violetlazer
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- Ghost (Sweden Band) (10)
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You can’t do another second of this. It’s twenty- ah- twenty one minutes past eight, Terzo is unspeakably late to the meeting he’d organised, and if you open your legs a little bit on this too-small couch you’ll be touching Copia’s thigh with your own.
(Or: Terzo does you a favour, Copia gets on his knees, and you make extended eye contact with a rodent.)
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“Ah. Welcome. Do you know why I have summoned you?”
“No, Papa,” you lie.
Even underneath his paint, you see him quirk an eyebrow. He hums, reaching into a drawer, retrieving his phone and placing it on the surface of the desk, screen facing you. He beckons you to come closer, and you reluctantly oblige. Reluctantly, because you know you’re facing your own oblivion in bright illuminated text. Since last night you’ve been living in desperate, foolish hope that what is currently happening might not happen. As you lean in close to assess the damage, a small, involuntary groan escapes you. You’re looking, as you knew you would be, at the message thread between you and Secondo on his personal, private number.
(Or: Your first kiss with Secondo.)
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- Part 2 of First Kisses: Papal Edition
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It’s maddening when someone permeates your mind to the point that silly things remind you of them. Case in point: you see a mildly interesting plant and you think of Primo. It’s relentless. And this morning, you’d been thoroughly on-track and on-time when you’d dropped your keys in a patch of grass just outside the living quarters. When you bent down to pick them up you’d come face to face with that most elusive treasure: the four-leaf clover.
(Or: Your first kiss with Primo.)
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- Part 1 of First Kisses: Papal Edition
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You reckon there’s a possibility you may be dreaming. As Sister Imperator slides into your lap, straddling you in the high-backed leather chair you’ve only just sunk into, a possibility seems to give way to a strong probability. Here, a couple of hours after Papa Nihil’s most recent performance, in the dingiest of bars this town has to offer, the jukebox is cranked up loud enough that she has to lean in close to speak. Long blonde hair tickles your nose.
“Something on your mind?”
(Or: You aren't meeting Sister Imperator's expectations. She wants to show you what you're missing out on.)
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It’s not that he can’t commit, as he’d told you one evening, fingers tracing your spine as you lay together in flushed afterglow. It isn’t that his eyes wander or he grows bored of his lovers. He’s simply never wanted to. Until-
Still, neither of you have dropped the bomb yet. The declaration that feels like the point of no return, that desperate leap into the unknown. If you cross that threshold together any illusion of a casual affair is shattered, and what then? You either belong to each other for the rest of your lives or suffer complete and utter heartbreak. Perhaps, though, tonight could be the night. Perhaps. Let’s see how brave you feel. But hell, he’s brought you to gaze at the stars and he’s so close and so handsome and you know it’s only a matter of time before you slip. You swallow.
“Thank you,” you say. “Terzo, this is–”
“I am in love with you.”
(Or: Terzo wants to watch the stars with you.)
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