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isa i am croissantsexual you know we can’t mantain a healthy relationship together 

isa no 

another episode from the series “things i don’t want to know about you” 

     —- { ooc. In which I finally step out of my comfort zone and try to re-write Lysander’s bio and recover his muse. Let’s see how this will work out! }

admitityouknowyouloveit:

Elvis Presley- don’t be cruel

──☆ Grumble grumble, roll roll— Lysander is not going to wake up so soon. Plus the fact it’s too cold to get out of his comfortable zone, and he might catch a cold.

spinning-nightmares:

His ears picked up the sound of the other’s faint gasp-with eyes still closed he allowed the soft voice of the french boy to enter his ears and be registrated into his brain. He always thanked him-no day went by or Lysander would find something to thank him for. Moving his own hands upwards he allowed his fingers to clutch the fabric of the male’s shirt-tugging it slightly as he moved his neck a bit to the side, creating more space for the albino’s face. He could feel his warm breathe tickle his skin. The mouse exhaled loudly before he spoke. “Don’t thank—me. There—is—no need—to.” He murmured.

One hand was moved towards Lysander’s neck before it tangled into his short white locks. Dorian had never went this far with showing any sort of affection so there was still some slight hesitation at his part but he wanted to show the boy how much he cared for him and if this was the only way so be it. He had no intention into playing with someone else’ feelings but he was so certain that there was more to this than he would initially think so he did what he could. Moving his head slowly he whispered.

“I—really—want—to love—you. I—really do—but…” But what? He couldn’t even properly explain it. Did he need time? Or did he simply need a good smack in the head? “—I won’t lie—to you and—say that I—feel nothing—I do. But—I am—..” He let go of the male’s body and took a step backwards-turning around, back facing the boy. “—Scared.” He whispered so softly that he wasn’t even sure if the other could hear it.

──☆ Such a small movement that caused an amout of shivers go up and down on his spine. Such a strange and unusual moment for the two, that was. Mostly because he never knew that Dorian would to that to him. Shutting his eyes, the boy enjoyed every second, still with a faint smile adorning his delicate features. Well, well, well— who knew that? Since Lysander couldn’t say anything at that moment — he could barely whisper anything —, he stayed quite, inhaling deeply and resting his head on the dormouse’s shoulder. 

     Perhaps it was too much to ask for this moment last forever. But he opened his eyes as soon as he heard the other saying something. So Dorian felt something for him— this was better than nothing, and it surpassed all his expectations. Still a bit absent-minded by that words, Lysander barely noticed when the other moved away from him. But he wouldn’t care for it now. All he could think about was what Dorian said. 

     Bringing his hands towards his chest, the albino shut his eyes again, his smile even growing wider. That feeling— there isn’t any word to describe it. Remembering what the mouse said back in that day, he could figure out why the other moved away. Hesitation. Hesitation and fear. and his words— to wait for him forever. The boy wasn’t the type of person who breaks promises. “I will wait for you. Like I said, non?”

firsttimeuser:

Flower Shop, Paris, 1950s by Victor Meeussen