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"They won't be able to reach you here, I swear." - louis

Comforting-Edition {Sentence Starters}

   “… But they can try. And I’ll be laughing when they do.”

    At last, Percy can put aside his forlorn demeanor; is he dreaming? The boy gifts Louis with a smile: finally, someone who will take care of him, someone who will comfort him in a time of need, someone who will be there. He’s been rescued from the ugly clutches of an ugly place. No more painful nights; no more lying under strange, sad people for survival. This – this is where he belongs.

   Percy pulls himself further up onto their shared seat, letting his head lie against Louis’ chest, idly fiddling with the man’s sleeve. 

    “—I’m so happy.”

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[ 02:50 AM ❤ Louis ❤ ] is it?

[ 02:50 AM ❤ Louis ❤ ] I wonder what it could possibly be missing.

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     Isaac wanders around the lobby of a gallery, a pair of old paint-stained Converse on his feet. A Valentino kimono-coat covers the denim shorts and white t-shirt beneath. He’s waiting on Louis-- this is all part of his not-so-elaborate plan to surprise his other half, hoping to catch his attention with his fashion decisions for the evening. Maybe he should be more concerned about the event at hand, but Louis is on a higher pillar than the so-called “art” within these walls.

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    “You’re a brute.”

    Percy hisses at Louis -- all fury, yet no intent. He wants Louis to want him so much he can’t stand it. He’s typically so quick to offer himself to the man, but after tonight Percy’s learned that things should go his way, for once.

   Dark makeup is smeared across Percy’s left eyelid, the other remains in-tact. Despite the damage to his mask, he’s overly confident in what power he holds in such a small space. Smirking, he swipes Louis’ hand away.

   “You think you can get away with everything.”

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Send me ⊙ for a 6 song soundtrack to describe our muses together. 

LOUIS AND PERCY

Careful You by TV on the Radio

Oui je t'aime, oui je t'aime   (Yes I love you, yes I love you À demain, à la prochaine     See you tomorrow, see you later)

Wicked Game by Chris Isaak

What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you

You're Driving Me Crazy (What Did I Do?) by Rudy Vallee

Yes, you, you're driving me crazy What did I do to you?

Latch (DJ Premier Remix) by Disclosure

How do you do it, you got me losing every breath What did you give me to make my heart beat out my chest?

(I Always Kill) The Things I Love by Claudia Brucken

The look in your eyes will turn to surprise As you feel the pain and you realize The one hurting you is somebody who Once said, "I love you"

Great Escape by Washed Out

Make believe the world has vanished around us We could sneak away and not come back We'll run far away And make a great escape

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     It’s late, but there’s enough pride and wine sloshing around in Isaac’s stomach to encourage him to stay awake (even though his lids are drooping and sleep is beginning to sound awfully good). A canvas is haphazardly set before him. His paints are there, too. The brush in his hand is held oh-so loosely. The boy looks up at Louis and makes a face at him.

     “Sit still,” he breathes in French, the alcohol on his breath having more of an effect than his words. “I can’t paint when you’re fidgeting.”

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ツ for Louis~~~~~ surprise me

send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.

[SMS: Louis] YOU WOULD NOT BELIEF WHO I JUST MET AT THE FOR SEASONS!!!

[SMS: Louis] **********FOUR

[SMS: Louis] CALL ME BCK

[SMS: Louis] BUT NOT RITE NOW IM AT A CLUB I CANT HERE ANYTHING!!!!

[SMS: Louis] HAV A GOOD NITE!!!!

[SMS: Louis] ITS DIMITRI BTW!!

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✸ not that it would ever ever ever ever happen

My muse just dreamt that they got killed by yours. Send me ‘✸’ for my muse to wake up from their nightmare and see yours.

   Percy is awoken by his own convulsing. The first thing he does is grab Louis’s wrist, which rests so close to his tear-stained face. 

    “Stop…”

    The realization comes to him in waves; Louis isn’t trying to kill him. He was only dreaming. Dreaming of a knife being driven into his chest, and he’s awake but he can still feel it—

    In the very next moment, he presses himself close to Louis as gentle sobs fall from his lips. Percy is awake, yet he can’t safely determine whether or not Louis is still angry with him, or whether he hates him – Louis, the love of his life, who would never bring harm to Percy.

    “— Forgive me…”