Vigilant Vanities

Two boys and a shit ton of trauma ☆

Elias wakes up in an unfamiliar bed with one feeling in his stomach - dread. The sun is still sleeping and the night air is cold against his pale, bare skin. There's no blanket in the room. Just a rumpled navy sheet across a creaking mattress. The party is dead, the music faded completely. He can hear himself breathe. His chest is slowly heating up in panic like a car engine running on fumes. He's choking and a deep sense of shame wells up in him so fiercely, he has to shut his eyes. There's no blanket.

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Rowen moves to a new school. He promises not to start trouble, not to get in any fights and not to piss off any parents. Including his own father, who's one gray hair away from putting away the gentle parenting books and picking up his mother's classic slipper to the cheek karate moves. Rowen is trying his best to avoid any drama.

Elias makes that hard. As labelled 'Adonis' of Haven High, everybody knows him, wants him, watches him. His name is candy on every hungry girl's tongue. Vanity is a weak word compared to his ego. He's an arsehole, to put it bluntly. Arrogant, selfish, full of himself. Eyes that trace over you like dirt on the pavement. Rowen's never been good at keeping promises anyway. One punch can be good for the growing ego.

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WARNING: Depictions of sexual and physical assault, trauma recovery, self harm, violence and depression. Proceed with caution.

(Assault does not occur between main pairing)