i literally don't have any black/white ships besides stormpilot but that's not the kind of relationship i want to write so i'm writing my own characters. song: 911/mr.lonely by tyler, the creator moodboard:
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elijah came to the flimsy screen door he's seen a thousand times and knocked softly just like he has a million times before. and just like every other time, footsteps thundered down the stairs inside and the door swung open, a pale boy smiling sweetly as they made eye contact.
jackson williams, a kind boy with ginger hair and soft blue eyes, and orange freckles that danced across his pale skin. he was tall, but elijah wasn't much smaller.
elijah took jackson's hand for the hundredth time and lead him down to the sidewalk. they walked together, his ginger boyfriend occasionally laughing or nodding while he ranted about his day. the summer sun shined on them both as they made their way to the park, a place they often spent their time smoking and skating and talking. sunflowers lined the sidewalks as they came to the park, the both of them finding a spot on the concrete skate park to sit down and chill for the millionth time.
elijah pulled out a box of cigarettes, handing one to his boyfriend. they smoked while jackson talked about tyler, the creator and other music, elijah half-listening and half admiring the way the ginger talked. he spoke with such confidence and spirit, elijah was sure he could talk about the most boring things in the world and still make it interesting.
elijah grinned, complimenting jackson and watching his pale skin grow into red hue on his high cheekbones just like he has a million times.
jackson smiled, taking a drag of his cigarette and dramatically blowing out a large cloud of white smoke for the tenth time that day.
"you are so fucking addicting, elijah." jackson said for the first time.
