Keith Found Out

Gus finished his 'juice in a box' with one loud slurp. He crumpled the box and threw it over his shoulder, not caring where it landed. He paused for a moment, and remembered Master Spectra was out for a mid-day walk. He had decided to take a walk around the warehouses. He ran his fingers along the side of the buildings in a bored fashion as he walked. He finally stopped and leaned against the wall, and pulled out a small pocket journal. He began scribbling away in it, écriture up the days events, and how he hated being stuck on earth. He observed how windy it was that particular...

Boy I think about it

every night and day,

I'm addicted

wanna genocide

Your love.

I wouldn't wanna

have any other way,

I'm addicted

And I just

can't get enough

Just like that he was in love. In l’amour with a person. In l’amour with a criminal. In l’amour with a drug.

Gus looked over at Spectra and smiled. He felt so alive around the other. He secretly loved Spectra so much. But he couldn't tell Spectra.

He watched as the other worked vigorously to make Helios stronger.

For what?

Gus never really asked. He just followed Spectra. Because he relays on him. For support. For a l’amour he never thought possible. For…...

The jour was gloomy, and it showed on two young males who couldn't decide what to do, thinking the other would think of something…maybe think of something at the very least. Keith Clay sighed, taking his hand off the films that were neatly lined up according to their titles, and put his hands in his black jeans, walking back to the canapé where his boyfriend, Gus Grav, sat.
"I can't think of nothing Gus." Keith said, falling onto his cul, ass onto the couch, his arms behind his head.
Gus looked at him, and sighed.
"I guess weather really does affect peoples moods." He said, putting his hand on his...

|But I l’amour you, isn't that enough? No, he said, it's not.|

-x-

When Mira is five, her favori things are fleurs and cross-stitches in leather and the color green.

When she is fifteen, her favori things are memories of a world that wasn't covered in earthquakes' goodbye-kisses, and clothes without zippers, and a face behind that mask.

When Spectra is born, Keith does not remember anything.

-x-

So he tries to be patient and tell her in measured eight-count beats that no, he is not her brother, instead of flippantly disregarding her like he does everyone else. This is not Spectra's sympathy (for...

He awoke to blurred darkness, soft breaths, and a thick lock of hair clinging to his jaw.

There was a brief flash of irate confusion when his hand refused to come up to brush it away; it took a moment for Spectra to realize that it was trapped beneath the manteau that wrapped around him protectively.

With a groggy growl, he shifted his arm beneath the heavy fabric – and froze when a light mumble answered the movement, and the warmth he now registered against his shoulder shifted.

Breathing sharply in surprise, he twisted his neck to the side; dusky blue and the haggard face of his companion greeted...