L I O N H E A R T | Tronnor

routine

Move as much as possible.

Troye and Connor were sat on the couch watching a documentary Connor picked out, and the only thing that Troye could focus on was moving. He bounced his legs and tapped his fingers, made sure to sit up straight. Little things that would burn calories.

"Angel, you feeling okay?" Connor looked down at where Troye sat tensely next to him. He placed a gentle hand on Troye's knee to stop the movement. Troye looked up and smiled at Connor, leaning in to press a soft kiss onto his lips.

"Of course." Troye reassured, grinning shyly when Connor grabbed him by his waist and hoisted him onto his lap. Troye placed his hands on Connor's shoulders and giggled when he started to place sweet kisses onto his neck. Troye closed his eyes and ran his fingers through the soft strands of hair resting on top of Connor's head.

"Beautiful boy." Connor mumbled between kisses, sucking a bruise onto Troye's neck. Troye whimpered quietly, unconsciously shuffling closer to him. Connor's grip tightened on him, letting go to grab the bottom of Troye's oversized sweatshirt.

Troye's eyes widened, breaking the kiss and stopping Connor's hands. "Not tonight, baby." Troye demanded softly, getting off of Connor's lap. Connor pouted, reaching for Troye.

"Where are you going?" Connor asked, eyes furrowing when Troye made his way out of the living room.

Troye turned around and smiled at him. "Just to the bathroom. I'll be back."

Stand over the toilet, do not kneel

Troye turned on the faucet and stood over the toilet. He put the lid up and shoved his fingers to the back of his throat. He couched a couple of times, eyes watering and drool spilling from his mouth. He kept his fingers against the back of his throat and placed a firm hand against his stomach. Soon he felt the familiar burn of the acid traveling up his throat and coughed harshly. When he was done, he flushed the toilet twice before washing his hands. He rinsed his mouth with mouthwash and spit it into the sink.

When he made his way back to the living room, he found Connor sitting quietly on the couch with the documentary paused. Connor looked up and his eyes softened when they landed on Troye's dainty body. "I made us some macaroni and cheese." Connor stated softly, eyes scanning Troye's body when he tensed up visibly.

"You didn't have to." Troye plastered on a smile and sat down next to Connor.

Connor shrugged his shoulders and cleared his throat. "I remember your mom saying it was your favorite when you were a kid." He noticed Troye's grimace when he looked down at the food and sighed. "Are you doing it again?" Connor asked timidly.

Troye shook his head quickly. "No, I'm better." Troye reassured, placing a hand on Connor's arm. "It's just hard, to think about." Connor frowned. "I barely ate when I was a child. So, remembering a time when I had a favorite food is kind of hard. It was so long ago." Connor listened intently, knowing how hard it was to get him to open up. So he soaked up anything he could get. "Thank you, let me just grab my water." Troye pressed a kiss against Connor's cheek and walked to the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing a water bottle.

Cold water burns more calories.

He made his way back to Connor and sat down on him, startling a giggle out of the boy. Troye wrapped his arms around his neck and placed a hard kiss onto his lips. Connor groaned and pulled away, lips grazing over Troye's. "Eat, please." Troye rolled his eyes and nipped gently at Connor's bottom lip before pulling away. He settled more comfortably onto Connor's lap and grabbed his bowl of food. Connor watched him for a second before grabbing his own bowl, digging right in. Troye gathered a small proportion of food onto his fork and slowly put it in his mouth. He chewed slowly but thoroughly.

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He swallowed harshly, quickly grabbing his water and chugging it.

Water makes you full.

"Don't drink too much, Tro." Connor scolded him gently. "Then you won't want to eat your food."

Troye didn't reply, instead gathered more mac and cheese onto his fork and putting it into his mouth.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

He grabbed his water again, seeing Connor shake his head slightly from the corner of his eye.

Water makes it easier for it to come out later.

When Troye was done with half of the bowl, he set it down on the table next to the couch and slumped against Connor's body. He swallowed the bile that was already gathering in his throat and tried to relax his body. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths. Connor watched him closely, placing a kiss onto the side of Troye's head and resting his lips there. "You full?"

Troye bit back the tears and nodded his head.

It controlled his life.