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umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars]
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and to you, i am whole | holt/cygnus blitz! Jul 1, 2022 15:33:01 GMT -5

Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Jul 1, 2022 15:33:01 GMT -5

To his mother and father, he was the easy one. He never complained, always made sure his chores were done on time, never argued or fought them over their rules. To his siblings, he was the kiss-ass, the one who seemed impervious to his parents' otherwise iron-fisted rule. To his friends in school, he was a charmer, popular. Quiet, sure, and usually uninterested, but pleasant to be around. To himself, Cygnus was... good at lying, if nothing else.

Everywhere he went, someone recognized him as something he was not: neither prim, nor proper, a snake wearing petals as armor. That's why he loved nights like these, where no one's face was uncovered, and Cygnus Alcott was just another boy in a black-lit, overcrowded room. He was deceptive blue eyes and a pearly white smile peering out from a neon blue and white lace bunny mask. He was no one, nameless. And the boy he approached- taller, and darker, and familiar- he was no one, too. He leaned in to be heard over the pulsing electronic music, his chin tipped up so that he could reach the other's ears.

He could smell his cologne from this distance, something like a more buttery cinnamon mixed in with a broken promise. He was the kind of danger that tasted too good to put down until it was too late. Cydnus was finding their late-night visits more and more restricting- there was a time when even this would've been way too risky. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes- he was more than well-aware the consequences that befall those who give a Fier their heart. But Cygnus was only good at pretending to be a good boy, and he didn’t remember offering anyone his heart. Holt wasn't safe here, either.

"I think you were about to ask me to dance with you," he said anyway, biting down on his bottom lip.

If he wasn't before, he was now.

Last Edit: Jul 1, 2022 15:52:01 GMT -5 by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars]

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maverick hale 🌧️ d5 [nyte]
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and to you, i am whole | holt/cygnus blitz! Jul 8, 2022 1:19:05 GMT -5

Post by maverick hale 🌧️ d5 [nyte] on Jul 8, 2022 1:19:05 GMT -5

He lives life like there's a knife pressed against his throat, like he can feel the bite of it's blade with every inhale. Holt is nothing but slapdash and haphazard, calculated only when it comes to causing chaos. It's lucky his last name welcomes low expectations. There's a lot that can be said about the eldest Fier boy, most of all that he is a slave to no one but his own whims.

It's fun to play into their ire. He's not a fucking idiot after all. Especially when he was younger and stupider and cared a whole lot more about what others thought of him, he noticed how people looked at him. The way they shifted in their seats, warm expressions turning tense and forced the minute he entered a room. Most had already formed their opinion of him before he even opened his mouth so fuck it, right?

But tonight is sacred because it's so different. No one has looked twice at the boy in the black satin wolf mask, it's pointed fangs resting just above his top lip. He is nothing and nobody, a shadow waiting to be chased by sunlight. Not that he'd admit it, but he was feeling quite a bit lost before his stranger found him. A smile breaks at the sight of him, tense shoulders relaxing as Holt angles his head down to hear his companion better.

The sight is a bit strange, all familiarity obscured by blue lace and a bunny nose. Right now he is not exactly Holt so he lets affection seep into his open smile, something often saved for the moments his lips are pressed to Cygnus' and it's much easier to hide. "I think you were about to ask me to dance with you."

The realization that he can - without the threat of consequence - sends a thrill up his spine. They've played this game for a while but never like this. Out in the open instead of behind closed doors where it's all adrenaline rushes and muffled voices. It's somehow more intimate to lace their fingers together now, turning his head so that his lips brush against Cygnus' ear as he speaks.

"Come on then, beautiful stranger." He pulls Cygnus toward the sound of music, thrumming through the room like a frantic heartbeat. "You'll have to forgive me if I step on your toes." He laughs as he runs his free hand over his hair, surprisingly earnest, "I can't say I have much practice, though I know that ruins the sauve-and-sexy thing I've got going."