#thomashatcher

[avarlambabinich]

Light

Usually, the only thing Varlam had eye for when it came to people was hair colour. He didn’t want to pay too much attention to brown hair, for he thought that brown hair could only be good when people knew they weren’t going to turn to darkness. Varlam wasn’t sure about it himself, and so he felt like his own brown locks were more of a curse than anything else. Nothing about it looked soft, or pleasant, but he couldn’t dwell on it. That way, he would never have eye for anything positive or yellow anymore.

From time to time, it happened that he saw something so light that it almost wasn’t yellow anymore. At times like those, he had little eye for anything else anymore in general. This time he had found it in someone’s hair. He was positive it belonged to someone who was male, but he wasn’t sure about it. He could only pay attention to the hair.

“I want to have that,” he said, only now looking at the boy it still belonged to. He pointed to his hair, sighing softly. “Can I cut it?”

[thomashatcher-blog]

Memory

    ♥     ——     This wasn’t the first night Thomas and Sebastian were spending together, but it was one of the first attempts at this and seeing as they’d never gotten further than just attempting it — there were simply too many things in the way — they’d let it lie for a bit. Sebastian’s reaction this time, though, was more intense than just him moving away and telling him he couldn’t, or shouldn’t. He hadn’t pulled away but now he was suddenly looking at him teary eyed.

"Sebastian?" Thomas asked, his hand not yet moving away from Sebastian’s crotch. His trousers were still on, but they’d been kissing before and Thomas had thought it could have been a good idea to try again. Perhaps he had thought wrongly… "Sebastian, talk to me, do not cry." Thomas’ other hand moved to the side of his face, caressing him softly, trying to calm him down, soothe him.

[sebastianthesinner]

(x)

     †     ——     Sebastian was confused, when he suddenly found himself focusing on his blond friend, but when he felt the pressure between his legs he understood what had caused him to forget where he was and conjured the memory.

     "Sorry... what?" he asked, not even sure what Thomas had told him. He quickly wiped his cheeks upon becoming aware of the unmistakable feeling of tears falling down them.

     He moved away from Thomas' touch, not because he didn't want to be close to his friend, but because he was afraid that he might remember something else that'd make him lose control of the situation like this. It was embarrassing enough for it to happen once.

     "Why are we doing this anyway?" he asked, "when God has forbidden it and has put punishment in place."

[sebastianthesinner]

Thomas would want Sebastian to recall the moment his mother first told him off for doing something Sebastian loved that was not an alright thing to do according to their religion. Thomas would want Sebastian to think about how little sense it made. Thomas would want Sebastian to tell him that it wasn't right, even if he couldn't believe in it himself.

Your character has full access to all of my character's memories. Which memory does your character force my character to recall?

     †     ——     It wasn’t the first time six year old Sebastian heard his mother’s voice take on that horrible pitch while she spoke to him, but it was the first time he was aware of how her eyes looked at him coldly and full of caution, while she did. She wasn’t just angry with him in this moment, because that would have been okay. He’d been angry himself at things, but it always passed. But she wasn’t just angry, she was unhappy with him.

     ” — understood?!” was all he heard of her sentence and he nodded regardless of what she’d said. He didn’t need to hear her words for the message to be clear. She released both his wrists and the force send him tumbling to the ground. He looked at his hands for a moment, before he looked down his body and at his crotch, where his pyjama bottoms were still partially pushed down his hips.

     If it was a sin, then why did it feel so nice…?

     Suddenly his eyes opened and met light blue ones. His breath was stuck somewhere down his throat and he wasn’t sure whether his eyes were stinging because he’d forgotten how to blink or whether possibly the memory had stirred more than a mild resentment.

[sebastianthesinner]

"I’m not scared." (Thomas)

     †     ——     “Are you not?” Sebastian asked, clearly fishing for honesty. “You realize it always changes things?” He looked at Thomas, not hiding his nerves. He didn't want the other to leave, now they had become this close, but he could not blame Thomas if he would think it best.

[garymoretti]

For Old Time's Sake

He knocked, despite having the keys to Tom's house, just because he wanted his visit to be more than a surprise than it had become over these past few weeks. But he'd been home, sorting stuff out, which his mother alone was way too chaotic for. He himself wasn't much better, but together they'd figured it out in the end. It'd taken up all of last week and so he hadn't seen Tom in a while.

He waited for the door to open, looking away from the door opening, but holding out his hand to stuff something into Tom's palm. Something very familiar and very strong.

"Let's go," he said, before finally glancing over at the love of his life, mischief playing in his eyes.

[garymoretti]

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[thomashatcher-blog]

A Stranger's Bidding

"My name is Tom. I couldn’t have the offer go past me. Especially not when regarding such a pretty boy like you."

[casperknowles]

It was a compliment, even though the context was a bit dire. "My name's Casper and you're not bad yourself."

[casperknowles]

Mine now. (Tom Hatcher)

"Who are you, again?" Or was he not allowed to ask?