Fighting reality | C
Apr 29, 2017 23:28:36 GMT -5
Post by Matteo D'Amore on Apr 29, 2017 23:28:36 GMT -5
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[attr="class","tonlytimeleft"]"Conner." Matteo mumbled as Conner kissed him. But nothing came after it until after Conner had said he loved him and wanted Matt to need him. "You're always there for me when I need you. I want you to be my first." He did want Conner to be the first person he slept with, but Conner hadn't been there earlier when Matt had been attacked. Honestly? Matt didn't blame him. There's no way Conner could have known, and had he, the poor blond probably would have suffered a lot more than Matt had. "You don't have to... I look like shit." Matt argued. Conner was just being nice, Matt didn't need to correct him, and yet, the dark-haired boy felt like it was important to tell Conner he could be honest. When Conner finally helped him get his shirt off Matt tried to help, wincing with a quiet 'ow' as the shirt came down his arm. Once it was off Matt watched Conner's expression change. Clearly he wasn't happy. "Maybe..." Matt began, his tone a bit annoyed. Not 'maybe we can', he wasn't toying with Conner. 'Maybe this was a mistake' was where it was going. But his attention wandered to Conner carelessly straddling his hips- did he not realize Matt had been shot? Insensitive- ... and yet, it didn't hurt. Matt ignored Conner's question, trying to imagine pain in his hip. He was focusing on it- if he focused he couldn't be suppressing it or ignoring it, could he? Oddly enough, not feeling pain was almost more scary than feeling it. Was it possible he just couldn't tell the difference between the pain in his chest and the pain in his hip? Conner seemed oblivious to his worry, not that he could really blame him- he wasn't verbalizing any of it, or looking distressed- nope, Matt looked like he was thinking, which he was. When Conner leaned closer to him, kissing him, telling him he wanted him and that he could wait, Matt's expression shifted to annoyance. "What did you do?" Matt asked abruptly, his hands raising to push Conner up so he could sit up himself. "You did something to me..." Moving still hurt. He'd moved to a sitting position, but it wasn't comfortable. Still, he could see now that his hip didn't appear to have any injury at all. What was this? It felt almost like magic. Reaching out, Matt unbuttoned Conner's pants, tugging them down to reveal his hip. He hadn't 'stolen' the injury... but how? Matt scoffed at the uninjured flesh, pushing lightly on Con's chest as if to push him away again. Though, it wasn't a very forceful push. "Just, shut up!" As if he hadn't just asked Conner to explain. Matt needed to think. Acting as though he were going to ignore Conner, Matt grabbed his water off the bedside table, sipping the drink. Was he really mad that his vampire made him feel better? As silly as it was, he was mad that he couldn't understand the vampire in front of him. Setting the drink back down Matt looked to Conner again. "I can't die when I'm with you?" It was a question. Not an, 'I want to die' question- he didn't. But knowing he was safe with Conner was actually relieving. | [attr="class","tonlytimeright"] [attr="class","tonlytimeimg"] [attr="class","tonlytimelyric1"]afraid to lose control. caught up in this world. I've wasted time, I've wasted breath, I think I've thought myself to death. I was born without this fear. now only this seems clear: I need to move, I need to fight, I need to lose myself tonight. [attr="class","tonlytimelyric2"]woah- come with me now. i'm gonna take you down [attr="class","tonlytimeline"] [attr="class","tonlytimenotes"]notes | idk
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