Smoking Aether because cigarette duet plays in my mind.
Aether was outside in his pajamas. It was about 2am and he couldn't sleep. He grabbed a box of cigarettes and lit one on fire. Then he breathed out the smoke from the fire stick. He sighed. How has he come to this. Wasting his life because of one thing?
"Aether. What the fuck."-Xiao
"AH! Oh. Hi Xiao."-Aether
"We talked about this. I don't want you wasting your life."-Xiao
"It's Just a cigarette. You used to smoke as well Xiao."-Aether
"Ah you're right. Just please dont make the same mistake I did."-Xiao
"I won't. Im actually controlling myself. Unlike what you did."-Aether
"Who did you even get it from?"-Xiao
"Venti. He said keep it just in case."-Aether
"I will be smacking you both on the head. It was just because I got addicted. And I said I was sorry."-Xiao
"I know. I just wanted to hear you."-Aether
"Are you upset at me?"-Xiao
"What does it look like? Of course I am. Why do you think I would smoke this early in the morning?"-Aether
Aether sighed. "Just forget it. I liked you better when you smoked. At least then we were more happy."
Xiao frowned. He's right. They started to drift apart because of personal reasons like having too much of each other's personal space. To them, it felt like selfishness.
"If you stop smoking for a week, then can we go on a date? Just the two of us?"-Xiao
The blond nodded. He put his lit cigarette in the ashtray and went back inside to sleep. With his lover in hand. The butterflies started to come back to his stomach.
I SEE A LITTLE SILHOUETTO OF A MAN, SCARAMOUCHE, SCARAMOUCHE, WILL YOU DO THE FANDANGO?
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