[ He assured as he felt the testimony of fingers playing against his side, like deja-vu and he could almost swear that he had felt this underneath a different sky, another timeline. It was deja-vu, something further than the illicit drunken night they had previously. This orbiting circled around the sun, the moon and the stars, and most importantly; around his King.
He did not care who saw him here on Eliot's lap, in his arms.
All he wanted was for Eliot to take him home, to love him-- he was so needy and desperate for love, especially love without judgement, and without resentment. Fuck, he did not want to be resented, he did not want to be overlooked-- and perhaps that was much to ask for but right now, he did not think it was. He rested his forehead to Eliot's and closed his eyes ]
You will have to leave me first..
[ and that wasn't a physical thing, that was an emotional thing; Alice had left him several times-- emotionally, and the times he'd left had been in response, with his fragile heart attempting to struggle with the concept of being left and running for the one thing that had promised him safety. And he'd been a fool, a fool not to have stayed from the beginning ]
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[ He assured as he felt the testimony of fingers playing against his side, like deja-vu and he could almost swear that he had felt this underneath a different sky, another timeline. It was deja-vu, something further than the illicit drunken night they had previously. This orbiting circled around the sun, the moon and the stars, and most importantly; around his King.
He did not care who saw him here on Eliot's lap, in his arms.
All he wanted was for Eliot to take him home, to love him-- he was so needy and desperate for love, especially love without judgement, and without resentment. Fuck, he did not want to be resented, he did not want to be overlooked-- and perhaps that was much to ask for but right now, he did not think it was. He rested his forehead to Eliot's and closed his eyes ]
You will have to leave me first..
[ and that wasn't a physical thing, that was an emotional thing; Alice had left him several times-- emotionally, and the times he'd left had been in response, with his fragile heart attempting to struggle with the concept of being left and running for the one thing that had promised him safety. And he'd been a fool, a fool not to have stayed from the beginning ]
I am a fool, but I am your fool, Eliot Waugh.