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augustxwolff:

Perhaps he had been wrong, the boy before him hardly the same as he’d remembered, all shallow smiles and meaningless words now. And while the offer was tempting, his charm surprising to say the least – at least for August – there was no way that Robin truly wanted to fuck him. Not after everything that he had done .. how hardened he had apparently made his heart. Hate fuck him, perhaps; give him a taste of his own medicine. Show him the best night of his life and then leave before the sun even began to consider rising. Though August kept his facade securely intact, smirk never wavering from his lips as he simply tilted his head in response. “—- Your glasses,” He said simply, as if his words were a mere observation rather than to remind the other exactly who he was attempting to shake. “That’s what’s missing. — Not bad, just … different.” With that, he allowed him a tight lipped smile. “Bet I could still make them fog if I wanted to, eh, Ro?”

Taking a step back then, August simply nodded. “I’m on the third floor if you ever need me.” Though before he could leave completely, he called to Robin once more. “—— And, Robin?” He questioned, eyebrows raising as he did so. “Welcome to the building.”

His glasses? Everything changes in the blink of an eye and that’s what August has to say? His glasses? It’s almost ridiculous, really. This little game their playing, it’s just that--- a game. This back and forth is nothing but fake grins and meaningless words to try to jab at one another. And Robin knows exactly how to hurt him now. He isn’t the sweet boy he used to be, doesn’t care how he affects others or how they see him. The only thing he needs to be now is hot, and luckily, that’s one thing that seems to be working for him. But then August calls him Ro. It’s like a bullet to the fucking heart. It’s like the last five years didn’t exist and they’re laying on the couch laughing and kissing and the world makes sense again. It’s like falling in love all over. It’s like getting your heart broken again and again. For a split second, his entire face softens and then just like that, the cocky grin is back. “Yeah, If I had you panting hard enough, maybe.”

Just like that, they’re back to the facade. The imaginary world he had created in which they no longer care about one another as if they hadn’t fallen in love. “I’m in 305.” He replied, although he refused to thank the other boy even if it was his last dying breath. “My room is always open, Babe.”

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augustxwolff:

Despite his cool and calm appearance, never being one to wear his heart on his sleeve regardless of his suave demeanor, August was truly frantic on the inside, heart physically clenching inside his chest as he stood silently before the other. Because what could he say? At the very least he could give a lame apology for leaving all those years ago, though it seemed futile at this point. Swear that he would’ve left a note had he ever thought that the two would see each other again? Of course Robin looked good, he always had been devastating in a way that August had never been able to explain …. but to comment on something as minor as looks simply to fill an already awkward conversation? That just wasn’t him. Though he could tell that the other wanted him to; wanted him to see just how well he had done, even without him by his side. 

“—- When I said how I meant less of how can I help, and more so how are you here,” August told the other then, gaze traveling over Robin’s handsome face as their gazes came to rest. However, at the boy’s final comment, he could tell that he hadn’t come for pleasantries; no, Robin wanted a fight. And while he wasn’t willing to give him one, not just yet, he was hardly the type to simply lie down and take it. So, with his own plan in place, he finally convinced his legs into the direction of the blonde before him, steps heavy on the stairs as he allowed a lazy sort of smirk to pull onto his lips; all an effortless sort of charm, just as he’d always been.  Because while Robin was physically different, surely he was still the same, easily flustered seventeen year old he’d known all those years ago. With that, he pushed the elevator button going up, his eyes never wavering. “And as I remember, you were quite the fan of having them pushed,” He retorted, tone eerily calm. “Especially when it came to me. Suppose nothing there has changed, eh? Except that perhaps you’ve grown into your desires some.” 

“How? Well, I live her now.” That same smile is on his face. It’s so fake, but he has convinced himself that every smirk he wears is how he truly feels. Convinced himself that seeing August can no longer affect how he feels, convinced himself that August isn’t the reason for any of this change, convinced himself that August didn’t break his heart and convinced himself that a broken heart didn’t change him completely. Eventually, all those lies were going to cave in on him, but Robin would be damned if he let any of that show around the other boy. Humming under his breath, he took one last look at the brunette before him. “Nice shirt, by the way. Maybe one of these nights I could talk you out of it.” The pickup line is said much too casual and honestly, it’s a little fucked up seeing as it’s not a joke, but he doesn’t care. The smirk never leaves his lips and he never stops being fake because that’s who he is now. 

“You’re right. You were a wonderful first run, and you know what they say, practice makes perfect.” August was wrong. Robin was not the same boy he had been back then. His glasses were no longer, contacts taking their place so he could show off his pair of blue eyes. His hair was no longer messy curls but an almost straightened quiff perfectly styled into place. His outfits were no longer sweaters and oversized hoodies, but nice tight fitting jeans and jackets. His outer appearance wasn’t the only chance, though, his inside changed as well. The spineless, pure, sweet, hopeless romantic kid was gone. In its place was a tough, cocky, flirtatious adult. Someone who he would have never recognized to be himself all those years ago. But when he looked at August, the boy looked the same. Same height, same charm, same wasted potential, and a part of Robin was happy about it. A part of him wanted August to be stuck in place while he kept moving forward. “I should go unpack. If you’re ever free, I could show you all the other things I changed while you were gone.” He mused, a wink following as he picked his box back up from the ground.

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augustxwolff:

Having just come back from a run around the block, August was drenched to say the least, once grey shirt now a decent shade darker as he jogged into a walk, arms stretching up above his head in a cool down as he made his way back into the building. It wasn’t very often that he opted to exercise — god forbid actually went for a run, like he was some kind of fitness enthusiast. However, he supposed it was a nice day… and without anything else to do, his roommate fast asleep on their shared couch after a long day at work, he figured it wouldn’t hurt to get to know the area a little bit better. Though as August typically was, too lost in his own headspace to recognize the surroundings about him, without even realizing he’d managed to walk directly past a startlingly familiar face from his past, barely registering that Robin’s voice had called out to him until he was too tangled in his tank top not to look dumb. 

“—– How?” was all he managed as he stood gaping before the other, looking far more rumpled than he’d began as he stood nearly bare and flustered. Suddenly standing before the boy, he felt seventeen all over again, too young and far too dumb to realize that he was throwing away one of the greatest loves he’d ever have the pleasure of experiencing. Gone before the other had even woken up, August had walked out of Robin’s life without so much as a single word of apology, bailing… just as he always did when things got too hard to handle. Though the Robin he was currently gazing at was hardly the same boy he’d abandoned all those years ago, definitely older now, and far more confident. “Puberty was good to you, I see,” He went onto say then, flat, not daring to move any closer despite his obvious need for help. “—- As I recall, I used to have the advantage of height on my side.” 

“How can you press a button?” Life was funny sometimes. Port St. Lucie had been a blip on his map for quite some time. The first time he heard anyone mention it was August. His sister lived there. So maybe a part of Robin came here hoping that August would be here or at least visit. Maybe a part of him wanted to come just to fulfill a promise that would never come true, a promise to come here together. Or maybe he just came here for a fresh start or a way to say hey fuck you, I did fine without you. Honestly, Robin wasn’t sure why he chose this city. There were so many other places to pick and yet, he wound up right here. That’s why this was so funny. Robin wasn’t prepared to see August right now. He didn’t plan on what he would say to him or have any harsh one-liners planned, it was all an accident. When he called out for help, he couldn’t even see past the box enough to realize who was standing near the stairs.

Yet, his shock turned into a coy smile. His hands gently dropping the box to the floor before crossing over his chest. Four years ago, he would have smiled but now, all that could grace his lips was a smirk. “Yes well, looks like I have much more advantages than you now.” He mused, words coming out smooth and calm even if he could feel his chest tighten with every passing moment. Standing before him was his first love, the one who got away, the one who broke his heart and his spirit. He finally had a chance to ask him why, but Robin was so broken that he convinced himself that he didn’t care anymore. So instead he stood there, a cocky grin on his lips and blue eyes looking at the other. “Honestly August, couldn’t even press for the elevator? As I remember you used to be pretty good at pushing people’s buttons, Handsome.”

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Most people would move in all their stuff and then gradually unpack. Robin, apparently, hadn’t done this whole ‘moving thing’ correctly. It took six days for the truck to drop off his things for the past week he had been eating out and sleeping in a sleeping bag. Finally, this morning he got the call that his stuff was finally going to arrive. After waiting around for an hour or two, he managed to get all the boxes from the truck to the front of the apartment building. Now he just needed to get them upstairs to his room. Grabbing as many as he could, he huffed out a bit and made his way through the lobby. Only when he reached the elevator did he realize he didn’t have a hand to push the button. Catching someone coming down the stairs, he called out. “Hey gorgeous, any chance you could help me out?”