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﹒﹒﹒ but you see the real thing,
doll ! hell, you 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 the real
thing ! ( a pause. one could
see he was pondering on his
next few words ) but ﹒﹒﹒ i,
i mean ⎯⎯⎯ if you 𝐝𝐢𝐝 have
a tv set ﹒﹒﹒ you’d watch me,
right .ᐣ
( oh, and 𝐧𝐨𝐰 his chest is swelling
up with pride. vincent runs a hand
through his greying hair, looking at
alastor through his lashes, ) ah yes .ᐣ
you too .ᐣ
﹒﹒﹒ so i’m 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 ~ ( all up on
cloud nine, his gaze has acqui-
red a dreamy connotation. own
cheeks hurt from smiling, like a
self absorbed freak. )
╱ i need a new pinned. idk what happened with this one but the picture isn’t showing. plus, i fucking hate it now
finally giving up, vincent allows him-
self to bury his face in the crook
of his lover’s neck, wet eyelashes
leaving streaks of salty tears against
his warm skin. for a while he just
sobs, the occasional cough fit snea-
king its way through.
on one occasion he even gags,
the crying being so intense it
was being quite harsh on his sto-
mach. a few minutes later, how-
ever, the sobs start to subside.
it seems as though alastor’s gen-
tle cooing was helping. vincent
sniffs,
he’s wearing a scowling gaze,
one that isn’t enough to inti-
midate, but that could easily
function as a warning. he leans
against the side of the opened
door, arms crossed over his
chest, eyes on the woman.
“ well, well. she lives ! “
and god knows he 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 to
tell him, too, but right now
vincent lacks the willpower
to speak. he sobs into his
hands like a neglected tod-
dler, curling himself up into
a miserable ball that tips
gently to the side, seeking
comfort.
( more twirling, for starters, with his
forehead leaned against alastor’s 𖬺͟
their glasses clumsily crashing toge-
ther. ) and 𝐧𝐨𝐰 we dance, of course !
to the record player we go ! ( vincent
leads them both to it with a charming
smile; though he is forced to set
alastor down in order to handle his
records with minimum effort. he kneels
down to open the cabinet where he
keeps his vinyls, running his index fin-
ger along their spines to settle on a
title. ) are we