In the beginning, it was the two of them sharing a smile that meant very little to anyone who saw it and something else entirely to the two of them. Dec had a lovely smile; a pink tip of tongue barely visible between straight rows of teeth, his eyes ignited with whatever emotion that had drawn the expression across his face. In the beginning it was the two of them, lying side by side (his flat, not Dec's, because he lived alone). His hair would be a bit on the wild side, every strand out of place as it pressed against the pillow, but Dec would look at him as if they could pretend there was nothing wrong. But in the beginning, it was the 90s, and no amount of endearing imperfection could hide the glaring prejudice of the world around them. Dec/Stephen

"maybe you're the only one i can talk to"

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬. 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧