𝐌ISERY.

@M4ULEM,      you don't have to.     [     its slow,    giving him ample time to look all over his features before he's kissing them.     the tears down to his lips.    ]

@M4ULEM,     want it in english,    lenya.     [    the name comes back and it feels familiar.     comes easier than the dullness of hound.    leaning in to press his nose against his.     eyes hazed with utter adoration.     he's almost forgotten how good it feels.     ]

@M4ULEM,     [    his hand gives a small squeeze back,    locking eye contact for the first time.    dropping his gun to run his thumb over the apple of hound's cheek.     so what if it's all lies ?      it's all that he's ever wanted to hear.     ]       say that you mean that.      all of it.

@M4ULEM,      [    caught between a rock and a hard place,     his feelings for hound and the broken trust he has now.    his heart yells at him to comfort him,     kiss away the tears that dare to stain his pretty cheeks.     but that same heart got him in this mess.     he tries to pry the hand off his chest,    taking pleasure in the brief contact even for a minute.     ]      i cant  —  god,    no,     hound i can't.      you're asking too much this time.     i don't want to be some dopamine for you.     i love you,    but i need something stable.

@M4ULEM,     [    it tears at him,    stops him from ripping the other away.     keeps him weak and vulnerable in a way hound probably planned.     some twisted game to ruin and mock him.     he can't fall for it again.    ]     ...    are you kidding ?     you pushed me away,    im giving you space.      please.     you don't need to manipulate me,     i'm not ready for it yet.

@M4ULEM,     [    his heart wrenches at the voice.    his knees almost buckle,    but he keeps strong.     eyes glued ahead and shoulders tense.     if there's something to be said...    say it now.    ]

@M4ULEM,     [    a part of him hopes for an apology.    a sincere one that concludes with soft kisses.    but it won't happen,     he just needs to move on.    pretend hound isn't something damn near a first love to him.     ]

@M4ULEM,     okay.    [   it's curt,   not even bothering with a glance over his shoulder.    his usually liveliness absent.   ]

±   cb.   i miss my boy

@SH00TFIRST,     [     a nod is given along with a genuine pout.    silent he shall remain.     ]