sweet but sour,
simple but complex
; all but the same
it takes a prolonged few seconds for troye to realize this is not the pleasureful type of sour that he is tasting, not like the sour candies that cause your nose to crinkle; but the sour that lingers, demonstrating refusal to vacate the taste buds as it attempts to steal every last ounce of sweetness that had once remained; until troye is out of breath. his countless efforts to force his thoughts into a somewhat simple mindset were flawed as complexity persisted, it's bluntness stabbing through his mind, proving survival; until troye is out of breath.
12:39 am
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nocturnal // tronnor
Fanfictionin which connor writes poems about troye every night without him ever knowing "he may belong to the night, but he does not belong to me" //written at varying hours of the night - published at varying hours of the day//
