Felix was excited. That was a feat, because everyone who knew him always assumed he wasn’t the excitable type. He’d even agree with them! He was mild-mannered and subdued, who found quiet afternoons with tea and puzzles preferable over loud, roaring parties. His last few Halloweens were spent indoors, watching horror movie marathons on HBO while waiting for kids to come up to his door so he could give them candy and derive some pleasure from looking at their adorable costumes.
Now he was out on the town, dressed up in a skimpy couple’s costumes, clinging to his hot date’s arm. His heart hasn’t calmed down since they left the station. His blood felt like it was rushing underneath his skin. He felt clumsy and uncoordinated, everything hot, knees weak and surroundings shining and overwhelming. Colors were more vivid. Sounds louder. He was sensitive to skin contact, and the way the chill air bit into his skin.
Nero did that to him, made him enjoy things he didn’t normally. His attitude was infectious. He was greedy and carefree, and for some reason he liked pulling him into his own adventures. Him! An uptight cop on Earth. He didn’t know what he saw in that, but Felix was going to take it, learn how he did things so he’d keep coming back. It was a little manipulative, but it wasn’t like he had an actual personality anyway.
Felix was desperate. He was so weak. God, he was so weak. When he thought of how he felt for him, it was like a storm, loud and violent and unforgiving, sucking him in mercilessly and tearing up his entire being. It was terrifying how much he needed him, lapping up his attention like he was a man dying of thirst. Dangerous. This was the part where he took a knife and cut him out of his life, but he couldn’t – couldn’t do it.
Why should he, anyway? Implications, attachments, fear, trauma, danger. That stuff was just weighing him down. Maybe that was why he met Nero, to take a page from his book and just enjoy things without worrying about how they’ll hurt him. They’ve had plenty of dates and they always go so well. He just needed to jump without worrying about the bloody impact. Younger people dated and fucked all the time. Why couldn’t he? It wasn’t like either of them were thinking long term with this, right?
Alright. Deep breaths. He squeezed his arm and looked up at him. “Lots of things to do! What are you in the mood for? There’s parties, fake haunted houses, real haunted houses. Hm, I wonder if the Butcher’s up to something this Halloween…” It was ridiculous to think about. What if he was even in costume? Pft. “There’s a Masquerade Ball in the School Ballroom. It’s a yearly event thing where you dress up in fancy clothes and masks.” He stopped for a bit, furrowing his eyebrows. “I hope you weren’t serious about the song number.”
Now he was out on the town, dressed up in a skimpy couple’s costumes, clinging to his hot date’s arm. His heart hasn’t calmed down since they left the station. His blood felt like it was rushing underneath his skin. He felt clumsy and uncoordinated, everything hot, knees weak and surroundings shining and overwhelming. Colors were more vivid. Sounds louder. He was sensitive to skin contact, and the way the chill air bit into his skin.
Nero did that to him, made him enjoy things he didn’t normally. His attitude was infectious. He was greedy and carefree, and for some reason he liked pulling him into his own adventures. Him! An uptight cop on Earth. He didn’t know what he saw in that, but Felix was going to take it, learn how he did things so he’d keep coming back. It was a little manipulative, but it wasn’t like he had an actual personality anyway.
Felix was desperate. He was so weak. God, he was so weak. When he thought of how he felt for him, it was like a storm, loud and violent and unforgiving, sucking him in mercilessly and tearing up his entire being. It was terrifying how much he needed him, lapping up his attention like he was a man dying of thirst. Dangerous. This was the part where he took a knife and cut him out of his life, but he couldn’t – couldn’t do it.
Why should he, anyway? Implications, attachments, fear, trauma, danger. That stuff was just weighing him down. Maybe that was why he met Nero, to take a page from his book and just enjoy things without worrying about how they’ll hurt him. They’ve had plenty of dates and they always go so well. He just needed to jump without worrying about the bloody impact. Younger people dated and fucked all the time. Why couldn’t he? It wasn’t like either of them were thinking long term with this, right?
Alright. Deep breaths. He squeezed his arm and looked up at him. “Lots of things to do! What are you in the mood for? There’s parties, fake haunted houses, real haunted houses. Hm, I wonder if the Butcher’s up to something this Halloween…” It was ridiculous to think about. What if he was even in costume? Pft. “There’s a Masquerade Ball in the School Ballroom. It’s a yearly event thing where you dress up in fancy clothes and masks.” He stopped for a bit, furrowing his eyebrows. “I hope you weren’t serious about the song number.”