And there it is. And it hangs in the air, born of Axel's tongue and pain and is presented to the world with anger but quickly turns a ghostly shade of pale - woven together with gossamer threads. Like heart strings. Their heart strings.
Boyfriend.
And Tom is dumbstruck for a moment. It makes him want to recoil and run. He's not anyone's boyfriend. But this moment-
This end, this fight, that word they created it together.
And he froze, searching for the right response and knowing- knowing this was it.
"Ax..I."
Boyfriends, was that what they were? Dirty unnatural faggots. Impossible.
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Date: 2014-01-04 02:48 am (UTC)Boyfriend.
And Tom is dumbstruck for a moment. It makes him want to recoil and run. He's not anyone's boyfriend. But this moment-
This end, this fight, that word they created it together.
And he froze, searching for the right response and knowing- knowing this was it.
"Ax..I."
Boyfriends, was that what they were? Dirty unnatural faggots. Impossible.
"I'm not your boyfriend.."