#oliverorpheus

[exhvmc]

HE  IS   A  REMARKABLY  CALM  CONTRAST  to the youth that tries so desperately to hold his attention ,   axel cuts a casual figure, trying to loosen his limbs in effort to conjure the energy he does not feel.  ❝  and this has got what to do with me exactly ?  ❞  it feels remiss to REMIND that publicising a vapid celebrity charity contest doesn’t automatically make him pals with organisers, nor sympathise with the yearning for given prize. it’s been adam lake this and adam lake that for DAYS on end, he’s more inclined to give the lad a wide berth.  //.  @oliverorpheus​

[ohqinsp]

i like holding your hand: oliver & tyson   //.  @oliverorpheus, @bacchantboy

[exhvmc]

    ❝     oh… fuck.    ❞   have you ever watched that horror movie?  the one where the scared shitless blonde has her back pressed up against the wall and has to inch  s l o w l y  toward the corner turn to check if there’s an axe-yielding motherfucker waiting right there round that god-forsaken corner?  axel doesn’t scare easily. there he is, broadcast building, sauntering down the hall, about to turn the corridor only to be assaulted by a very familiar silhouette, perhaps which has not spotted him yet, but finding an escape route might be moot at the moment.   ❝     fuck. fuck, FUCK.  ❞   swift 180 degree swivel to stride hurriedly back from whence he’d come, nimble fingers SEIZING the puny snot at his flank.   ❝  why is he here?!   ❞   it’s a withered hiss of urgency with a menacing glare that has made braver men quail when he’s cared enough to deliver it, and quail the boy does, sputtering one excuse or another.   ❝    fuck me.  ❞             /.   @oliverorpheus