Troye shook his head, looking pained as the blue-haired boy before him ran around, his hands a flurry as he adjusted the space around him. His head hurt from a long day - the constant rate of which he was moving wasn't helping at all, shifting his focus from him to his hands to the couch he sat on. The model moved to say something but Tyler silenced him with a swipe of his hand, retreating to his place behind the camera. He watched as the photographer walked away, stifling a sudden grin as he watched the camera man's furrowed brow.
"Don't speak," Tyler reminded him, ducking to behind the lens, his favorite place to be.
Troye smiled fondly, shaking his head. His body tensed at his sudden movement but raised his eyes to look at her, their eyes meeting as the Australian laughed. "I love you," he reminded him.
Tyler didn't respond and he didn't have to, a soft smile gracing his features before the soft clicks and flashes of photography filled the closed attic.
Maybe this was worth the headache, Troye thought, settling into the quiet companionship of the one he adored.
author's note: Reeeaally short Troyler one-short for a friend who loves it.
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Two Hundred Circumstances
Short StoryAn attempt at the 100 prompt challenge, except I'll be doing two lists. All original and always finished, take a look if you like (I'd also appreciate constructive criticism). Some will be long, some short. Not done in order. PG for future chapters...
