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[ofmalediction-blog]

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A WHEEZE of a breath fell from the boy’s lips as the kicks to his ribs had finally come to a halt, warm crimson liquid trickling down his face at a steady pace. The torture wasn’t what truly bothered him in this moment ( as much as it hurt ), no… it was the thought of LeFou having to see him like this. “LeFou, this little problem of yours has been getting in the way lately -- I miss when things used to be just us, you know?” That voice sent shivers down Elliot’s spine, his brows knitting together in anger as he lifted his gaze upwards finally. As much as he didn’t want to seem weak in this moment, he was terrified. He knew that love was a powerful thing -- even though LeFou may have not felt anything in his heart for Gaston anymore, the man was manipulative and persuasive. “LeFou, let’s leave him behind and forget about this all… hm?”

[beauinthesun-blog]

rough touch // your muse roughly kisses mine.

Rambling was something Beau resorted to far too often when he felt nervous --- and now seemed a pretty adequate time to be doing so. Why was LeFou looking at him like THAT? More importantly, why was he so close? Perhaps Beau was just imagining the intimacy that seemed to be subtly interlaced in the moment. Though the boy’s suspicions were confirmed as he felt the other’s plush lips collide with his own, a small muffled noise of surprise elicited in response. Despite the sheer confusion that washed over him and muddled his thoughts, Beau found his hands clumsily clutching onto the other’s jacket before pushing him away with a shove. “---What are you doing? Are you CRAZY?” As far as he was considered, the man was quite enraptured with GASTON and not him.

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[ofmalediction-blog]

rough touch // my muse clutches their hand tightly around your muse’s mouth to silence them. 

It wasn’t too uncommon for them to be this close, but that simple fact didn’t make it any easier on Elliot’s heart. With each passing second, it seemed to accelerate -- feeling as if it was going to BURST right out of his chest. Here he was: straddling the other’s lap with hands examining the small cut that marred the other’s face. It wasn’t exactly the most conventional position for the doctor, but he pushed that thought to the back of his mind. He would be fine as long as he remained focused, but those three little words that finally broke the silence sent him reeling. Tears immediately blurred his vision as he quickly pressed his hand over LeFou’s mouth, “Don’t say that... don’t lie to me -- I don’t want to hear it.”

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