time to class. it’s never been like this.
There’s a cloud of smoke in their room and they’re sprawled on their beds, an awkward dip between them from where they’ve pushed the furniture together. Neither of them seem to notice, rather Luke is staring at the cracks in the ceiling and Tony is staring at him. There’s a faint buzzing in his ears as he reaches over to steal the joint from between Luke’s lips with a grin. “now now Benny, you’re meant to share.” his tone is light and teasing. Antonio isn’t one for weed, it always gives him a buzz ,but it’s never enough to get him white noise. but laying here with Luke beside him, he’s reaching something else;
and when he recounts the warmth from Luke’s touch the next morning, the sparks on his skin from where their bodies met, and the pounding of his pulse in his ears he’ll blame it on the weed even though he knows it was much more.
Pinocchio: My character lies to yours.
He’s fifteen and caught up in a world he can’t escape- so he doesn’t know why he tries. The apartment Luke and Tony share after the Raid is small. It radiates normal more than anything in his life. It’s untouched by his world. It was his safe haven. Now it’s both of theirs.
It lures him into a sense of normalcy, and it’s like everything they’d previously done- everything they’d previously been, just melts away. Maybe that’s why he does it. Maybe that’s why he lets the alcohol loosen himself up enough for him to make a move. Maybe that’s why he so eagerly lets himself get sweeped away in a flurry of a kiss.. of a touch… of raven hair and soft eyes, strips of pale skin only visible in the shallow wash of moonlight that pours through the gaps in the blinds of their room. Maybe that’s why he let’s himself hope that his father is wrong, and that even if he is right, Antonio can live happy with this sin they call love.
But his life doesn’t allow for normal; and so he pretends he doesn’t feel a burning rush of pain the next morning when Luke claims not to remember the touches they’d shared. He pretends he doesn’t still feel the echo of Luke’s lips on his skin when the other boy says ‘i don’t remember anything at all.’; And he pretends that his already bruised young heart doesn’t ache from defeat as he answers with a shrug of tense shoulders:
“I don’t remember either,”
Chernabog: My character dominates yours.
There will be finger shaped bruises on his wrists in the morning, a matching set on his hips where they’ll be covered by cloth.
He doesn’t care. He’s been fighting for control ,but he’s ready to give it up. The marks on his skin remind him he’s fragile and human, the slight ache he feels from them remind him this is real. And when the memories of his father’s punishments creep into his mind as they kiss, the way Luke touches him reminds him that this is all okay; that their love is not a crime and their kisses are not sins for which they’ll be punished. He all too gladly let’s Luke kiss him until he’s dizzy, lets him pin his hands above his head as he tells him not to move, lets his fingers dig into his hips and bruise the skin from the tight grip, let’s Luke hold him as he falls apart. There is pain and there is pleasure. The pleasure makes him drift away on the tides of his mind and the pain brings him back- the fingers digging into his skin anchoring him to the moments he’s been taught never to submit himself too.
And then there’s Luke, running his fingers through Antonio’s hair as they lay together sweat slick and panting. There’s that same smile that made Tony fall for him in the first place and murmurs of sweet nothings in his ear. And then there’s the promise that melds with the discoloured flesh of his wrists, soft spoken and hidden yet expressed in a thousand different ways with a thousand different looks and touches, one that they never need to say but both know.
I’m here, I’m real, I love you.
@lukebenscn
