Silver and Gold is the silhouette of You and Me (NSFW)

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Author's note: This was Inspired by the song two by sleeping at last and Wasting My Young Years  by London Grammar. 
There are mentions of past self harm, current eating disorders and past abuse.

The story is actually pretty sweet because our boys love each other

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Light of the morning sun slipped past the blinds, its golden hue illuminating brawny skin. Contouring every line on his body, his ribs and scars alike. They were like strands of silver, adorning his tawny skin delicately. Every stroke of a knife told a different story forever printed on the flesh it had carved.

His form melted into the sheets that had barely covered his bare body. As the light hit his eyelids, they twitched open. They opened to a wonderful sight, next to him was his boyfriend. He was like the finest of Greek statues made of marble. His skin was as porcelain made of moonlight. Even as the golden warmth cascaded over him as horizontal lines of light, he was still of that pale color. Although it made it seem as if golden lines were on his inner thighs and arms. Scattered about to tell a story of the past where perfection was sought but could never be found.

Eddy was gold adorned in silver and Brett was silver adorned in gold. Together they were intertwined together. One without the other could never be complete. They were one half of a whole. Neither violinists were stuck in the unhealthy cycle of codependency, they simply felt more complete when knowing they had someone to wake up for. They had someone to breathe for.

From the bed a shaky hand lifted. Eddy reached out to his sleeping lover, cupping his cheek as if to make sure he was still there. Still there alive. Still there breathing. Still with him. Carefully he stroked over the smooth skin, sometimes he couldn't believe that Brett was real. That Brett was by his side, that Brett chose him. Brett didn't have to stay here in this cruel life but he chose to stay. Chose to suffer in a world where people didn't care for people like them, but chose it all to be by Eddy's side. If one day he chose to leave, Eddy would bid him farewell with a heavy heart but would understand the need.

Eddy himself was fully aware of the choices he had to face: To stay or to go, to live or to die. Some days he woke up and wanted to cease to exist yet he still kept breathing for Brett, the one he loved. Every morning he would wake up and tell himself, "It's worth it if I choose to stay."

In this moment he was happy to be here even if to live was to suffer, was to struggle and fight to exist. All in the end to lay here across from Brett and stroking his cheek was all worth it.

Brett's eyes soon fluttered open, "Good mornin' , love."

He spoke through a yawn. His whole face scrunching up adorably as he did, "How long have you been awake?"

"Not too long, just for a few minutes, " A lazy smile pulled at the corner of his lips, "Long enough to admire you though."

He loved how subtle pink tones dusted over the other violinist's cheeks. He was so, so beautiful.

A pout found its way to Brett's soft pink lips, "No fair, I wanted to get to admire your peaceful sleeping face. Ah maybe next time."

The pout was replaced by a smile, his eyes squinted as the corners of his lips raised. Eddy couldn't help but kiss the edge of that lovely smile. Brett wanting proper kisses pressed his lips against Eddy's chapped ones, that had been chewed way too often. Eddy by nature was a biter or a chewer. When anxious he often would gnaw on his lips or chew the inside of his cheeks. If it was really bad he would turn to chewing the sides of his fingers. It was one of the many forms of how his anxiety clawed its way out from his heart through his ribcage. Clawing, biting, pulling, anything it could do to be released.
The rough feelings of tears didn't deter Brett from kissing Eddy though, only solidified his choice to buy a silicone ring designed to chew. They didn't do everything perfectly but they always cared for one another no matter what it looked like. No matter how they felt or if they argued, they were always there to pick up the pieces.

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