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Drabble one ;; dream
*beatles cut alex
It was a dream, but he didn't know it. Young Alex with his short Beatle cut and new found acne sat on a chair, falling asleep. It didn't take long for this to happen. Soon enough he found himself in your normal dream full of weird things that seem to appear normal. He walked through the dreams' story aimlessly, thinking nothing of it. Quicker than the speed of light, he was in front of his first love. They were sitting together and giggling, talking about whatever came to mind. She had her hand rested on his, her perfume seemed to gingerly take up the smell of the entire setting, everything seemed to embody her around them. The roses though they were sprinkled with thorns and the clouds though they were large, gray, and ready to rain all over him. Him specifically. Of course he thought nothing of it in the dream and leaned over to give her a kiss to her lips, somehow that nonchalantly transported them into an elevator. Once he was aware of where he was, it started to go rapidly fast down, falling - much like Alex's heart. His eyes widened in shock and his heart sped up just when the lights began flickering and the roses popped up all around them, pricking him in the ankles and grow and grow until they reached his back. He finally let out some cry, parting lips with the girl he loved. He shoved her hand away and moved backwards, hitting the big bush of what wasn't thorn filled roses anymore. It seemed like a huge flourish of poison ivy, thorns, and the occasional rose behind a group of leaves. She then asked him why he had pushed her away like that, Alex's eyes widening in terror as he felt the thorns jab into him. She pushed him down, and down he went, stumbling back into the bush of ivy. In no time, red strokes sheeted his arms, and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to get the sight of the girl above him away. The ivy grew around her rapidly, enclosing the two. Tears soaked his cheeks and he finally mustered up some courage to open his eyes and look at her. Her hair was now falling up from the rapid speed they were going, plummeting down in the elevator. He whimpered at the sight of her, the whimpering only getting louder when she moved forwards towards him and locked lips all over again. He shook his head and - BAM.
The elevator finally reached the ground. Alex was shaking in an elevator, leaning back in the corner. There was no more poison ivy and no more of the girl. His trembling hands reached up to grab at his hair, his sobs getting louder and louder with each upcoming thought about what had just happened. Though the ivy wasn't there, his rash was. "Are you okay?" Alex didn't even open his eyes, he kept them squeezed shut and hiccuped, heart racing. Something soon gently had hold of his wrists, causing Alex to open his eyes ever so slightly, "Please don't hurt me." He was getting sick of this dream. Through the hazy tears, he saw a man with doe eyes, a thin nose, and small lips. He felt like he could trust this person for whatever reason. It was one of those immediate attraction things. Maybe dreams possessed that power, to make you want to give everything to a random person you just met. He latched his arms around the other males neck and wrapped his legs around his waist, clinging on for dear life. His nose even went to bury in the crook of his neck.
// Miles could be depicted in any era you imagined yyyya
Long haired modern Miles, Beatles cut Miles that wasn't exactly too young, fluffy haired Miles, shaved head Miles, etc etc
Drabble two;; morning after
*current humbug alex
There was something fufilling about putting on clothes someone bought you. The night before, Alex had tried on all of the clothes in front of Miles already, but that was more of a haze than anything. He supposed it was due to him being half awake, buzzed off of excitment of Miles finally being back, a twinge of internal embarrassment and shyness he had always picked up when trying out new clothes like these, things like that. But he had just woken up and was going to head out to the store quickly to get some stuff for him and Miles. He shifted around in the mountain of fluffy blankets, he looked so frail sitting up and moving to set his feet down, sitting on the side of the bed. His long hair nearly covered his face as he hung his head, the morning sun that seeped through the curtains just barley highlighting his skinny frame. Bleh. Rubbing his eye, he looked over and saw Miles buried beneath the covers as well, sleeping soundly. Alex crawled over to give him a peck to the cheek before getting up and immediately missing the warmth of his bed, but the grumbling in his stomach and the want for a new pack of cigarettes beat it. He ran a hand through his bangs for them to just fall back as he looked around the floor of his room. The new clothes from last night sat in a pile next to the closet from when he changed in and out of every one of them. He fished through the pile for an outfit, pulling out the mom jeans, button up, Batman socks, and coat. He took the items into the bathroom and had a lazy, hot shower. When the time came and he was finally buttoning the finishing touches on the outfit, he looked at himself in the full body mirror; one could assume he was checking himself out but surprisingly that wasn't the truth. Alex wasn't genuinely cocky, if alone or with Miles in private, that cocky personality usually toned down a bit. He was really just embracing the warmth it gave him when he thought that Miles took the time to actually buy him this stuff. Shortly after, he was done with that little warm session and went to the store.
drabble three;; :/
*mid-humbug cut alex (weird spider lookin side-hair-kinda-long-sh*t)
Alex sat in his room, simply on his bed. He had his hand to his mouth and nipped at the tip of his middle finger gently, eyes staring at the floor where laid scattered bottles and maybe two empty cartons of cigarettes. He had gone through them quick while working on some writing that laid messily around him on the bed. He went to reach for a paper, eyes still concentrated on the floor. He took the side and ripped, now blinking his attention down at the paper. Alex reached for more sheets, ripping and dropping the flakes of paper down on his lap. Once he was done with that he stood up and headed out of his room. He almost looked robotic. He rubbed at his eye and tugged at the bottom eyelid, slowly getting more aggressive with the tug as if he wanted to rip his skin off. Upon opening up the fridge he had tensed up when he even grabbed the handle, his hand tightening around it and his knuckles turning white. He leaned forward to rest his forehead on the fridge for a second before actually opening it, pulling out the tea to pour himself a glass. Alex sat down on the couch with his drink and sipped quietly, stressed, dazed, and distant eyes fixated on the floor like it had some story to tell.
*beatles cut alex
It was a dream, but he didn't know it. Young Alex with his short Beatle cut and new found acne sat on a chair, falling asleep. It didn't take long for this to happen. Soon enough he found himself in your normal dream full of weird things that seem to appear normal. He walked through the dreams' story aimlessly, thinking nothing of it. Quicker than the speed of light, he was in front of his first love. They were sitting together and giggling, talking about whatever came to mind. She had her hand rested on his, her perfume seemed to gingerly take up the smell of the entire setting, everything seemed to embody her around them. The roses though they were sprinkled with thorns and the clouds though they were large, gray, and ready to rain all over him. Him specifically. Of course he thought nothing of it in the dream and leaned over to give her a kiss to her lips, somehow that nonchalantly transported them into an elevator. Once he was aware of where he was, it started to go rapidly fast down, falling - much like Alex's heart. His eyes widened in shock and his heart sped up just when the lights began flickering and the roses popped up all around them, pricking him in the ankles and grow and grow until they reached his back. He finally let out some cry, parting lips with the girl he loved. He shoved her hand away and moved backwards, hitting the big bush of what wasn't thorn filled roses anymore. It seemed like a huge flourish of poison ivy, thorns, and the occasional rose behind a group of leaves. She then asked him why he had pushed her away like that, Alex's eyes widening in terror as he felt the thorns jab into him. She pushed him down, and down he went, stumbling back into the bush of ivy. In no time, red strokes sheeted his arms, and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to get the sight of the girl above him away. The ivy grew around her rapidly, enclosing the two. Tears soaked his cheeks and he finally mustered up some courage to open his eyes and look at her. Her hair was now falling up from the rapid speed they were going, plummeting down in the elevator. He whimpered at the sight of her, the whimpering only getting louder when she moved forwards towards him and locked lips all over again. He shook his head and - BAM.
The elevator finally reached the ground. Alex was shaking in an elevator, leaning back in the corner. There was no more poison ivy and no more of the girl. His trembling hands reached up to grab at his hair, his sobs getting louder and louder with each upcoming thought about what had just happened. Though the ivy wasn't there, his rash was. "Are you okay?" Alex didn't even open his eyes, he kept them squeezed shut and hiccuped, heart racing. Something soon gently had hold of his wrists, causing Alex to open his eyes ever so slightly, "Please don't hurt me." He was getting sick of this dream. Through the hazy tears, he saw a man with doe eyes, a thin nose, and small lips. He felt like he could trust this person for whatever reason. It was one of those immediate attraction things. Maybe dreams possessed that power, to make you want to give everything to a random person you just met. He latched his arms around the other males neck and wrapped his legs around his waist, clinging on for dear life. His nose even went to bury in the crook of his neck.
// Miles could be depicted in any era you imagined yyyya
Long haired modern Miles, Beatles cut Miles that wasn't exactly too young, fluffy haired Miles, shaved head Miles, etc etc
Drabble two;; morning after
*current humbug alex
There was something fufilling about putting on clothes someone bought you. The night before, Alex had tried on all of the clothes in front of Miles already, but that was more of a haze than anything. He supposed it was due to him being half awake, buzzed off of excitment of Miles finally being back, a twinge of internal embarrassment and shyness he had always picked up when trying out new clothes like these, things like that. But he had just woken up and was going to head out to the store quickly to get some stuff for him and Miles. He shifted around in the mountain of fluffy blankets, he looked so frail sitting up and moving to set his feet down, sitting on the side of the bed. His long hair nearly covered his face as he hung his head, the morning sun that seeped through the curtains just barley highlighting his skinny frame. Bleh. Rubbing his eye, he looked over and saw Miles buried beneath the covers as well, sleeping soundly. Alex crawled over to give him a peck to the cheek before getting up and immediately missing the warmth of his bed, but the grumbling in his stomach and the want for a new pack of cigarettes beat it. He ran a hand through his bangs for them to just fall back as he looked around the floor of his room. The new clothes from last night sat in a pile next to the closet from when he changed in and out of every one of them. He fished through the pile for an outfit, pulling out the mom jeans, button up, Batman socks, and coat. He took the items into the bathroom and had a lazy, hot shower. When the time came and he was finally buttoning the finishing touches on the outfit, he looked at himself in the full body mirror; one could assume he was checking himself out but surprisingly that wasn't the truth. Alex wasn't genuinely cocky, if alone or with Miles in private, that cocky personality usually toned down a bit. He was really just embracing the warmth it gave him when he thought that Miles took the time to actually buy him this stuff. Shortly after, he was done with that little warm session and went to the store.
drabble three;; :/
*mid-humbug cut alex (weird spider lookin side-hair-kinda-long-sh*t)
Alex sat in his room, simply on his bed. He had his hand to his mouth and nipped at the tip of his middle finger gently, eyes staring at the floor where laid scattered bottles and maybe two empty cartons of cigarettes. He had gone through them quick while working on some writing that laid messily around him on the bed. He went to reach for a paper, eyes still concentrated on the floor. He took the side and ripped, now blinking his attention down at the paper. Alex reached for more sheets, ripping and dropping the flakes of paper down on his lap. Once he was done with that he stood up and headed out of his room. He almost looked robotic. He rubbed at his eye and tugged at the bottom eyelid, slowly getting more aggressive with the tug as if he wanted to rip his skin off. Upon opening up the fridge he had tensed up when he even grabbed the handle, his hand tightening around it and his knuckles turning white. He leaned forward to rest his forehead on the fridge for a second before actually opening it, pulling out the tea to pour himself a glass. Alex sat down on the couch with his drink and sipped quietly, stressed, dazed, and distant eyes fixated on the floor like it had some story to tell.
1 | Jan 21st 2018 03:19