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B L A I N E 

       A few sleep drenched mumbles fall out between pouty lips before anything remotely coherent comes out and when it does it’s nothing to get excited about.Grunting a short hmm, Blaine’s body pulls itself awake and reacts by snuggling back into the lanky guy cupping around his frame. Luckily for both of them Blaine could probably sleep through a nuclear explosion, luckily being used very loosely. If it had been a stranger breaking in then there’d be one dead Blaine Anderson lying in wait for Sebastian but everybody had their flaws.

      ❛ Where’ve you been? It’s nearly not even my birthday ❜ 

   HIS FINGERS FIND Blaine’s, his other halves, and presses another kiss    to that mop of dark curls. He loves this. He MISSED this. He’d traveled    over 1,500 miles just to be right here. Right now. 

   A SMILE CREEPS up on a lazy Sebastian, pulling the smaller boy to    his chest. “Oh, just across the ocean, in France. Doing my job. Unlike    some lazy boy I know,” He teased lightly, his own eyes starting to close.    He felt heavy.

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something for @altruistheart

   SEBASTIAN HAD TRIED to sneak into the room while Blaine was asleep;    which was a feat within itself. He was LATE for his boyfriends birthday ( he    blamed adulting. Looking for an apartment was a hassle honestly ), and the    brunet had only wanted to surprise him with something--- anything. 

   SNEAKING INTO THE room, he’d forgotten about the shoes scattered across the    floor like land mines and tripped. Sebastian, full of grace and poise, tumbled    to the carpeted floor, getting rug burn on his cheek before letting out a soft    grunt. Fuck this. 

   AFTER STEPPING OVER clothes, boxes of take-out and some more shoes, he    managed to slip into the bed, curling an arm around his sweet smelling    babe. Ah. 

   A SOFT KISS pressed to that messy, curly headed cutie and Sebastian smiled.

   “HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY.”

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                             Maybe we’re all CURSED, from                                   the moment we’re BORN

                                               v. guardians of the flame

ship partner: altruistheart style: game AU | lore based open to:  all familiar to DS/fantasy based characters {inc. OCs}

fragmented souls rarely make a mark, least of all the ones that are meant to be discarded in the depths of the unknown. yet secrets resurface when those who want them go looking. weak and limp, the world is warmer than expected. coated in faux flames, ones that hold no darkness for one born in it. without a shadow to hide in, the eyes find him with ease, entrapping in a dungeon much larger than the one before and for a second it feels normal. normality being a rather subjective view, a definition shared by all but the youngest of the captors. it’s a youthfulness that sits disjointed from the kingdom and against protests, the flicker of darkness woven into his own skin is reflected back like a cracked mirror. years of pent up frustration, hidden behind barriers much stronger than metal or magic. it’s interesting, enough to spark conversation - debate - it makes the world less lonely. it gives them both hope. but hope is lost in the land of gods who create their own. it’s childish and selfish, enough for both their assets to escape when least expected. but now they’re alone together. they’re fighting their way out of countless trouble in an attempt to restore each other. fire doesn’t last long once the darkness find it, and the task to keep it lit is burdened upon them. it’s only a matter of time.

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                             Maybe we're all CURSED, from                                   the moment we're BORN

                                               v. guardians of the flame

ship partner: altruistheart style: game AU | lore based open to:  all familiar to DS/fantasy based characters {inc. OCs}

fragmented souls rarely make a mark, least of all the ones that are meant to be discarded in the depths of the unknown. yet secrets resurface when those who want them go looking. weak and limp, the world is warmer than expected. coated in faux flames, ones that hold no darkness for one born in it. without a shadow to hide in, the eyes find him with ease, entrapping in a dungeon much larger than the one before and for a second it feels normal. normality being a rather subjective view, a definition shared by all but the youngest of the captors. it’s a youthfulness that sits disjointed from the kingdom and against protests, the flicker of darkness woven into his own skin is reflected back like a cracked mirror. years of pent up frustration, hidden behind barriers much stronger than metal or magic. it’s interesting, enough to spark conversation - debate - it makes the world less lonely. it gives them both hope. but hope is lost in the land of gods who create their own. it’s childish and selfish, enough for both their assets to escape when least expected. but now they’re alone together. they’re fighting their way out of countless trouble in an attempt to restore each other. fire doesn’t last long once the darkness find it, and the task to keep it lit is burdened upon them. it’s only a matter of time.

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Dark Souls III GC trailer + scenery

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   “Dear god my fuckin’ flight came in late, I’m starving---”

            Barely had his bags touched the floor than he felt the weight             of his trip falling off of his shoulders. He was glad to be HOME.

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                                            to the loved ones that we’ve                                             lost along the way, and to the                                             hope that we see them again                                             someday.

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             [        he      is      not      my      sun.        ]              my world does  not  revolve around him              and   i   will   not   go   blind   if   i   stare.                                                                                  [         he         is         my         moon.        ]                                                                                  so  beautiful,    and  lighting  up  my  nights,                                                                                  but  still  catastrophic  if  he  were  to  leave.

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"I need you, I need you way more than you need me."

           "I don’t know why you keep doing this to yourself when I’ve told you                            countless times that you mean the world to me"

           They didn’t fight often and Sebastian wasn’t too open with his feelings, especially not feelings that were hard to admit and that made moments like this more frustrating. Half of their arguments had stemmed from both of them disagreeing on something which magically landed itself into muddy waters like this, with Sebastian doubting himself and Blaine too shaken up to really take in the gravity of the situation but this time had been different because there was a calmness surrounding the shorter boy. He was able to reign himself in because he knew which direction they were heading for and it needed resolve before it ended up speeding out of control.

           He’d laugh actually, if it wasn’t so serious, at Sebastian's nativity of it all. He knows that it has something to do with his upbringing, or lack therefore, that some kind of childish insecurity buried itself right in the centre of his chest that couldn’t be picked out after a few months of dating and it was in that insecurity that his boyfriend had learned how to live. He'd cocooned himself in it, breathed it all in because if he kept it close than it couldn’t escape. There would be nobody to burden that insecurity with. It was that selfishness that had been stopping them from moving forward together. Blaine wanted to show him that there wasn’t a need to be alone in that small world he’d created because he could already see inside of it. He could feel it when Sebastian showed him something that he liked and the grip on his hand tightened or the shy smile he got when presenting some grand romantic gesture.

             Maybe he hadn’t been aware of the fact that his emotions were there for everybody to see but they were. And it was painfully beautiful to witness because this was Blaine’s Sebastian. It was this man that he’d fallen in love with. There was no dishonest intent with it, it was raw and it was pure. It was knowing every part of someone and yet still being able to be surprised by them.

            But frustration came from that. It grew from the insecurity because he felt like his words meant nothing. Obviously it was more than that, it’d be stupid to think otherwise and it’d be incredibly selfish, but getting to a point where they could identify that problem and rationally develop it was difficult. Especially if their arguments were the only means of realizing said problems.

            Standing up from the position on the bed Blaine walks over to his boyfriend, hands reaching to cup at the side of the downcast face, bringing it up to the same level as his own.

              “You are the strongest guy that I know and you have no idea do                                  you?”

            There’s a moment where Sebastian’s head falls back to the floor, attempting to shy away from the conversation like he doesn’t need to hear it. Like it’s just a bunch of words that he can ignore. It’s less painful that way, it’s easier when they leave or when they stop caring.

                                      “Look at me”

            Hands push his gaze up again and Blaine does all he can to reassure him with the look. It’s important for him to hear it and it’s more important that it’s coming from him. While Blaine isn’t naive enough to believe that there aren’t other problems that they need to work through he knows that for now this would secure them together.

              “When I tell you that you don’t have to be alone I’m not saying it                just because I have nothing else to say, I’m not saying it because                it’s what you want to hear either. I’m saying it because it’s the truth                because I know somewhere you can’t deal with it by yourself and               it’s not weakness Sebastian, its being human. But you need to trust                me and trust that I’m not going to leave because you think your                problems aren’t worth listening too. I’m not your father and I’m not                those guys that you slept with just to get a kick. I’m your boyfriend                and every part of you, to me, is just as special as the last”

           Giving him a warm smile, a hand brushes away at the wetness on Sebastian’s cheek, the grin widening once the boy started nuzzling the side of his hand. It was enough for him to recognize what it meant. Sebastian didn’t have to explicitly mention that he understood the words for Blaine to know.

              “So you don’t need me more than I need you because you give                me so much more than you give yourself credit for.                You're my everything and I need it to remain sane when we have               practise or when I’m stressing about something or when Cooper                starts showing off. You’re my anchor and maybe that doesn’t                mean much to you but I can’t put into words what that means to                me”

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   “Hey---             did ya miss me?”