#vicbastian

[secretrps]

All I want in life is a Victor Trevor/Sebastian Moran Teenlock rp....

(psst I'm on Omegle under Victor Trevor, Viclock, Victorlock, Vicseb, Vicbastian, Morvor, Sebastian Moran, mormor, unilock, and teenlock. Come find me!)

[secretrps]

Vicbastian

I rarely see anyone on this tag so this was really refreshing! Gorgeous writing too :) What a lovely Sebastian! 

http://logs.omegle.com/d5c0a74

(I think I was subconsciously inspired by a certain very lovely drabble written by the most wonderful mr-trevor, Enjoy!)

[mr-trevor-blog]

[tigerstripedsniper]

drabble prompt: melt

Eyes.

"— vic.”

Tongues. 

Skin.

“your cigarette…(!)”

[tigerstripedsniper]

drabble prompt: Sheets

                                                B E T W E E N                                                    you & me                                                  S H E E T S 

(stay.)

[tigerstripedsniper]

✪ not sorry )

Smoke bloomed upwards from his lips, fading into nothing, as if it were joining the clouds hovering thick in the sky above. Rain was threatening, but it didn’t matter. 

He was perched on the railing of the balcony, a little haphazardly, but somehow he made it seem comfortable. Victor occupied the little patio chair, making use of the ashtray on the matching table. They stared out at the sun starting to rise together, as they had countless mornings before.

There was a beauty to the city that so few got the chance to observe — some busied with getting ready for work, for school, others sleeping away the morn in bed. Victor and Sebastian looked over the scape languidly, like kings observing their land. They saw silhouettes of birds cutting across the sky, the runners chasing cars that were starting to thicken out the streets. They saw blinds open and close, clusters of school kids starting to materialize. 

All of this whilst trading fresh cool air, with thick, sweet smoke. 

It was an accident, of course. And Sebastian’s fault for pretending he was a god-damned cat curled up on a thin metal rail, painted black and comprised of delicate curls of metal. He reached across Vic to flick his butt into the ashtray and lost his balance.

It was slow motion. His foot slipping, trying to compensate by shifting his weight, but in doing so just shifting awkwardly, twisting, and landing flat on Victor, who in turn tumbled from his seat. When the clattering and the panic from the sudden motion slicing through their calm ceased, their eyes met, only a few centimetres apart. Lips grazing, barely. 

Neither moved. There was just this extended period of motionless staring. Both trying to figure out what had happened. Lips pressed against each other’s. It lasted like that for longer than either could count, just a strange symphony of passing cars and chirping birds, the wind picking up and dying down. The city serenading their unlikely, uncomfortable love story. 

Something clicked in Sebastian that made him lean just slightly closer, but in exactly that moment, some sharp pain jolted at his waist and he leapt back, immediately brushing at himself trying to find the source of the pain as he knelt before Victor on the cold tiles of the balcony. A perfect circle burnt through his shirt and into his hipbone, tracing it back to the dying cigarette still clutched in Victor’s fingers.

It started to rain.