#lvzarus

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  @lvzarus   ( x )     

          the phrase totally caught off-guard doesn’t even begin to describe how he feels. of course he had thought about this-------- action. this display of sentiment and affection, but they were school-girl-crush day-dreams that would flare up in his mind, only to dissipate moments later. never in his wildest dreams did he think that this very moment would occur so soon. 

          a large arm is wrapped around his wait and he’s so very close to lazarus. ( he honestly doesn’t mind being this close. ) there’s this aura that envelops him. this child-like warmth and optimistic thought that always followed the former asset around. fox feels safe here. lips are on his and fox can feel his face turning a soft shade of crimson. plenty of thoughts flash through his head. and it dawns on him that those day-dreams were becoming a sweet and tangible reality. 

          green eyes were open for a split second reminding him that this was all happening. fox is terrified that if he were to close his eyes that it would all vanish. that he would feel this disappointment of this being only a dream. finally the intimacy takes him over, he presses forward against the elder and prays to every god out there that the latter isn’t going to happen. this is REAL. lazarus is here. and this is actually happening. 

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( @lvzarus ) | cont. from X

                 he had heard the chaos, the gunshots, the yells and screams from several agents, steve not quite knowing what exactly was going on besides the fact that an attack upon shield was obvious. grabbing onto his shield and heading out to where the commotion was coming from, he now stood face to face with the muzzled asset opposing him, eyes narrowing towards him before having to act on a quick reflex in raising the shield to defend himself, deflecting the bullet that came hurling towards him in one quick motion. feet then bounded upon the ground towards the other, shield swung in the hopes of connecting with opposing features, not having the SLIGHTEST clue who was behind the muzzle ---- he'd B R E A K if he knew it was lazarus.

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‘ I don’t want to be afraid. ’ [sms]

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[ message - lazarus ]: i promise you NEVE have anything to be afraid of.[ message - lazarus ]: i know it’s scary being here sometimes, being out in the world and out of your comfort zone - but you’re safe, as long as i’m around, i promise you’re safe.[ message - lazarus ]: i’ll make damn sure of it.[ message - lazarus ]: you never have to be scared.

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@lvzarus asked for a scared text

[ text ;; lazarus ] it’s dark. i don’t know where i am. [ text ;; lazarus ] i can’t see anything. help me.

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@lvzarus

another late night, fox hadn’t truly felt the burden of sleep. his mother had allowed lazarus to stay for the night. They were in the living room, the tv’ son but it’s too late for anything good to actually be paying attention. normally, it wasn’t uncommon to find the asset resting his head under this roof. fox didn’t mind the company. especially since the events that had occurred strengthened this attraction between himself and lazarus. a television flickers, he’s not really listening to the cued audience laughs and the pre-written jokes. lazarus’ much larger build sits next to him, warmth radiates from him. foxes mother keeps it cold in their house. ( MEAT LOCKER COLD. ) he sort of craves this newfound warmth, so fox finds himself inching closer to the source of that heat. it’s somehow keeping him from freezing to death in this chill that somehow his mother finds comfortable. after a couple of minutes of gradual scooting closer to lazarus, eyes catch a glimpse of an amused yet oddly confused look upon the others face. ’ what ?? this isn’t weird, is it ?? ‘

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          ♛ ┊ @lvzarus

          ❝ this isn’t working at all. ❞ dissatisfaction clings to his words, tainting the syllables with displease as he sits beside the man he’s come to call lazarus ( the ONLY reason being that it’s the only reply he keeps getting from the other man; as far as nicknames go, though, that’s pretty neat ). denim-clad legs are crossed while jittery fingers drum a beat on his thigh, his enthusiasm evaporating along with the breath that puffs out of his nose as he breathes. patience has never been his strong suit, so sitting on a bench, waiting for who knows what and being unable to pass the time other than by sitting there and attempting to talk to the other man beside him spelled disaster since the very beginning. as it is, it was only a matter of time before Nickolas cracks and does something reckless just to entertain himself; and sadly, that time has come.

          ❝ i mean, don’t get me wrong. it’s cool to sit here with you. we’re both really good looking people and we’re doing everyone here a favor by sitting together. pretty sure we’re raising the aesthetic pleasantness of this place through the roof. and i do like listening to my own voice, hence i’m chatty. but what’s the point of me sharing these incredible opinions with you if you can’t bounce back some of your own ? i really don’t get it. so i’m going to do something. i’m going to touch you, and something really awesome is going to happen. ❞

          granted, boredom isn’t a reasonable cause to reveal his powers to a man he’s only met minutes ago, but nick has never been known to exercise caution. if anything, he’s always succumbed to his whims; and only dealt with the consequences once they present themselves as opposed to preventing complications before they happen by planning his every move. perhaps it’s a bad decision, but he’s honestly bored out of his mind, and at the moment, that’s the more pressing issue he wants to resolve.

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it’s pitch black. the sun hid it’s bright face from the world four hours ago. stars danced across the earth, along with a moon that barely showed itself. eyes are wide as they absorb the skies looking for something. ( HE KNOWS IT’S OUT THERE. ) it’s the spot where people have said to seen amazing bright and unexplainable sights burst across the air. it’s quiet, and fox can hear the heavy inhale and exhale of the large man standing next to him. they’ve been out there for hours scanning those bright lights in the air for something. ANYTHING. fox feels the weight of sleep on his shoulders. he leans on lazarus and yawns. now that he’s thinking about it, he can’t remember the last time he slept. ( for more than three hours at least. ) crickets sound around them, he can hear the faint whisper of cars and sirens of the streets miles away. a soft lullaby to a tired teenager. his mind takes in his surroundings for a minute. green orbs immediately settle on lazarus. fox didn’t even have to ask him to come. where ever his feet seemed to wander, he knew that the much stronger, much taller man followed. he radiated this feeling that fox craved. fox could feel it even though the other never uttered a word, unless it was needed. he knows that this SENTIMENT is growing in his heart. lazarus is becoming a safe haven for fox, someone he can just feel at HOME around. when he’s with lazarus fox feels safe. lids close for a moment, and arms embrace him before his knees give out. he’s pulled up off of the ground and held close against a chest, fox gives out a tired and content sigh as he finds himself putting his arms around a familiar neck. like a child, tired out for too long ending up asleep in an adults arms. ( it’s comforting, and he doesn’t plan on protesting. ) drowsily, his face nuzzles into a muscular neck, and once again he’s breathing the other in. a hand braces his back, pulling him flush against the other. sleep overtakes him and all he can hear is the heavy breathing that lazarus provides, lulling fox as time passes on.

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@lvzarus ( x )

           green orbs flicker towards the flowers. curious, he opens his mouth, nearly asking whom they were going to belong to. lazarus has this look on his face, a gaze of fondness that makes fox's lips twist into a faint grin. he doesn't talk. but his eyes say so much. ( from what fox sees anyways. ) he's shocked that he ever saw the being again after the night they were both lost boys ( well, lost people. the word BOY doesn't really describe lazarus well. although lost.. ) attempting to find their ways back home. yet, here they were. his presence alone is enough to make the younger feel———- happy. once the flowers are presented to fox it leaves him breathless. ( slightly confused. but still. ) a red flush decorates his cheeks, and a wide smile forms. he can only think of one thing to say. ' thank you.. ' it's not all he wants to say though. a hand gently pushes the arm that's offering the flowers out of the way, and fox HUGS him. ( there it is. a proper thank you. )