musicboxings: (I am what might be)
Gabe Goodman | Next 2 Normal ([personal profile] musicboxings) wrote in [personal profile] palmstraps 2015-06-16 07:55 am (UTC)

He'd won.

The smile on his face sinks into the air like jagged fangs, fingers thorns as he brushes them against Niles' hands before taking it. His own grip is firm but comforting. Familiar, like old friends should be.

Gabe knows he's got Niles, now. For the rest of the day. The day will turn into a week, turn into a month. Gabe knows, if he wanted to, he can whisper in Niles' ear top eating, to stop caring for a while. To stop sleeping or sleep too much.

To never wake up.

They enter the house and Gabe is kicking off his shoes, messenger bag tumbling to the floor. It drops with a thud heavier than usual and he looks up, mid shoe-removal, and gives a flirtatious smirk in Niles' direction.

"Come on. You promised: right away, okaky?"

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