[pretty fucking gay, dude. believing that so-called preference less and less by the second here.
but it was easy to think you were above it all, that you were bigger than it all, when you purposely isolated yourself. it was easy to think you were superior, a lot older than you really were, when you were the reason why a terrible man threw himself out a window. when you stood so far apart from everyone else, so far ahead of everything else.
he doesn't like being forced into a corner. he likes it even less when there's no escape, when he can't just fuck off and go back to his own room and that space he shared with an awful troll. despite being so toned, his fingers are slender, almost delicate. they curl in on themselves as they are touched, as if trying to slink away. his eyes flicker away too.]
You've known me for a month.
[he's quite clear about that. even if it doesn't sound like it.]
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but it was easy to think you were above it all, that you were bigger than it all, when you purposely isolated yourself. it was easy to think you were superior, a lot older than you really were, when you were the reason why a terrible man threw himself out a window. when you stood so far apart from everyone else, so far ahead of everything else.
he doesn't like being forced into a corner. he likes it even less when there's no escape, when he can't just fuck off and go back to his own room and that space he shared with an awful troll. despite being so toned, his fingers are slender, almost delicate. they curl in on themselves as they are touched, as if trying to slink away. his eyes flicker away too.]
You've known me for a month.
[he's quite clear about that. even if it doesn't sound like it.]
So you're absolutely delusional. But at least...
[...I tried to warn you...]
...you have good taste, if nothing else.