#p:ae

[apomixia]

[apomixia]

promise we dont just draw ourselves as a scribble because of limited skill

[maccatf]

yves and aiden: at ease.

Yves wasn't a stranger to dates, albeit a few in his past had been pre-planned and without his input, some were barely planned at all and some were just total messes, but this one? Nothing was about to go wrong here, no matter what happened, even though Yves was trying to prepare himself in case something --- anything --- dipped. It wouldn't, though, he was sure of it, especially as he pulled the two pieces of A4 paper from his printer and folded them up, sliding them into an envelope which had, '(:' scribbled on the front. And then, after reminding Aiden via text that he had to be dressed comfortable and only slightly bundled, the boy was pocketing his mobile, wallet and keys and leaving his apartment with the envelope in his hand.

Climbing into his car --- his beloved Range Rover, black and shining and fresh, both inside and out --- and tucking the envlope into the visor above his head, Yves wasting no time in buckling himself in and beginning the ignition, letting his very own mixtape begin to play, the window sliding down by a few inches as the music began to boom, and loudly, as he nudged the volume dial up a little more before pulling out. Albeit his apartment had a few visits from Aiden, it turned out that Yves hadn't actually visited the activist at his abode, and he knew very well that he shared it with another boy --- Xavier, to be exact --- so he just had to brace himself for a face that wasn't Aiden's when he arrived. Not like that was a bad thing; he'd met Xavier before, but he was extremely excited for today. For seeing Aiden at all, actually.

After a good twenty minutes of driving, the boy was pulling up outside Aiden's block of apartments and was climbing out after turning the engine off, walking around the vehicle to approach the entrance, which was locked unless you had a key, or unless you were buzzed in --- neither that Yves had, or needed, because he was quite happy waiting where he was and giving Aiden all the time in the world to ensure he was ready to leave. So, lifting his hand, the boy pressed the little buzzer button and waited patiently, his hands falling to clasp together behind his back.

[felix-wilcott]

Shattered Love || XELIX

Felix sent Xander a text telling him what dorm he was in. He was so nice to come over He honestly felt like he couldn't breathe. He was wheezing and his eyes were blurred with tears. Why would Zach say that to him? Better yet, why had Felix been so stupid? Santana and the others had told him all along that he shouldn't trust Zach, but he still had. He pressed his face into one of his pillows, but his eyes caught the black on his nails. "You'll always be pretty to me, though." He felt ill, and he had a sudden urge to take the nail varnish off. It made him think of the curly-haired boy.