He smelled like cigarettes and the promise of tomorrow, she looked like sunshine and the rest of his life.
Or, in which the two tortured artists of the ton find solace from conformity in each other
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cross posted on ao3 under the same user
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He smelled like cigarettes and the promise of tomorrow, she looked like sunshine and the rest of his life.
Or, in which the two tortured artists of the ton find solace from conformity in each other
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cross posted on ao3 under the same user
𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 difference between a sin and a clandestine longing? A yearning that pulses silently beneath the surface, sheltered away from a place where love is tightly defined and dr...