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Happy Valentine's Day or smthn 💙
Balcony Scene(tm)
... gonna be real I dunno if that's what the outside of Boyfriend's window looks like. Pretty sure it isn't but when the balcony beckons you just gotta ball
anyway then he swooced right in and tugged up on it once till he dead or smthn
Day or night, I'll hold you tight
... You know I think that clock needs new batteries or smthn
(this is also sort of a sequel pic to this one I did like yesterday I think)
Hehe... meme.....
I was late. It slipped my mind. I felt dumb, but I felt bad too; he deserved something on Valentine's, even if it was over now. I didn't even notice he'd been crying until I finally looked up and the box of chocolates I was hiding behind my back suddenly didn't feel so stupid to give him anymore.
Got your hat
Rendering glass is hard :/
Trying to cope with whatever these two have going on (in my head anyways) is even harder
Is he still breathing...?
His chest didn’t have any indication of a heartbeat, so if not for the subtle trembling that wracked him from head to toe Boyfriend would’ve just as well assumed he’d died then and there. A literal swan song. Relief settled somewhere in his chest and he shifted him more comfortably in his arms.
What should he do now? He hadn’t exactly planned on meeting anybody here, but he couldn’t just leave him...
Then he heard a laugh like a shallow wind in a deep, damp, dark cave and a hint of salt tickled Boyfriend’s nose.
“You have... a really nice voice.”
His reflection’s own voice was barely anything that could be considered a sound; hoarse and winded, the way his own would get after hours of screaming, but he could feel the vibrato of it through his ribs. He looked like him, but sounded just slightly different. Deeper. Huskier. Tired... er. And ever-so-slightly demonic.
“... Thanks. You, too.”